. Love and the light; an idyl of the Westland ... d-handed guilt hath right to know Whereof it stands accused. What have I failed to do that love Could possibly have done,Hampered as mine has been by fate, A cold and cruel one? Ive poured my love, my life, my water at thy feet. 92 LOVE AND THE LIGHT And bade thee drain it every drop;My offering is complete. Good night! and oh!—a long good bye, Thou darling of my heart!God knows it pains me past belief To feel that we must part. He asks, I make, the bow to Heavens high will. But I can never give thee up;I love thee—love t
. Love and the light; an idyl of the Westland ... d-handed guilt hath right to know Whereof it stands accused. What have I failed to do that love Could possibly have done,Hampered as mine has been by fate, A cold and cruel one? Ive poured my love, my life, my water at thy feet. 92 LOVE AND THE LIGHT And bade thee drain it every drop;My offering is complete. Good night! and oh!—a long good bye, Thou darling of my heart!God knows it pains me past belief To feel that we must part. He asks, I make, the bow to Heavens high will. But I can never give thee up;I love thee—love thee still. And in Gods great Eternity, If not in time restitutions reign hath come, And chaos rules no more, Ill search till I have found my own; For there shall be no seaTo separate the married lands Or sunder you and me. Such the song his heart was sending From the deeps of its despairing. While he warred gainst deathless memory, Strove to banish recollection, Strove in vain to quench the spirit Of a love that spurned VIIILLUMINATION MEANWHILE, in the distant City,Meretricious, tinseled Babel,Mammons glittering bargain counter,Where were bought and sold mens honor,Womens modesty and virtue —Bought and sold in mart and and sold in den and brothel;Siren city, beauteous, , whirlpool, brain-bewildering,Knave and fool alike engulfing;In that gaudy gilded setting,Unbedimmed by tawdry still the priceless jewelOf an unstained, matchless Maiden. 94 LOVE AND THE LIGHT Loyal to herself, though wanderingFar afield from Shepherd folding;Loyal still to virtues ideals,Unbeguiled by false woe and wicked livingAs the rushing river hidethQuicksand and the sewers giving. Bent to make of her the ladder For their sordid social climbing. Strove in vain ambitious kindred To wed mind to brainless folly, Honesty to insincereness, Wealth of soul to moral squalor, Poor as poverty through sinning. Though deeme
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