. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . of her soul was lifted, And she kmW Iht little beam of slant west sunshine Madi! the wan face almost fair, WHY? 656 Lit the blue eyes patient wonderAnd the rings of pale gold hair. She kissed it on lip and forehead,She kissed it on cheek and chin ; And she bared her snow-white bosomTo the lips so pale and thin. 0, fair on her bridal morning Was the maid who blushed and fairer to Ezra Dalton Looked the mother of his child. With more than a lovers fondnessHe stooped
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . of her soul was lifted, And she kmW Iht little beam of slant west sunshine Madi! the wan face almost fair, WHY? 656 Lit the blue eyes patient wonderAnd the rings of pale gold hair. She kissed it on lip and forehead,She kissed it on cheek and chin ; And she bared her snow-white bosomTo the lips so pale and thin. 0, fair on her bridal morning Was the maid who blushed and fairer to Ezra Dalton Looked the mother of his child. With more than a lovers fondnessHe stooped to her worn young face And the nursing child and the motherHe folded in one embrace. Now mount and ride, my goodman As lovest thine own soul!Woes me if my wicked fancies Be the death of Goody Cole! His horse he saddled and into the night rode he,— Now through the great black woodland ;Now by the white-beached sea. He rode through the silent clearings. He came to the ferry wide,And thrice he called to the boatman Asleep on the other side. He set his horse to the river,He swam to Newburg town,. And he called up Justice SewallIn his nightcap and his gown. And the grave and worshipful justice,Upon whose soul be peace! Set his name to the jailers warrantFor Goody Coles release. Then through the night the hoof-beataWent sounding like a flail: And Goody Cole at cock crowCame forth from Ipswich jail. WEY? ETHEL LYNN. ^^K|OW kind Reuben Esmond is growing IPII of late, ff^^ How he stops every day as he goes ^>» by the gate, 4 Asking after my health. T is a good- ¥ hearted lad, j To think of the soldier, so lonely and sad-The school-children hail me as Grandfather Brown,Because Im the oldest man left in the town ; But when the slant sunbeams come hither to lie,Reuben Esmond comes too—I cannot tell why. For I am a tedious and stupid old man, Quite willing to do all the good that I can; But a crutch and a pension will tell you thttale Of the warm work I had in the Beech
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