Gleanings from old Shaker journals, compiled by Clara Endicott Sears . ? I would not call Thee back to me, I would not see thee bow Again beneath thy pain. I wish that thou Hadst taken me with thee; the sun may shine, The Summer bring her flowers, the snowy pall Of Winter spread thy bed, — thy sun has set, — Thy flowers are bound in Loves fair wreath; the Fall And Winter of thy life is past, and yet I hear thy voice, I see thy smile, in all. My heart breathes peace — Love nevermore forgets. Leoline. Daisies Dotting the meadows all over, Playing Bo-peep with the clover,Bowing and nodding above
Gleanings from old Shaker journals, compiled by Clara Endicott Sears . ? I would not call Thee back to me, I would not see thee bow Again beneath thy pain. I wish that thou Hadst taken me with thee; the sun may shine, The Summer bring her flowers, the snowy pall Of Winter spread thy bed, — thy sun has set, — Thy flowers are bound in Loves fair wreath; the Fall And Winter of thy life is past, and yet I hear thy voice, I see thy smile, in all. My heart breathes peace — Love nevermore forgets. Leoline. Daisies Dotting the meadows all over, Playing Bo-peep with the clover,Bowing and nodding above the green grass,Kissing the hem of the garments that pass,Daisies, daisies, beautiful things, —Are ye not angels on fluttring wings? Say, what in the world do you think When the saucy black bobolinkSinging himself out of breath, has to pause WHO WAS LEOLINE? 283 And here the verses come to a sudden ending —unfinished. The remaining pages of the little book look strangelyblank. Time is yellowing them. We close it gently, and put it tenderly away. CONCLUSION. ELDRESS JOSEPHINE GILSON IN 1916 CONCLUSION The manuscripts, the records and journals, are gatheredup now with a lingering regret. Their time-worn fadedpages seem like the faces of dear old friends. As the lastbook is closed, the silence is broken by the high, thinquavering tones of two sweet old Shaker voices, singingin unison in the family living-room at the end of thehall: — How pleasant the streams as they flow from the fountain On this Holy Mount of the Lord,Encircling thy borders, O beautiful Mountain, Stand hosts of bright Angels of wonder the earth with the heavens is blended, The forests with music resound,For lo! on this Mount hath Jehovah descended And sheds His bright glory around! From this chosen spot with divine inspiration The Most High shall utter His voice —Proclaiming His laws to all kindred and nations And causing the meek to rejoice —O Lord, we will praise and forever adore Thee, F
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