Child life: a collection of poems . e had come,Even as comes the last and perfect added giftTo crown Loves morning liour ,And how in her was imaged forthThe love we could not say,As on the little dewdrops roundShines back the heart of day. We never could have thought, 0 God,That she must wither before a day was the morning-glorys cup ;We never thought to see her droopHer fair and noble ! she lay stretched before our eyes,Wilted, and cold, and dead ! 24 CHILD LIFE. The mornmg-glor3fs blossoming Will soon be coming round ; We see their rows of heart-shaped
Child life: a collection of poems . e had come,Even as comes the last and perfect added giftTo crown Loves morning liour ,And how in her was imaged forthThe love we could not say,As on the little dewdrops roundShines back the heart of day. We never could have thought, 0 God,That she must wither before a day was the morning-glorys cup ;We never thought to see her droopHer fair and noble ! she lay stretched before our eyes,Wilted, and cold, and dead ! 24 CHILD LIFE. The mornmg-glor3fs blossoming Will soon be coming round ; We see their rows of heart-shaped leaves Upspringing from the ground. The tender things the winter killed Renew again their birth ; But the glory of our morning Has passed away from earth. Oh, Earth ! in vain our aching eyes Stretch over thy green plain ! Too harsh thy dews, too gross thine air. Her spirit to sustain ; r-v_ But up in groves of Paradise Full surely we shall see Our morning-glory beautiful Twine round our dear Lords knee. —Maria White Lowell, f- ^.
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