. At early candle light and other poems. : O let me alone till I end my task. 77 78 WHAT YOU DID NOT 57W Now lie vexes no more; yet you often goTo the grave of the lad you slighted so, And call thro the grass to the quiet clay,And sob out the word that you did not say. The word you ought to have said to her Whom, long ago, you did lovingly wooWith gifts and graces; but tears now blurThe sight of the bloom of the lavender, That brings old summers again, and she lists and longs for the tender toneOf the days gone by! When you stand face in her lilies you then will lay,And \vai
. At early candle light and other poems. : O let me alone till I end my task. 77 78 WHAT YOU DID NOT 57W Now lie vexes no more; yet you often goTo the grave of the lad you slighted so, And call thro the grass to the quiet clay,And sob out the word that you did not say. The word you ought to have said to her Whom, long ago, you did lovingly wooWith gifts and graces; but tears now blurThe sight of the bloom of the lavender, That brings old summers again, and she lists and longs for the tender toneOf the days gone by! When you stand face in her lilies you then will lay,And \vail out the word that you did not say. The word you ought to have said—the dear Old pair by the fireside need it so!It is better to speak, more blessed to hear,Your word of praise while they both are near. How free would your filial afiection flow,If you knew how we, who without them trodAll the way of life, are entreating God, Who took them from us, that some time theyIn heaven may hear what we did not say. HARD5CR3BBLC AND HIGH5TEEPLC. HOUIyD archangel Gabriel, nearestthe throne—The resplendent clasp of that glittering zoneWhich girdeth forever the glory aboveWith angelic anthems and lyrics of love,The leader of all the great legions who waitOn the will and the word of the Uncreate—Come flying to-morrow with tidings againOf peace upon earth and good will unto men,Seeking the shepherds would he, in his search,Try Hardscrabble Chapel or Highsteeple Church? From harmonious surges of that choral seaEmerging, and glowing with rapture, would heLook for fisherman Peter, tunicked and publican Matthew, branded and banned; 79 8o HARD5CRABBLE AND^HIOHSTCEPLE The harlot whose tears, on the feet of her Lord,Flowed like the oil the Samaritan poured;Or that weary mother whose eloquence wonHer daughter to health; or the prodigal son;Or Zaccheus, leaving his sycamore perch,—In Hardscrabble Chapel or Highsteeple Church? Would he see those who sought the Master of old;The lost s
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