Some rustic rhymes . when, perchance, a womans lovely face Receives my tendrest care, her form my grace. Scoff not, nor seek to look beyond the vail. Nor do thou Natures glorious plans assail; Suffice it that thou seest the beauty there; It pleaseth thee; thou hast no time to spare To seek perfection—let this beauty shine Tho it be transient; it has source divine. All things cannot obey mans beck or nod. Enjoy the hour—this beautys born of God. I20 SOME RUSTIC RHYMES. THE OTHER LIFE. Our lives are full of mystery; we are notThe creatures of a clay, to be forgotWhen death has rolled the earthly
Some rustic rhymes . when, perchance, a womans lovely face Receives my tendrest care, her form my grace. Scoff not, nor seek to look beyond the vail. Nor do thou Natures glorious plans assail; Suffice it that thou seest the beauty there; It pleaseth thee; thou hast no time to spare To seek perfection—let this beauty shine Tho it be transient; it has source divine. All things cannot obey mans beck or nod. Enjoy the hour—this beautys born of God. I20 SOME RUSTIC RHYMES. THE OTHER LIFE. Our lives are full of mystery; we are notThe creatures of a clay, to be forgotWhen death has rolled the earthly mists awayAnd has released the spirit from its clay. Who has not felt, and chased the thought in vain,A fleeting phantasy flash oer the brain,As if on some far-distant, shadwy shoreThese thoughts were thought, these acts performedbefore. Somewhere weve lived before we saw this earth,Somewhere been fitted for a later here were fitting for a higher planeOf use and beauty. We shall live again. FEB 5 1900.
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