. The lays of a lawyer . t PEACE JULY, 1897 HE hand of Death yet grasping its rod, Was upheld oer the stricken placeWhere the voice, as It were an angel of God, Of a boy with a seraphs faceThrough the air, all heavy with lilies dead, And a sorrow which must Increase,Sang straight to our hearts, our hearts that bled, Of peace—of perfect peace. The black-stoled priests, from the chancel gone. Precede the bier to the still that exquisite voice alone. Rings sweet through the groined the boy In the light of the oriel stands Till the chastened footfalls cease,And sings to his God

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. The lays of a lawyer . t PEACE JULY, 1897 HE hand of Death yet grasping its rod, Was upheld oer the stricken placeWhere the voice, as It were an angel of God, Of a boy with a seraphs faceThrough the air, all heavy with lilies dead, And a sorrow which must Increase,Sang straight to our hearts, our hearts that bled, Of peace—of perfect peace. The black-stoled priests, from the chancel gone. Precede the bier to the still that exquisite voice alone. Rings sweet through the groined the boy In the light of the oriel stands Till the chastened footfalls cease,And sings to his God oer his clasped hands Of peace—of perfect peace. 91. A DEDICATION EAR Phyllis, if thus far youve readI doubt me much you shake yourhead,And wonder whetherI be a Mormon in for so many maids my sighsIVe bound together: If so, you have not read a bitBetween the lines, and all your wit Misserves you, Phyllis,For know that you and only youAre meant by Celia, Chloe, Prue, And Amaryllis. 92

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