Some songs and verses . a grave. And then his babies evening song Beguiled him as he passed voice of loving wife Recalled him for a little space, X To smile into her tender face Forgetting worldly strife. A brother creature struggling long Gainst adverse fate, and cruel wrong,Reached out appealing hands. He gave him sympathy for pain;He helped him courage to regain. Neer counting Times swift sands. 55 56 A F sl i 1 u r e He spoke a brave word for the right,He struck a blow with all his might Against false customs chains. He owned a weakness of the heart— He sometimes wanted for his p
Some songs and verses . a grave. And then his babies evening song Beguiled him as he passed voice of loving wife Recalled him for a little space, X To smile into her tender face Forgetting worldly strife. A brother creature struggling long Gainst adverse fate, and cruel wrong,Reached out appealing hands. He gave him sympathy for pain;He helped him courage to regain. Neer counting Times swift sands. 55 56 A F sl i 1 u r e He spoke a brave word for the right,He struck a blow with all his might Against false customs chains. He owned a weakness of the heart— He sometimes wanted for his partMore pleasures and less pains. He paused to watch the flying sprayOf ocean when the dying day Was flaming in the west. He wondered as he paced the strand, And heard the discord in the land,If dreams might not be best. And while upon the road he sunshine of his life was spent, Another grasped the prize; And all too soon his journey done— A Failure, was the name he God sees where he lies. A REQUEST. |n the name of a hope that forever has fled; For the sake of a love, that alas! is not dead; And because life is sad, and haply not long. And endeth some day like a break in a song; And because on eternitys uttermost shoreWho knoweth if we may meet evermore;Oh grant me this boon,—for a moments brief spaceTo dream the old dream, when we two face to faceKnew the meaning of Life. Let me look in your eyes; let me feel your warm palmClasp mine with the strength that brought infinite let my head rest soft on your breastForgetting the present, its pain and more on my lips press the rapturous kissThat brought us of old all of Heaven, and bliss;—Then farewell; alone 1 will go from the lightOf your eyes, to my path that leads onward toward night. 57
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