The chrysalis . e of pure truthfulness,Hours of my boyhood dreams. When the moments grew dreary, And I was a-wearyWith boyish delights and play; Beneath the green willow On the grass for a pillow,T dreamed the bright hours away. 44 THE CHBYSALIS FROM A PRISON CELL. There is no hour so dark, so black, As that which turns the memory back To scenes and deeds we thought we had Forever buried with the dead. A thing once done can never die; It boots not how serene the sky May spread and smile above our head; A thing once done is never dead. The best way to undo the deed That makes our heart and cons
The chrysalis . e of pure truthfulness,Hours of my boyhood dreams. When the moments grew dreary, And I was a-wearyWith boyish delights and play; Beneath the green willow On the grass for a pillow,T dreamed the bright hours away. 44 THE CHBYSALIS FROM A PRISON CELL. There is no hour so dark, so black, As that which turns the memory back To scenes and deeds we thought we had Forever buried with the dead. A thing once done can never die; It boots not how serene the sky May spread and smile above our head; A thing once done is never dead. The best way to undo the deed That makes our heart and conscience bleed Is just to look above and say: I will pursue a better way. A man, no matter how debased. Or low, or fallen, or disgraced. Can rise above his yesterdays, By deeds today all men must praise. One thing we men must not forget: We owe all mankind the debt Of service and of friendship true— Who pays this debt must live anew, And this his high record shall he— A freeman of eternity. THE on ins A LIS 45. HIS FIRST PINCHWith acknowledgment to American Sunday Magazine. 46 THE CHRYSALIS BENEATH THE STARS—LOUISE. I walked beneath the stars one night,And watched them as they glittered bright, Far in the distant bine; And thonght, as on I bent my way, Night sometimes brings more cheer than day. A voice said : This is trne ! The l)reeze was gentle, fresh and cool. Caressed my face, danced oer the pool,And kissed the woodland flowers. It sped the night-birds on their wing. It helped them fly, and helped them singAway the golden honrs. The Crescent of the sky was out,And sailed along her wonted route With dignity and grace. She smiled on Nature, smiled on me,Smiled on the ancient, stalwart tree Where was my try sting place. THE CBRYSALIS 47 GLADNESS. Day breaks, and oer the eastern hills The little sunbeams strayAlong the merry, babbling rills, And kiss them as they play. The flowers, slumbering in the from their dreams. Bow gently to the passing bathe
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