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. St. Nicholas [serial]. orr. [The incident occurred in our church one Sunday. I suspect the little creature ran away to church unbeknownst to her mother, for I saw her, after service was over, running down street, alone, as fast as her feet could carry her.—Extract from authors letter.] The church was dim, and silentWith the hush before the prayer; Only the solemn tremblingOf the organ stirred the air. Slowly the door swung open, And a little baby girl,Brown-eyed, with brown hair falling In many a wavy curl,— Without, the sweet, still sunshine ; Within, the holy calm,Where priest and people w
. St. Nicholas [serial]. orr. [The incident occurred in our church one Sunday. I suspect the little creature ran away to church unbeknownst to her mother, for I saw her, after service was over, running down street, alone, as fast as her feet could carry her.—Extract from authors letter.] The church was dim, and silentWith the hush before the prayer; Only the solemn tremblingOf the organ stirred the air. Slowly the door swung open, And a little baby girl,Brown-eyed, with brown hair falling In many a wavy curl,— Without, the sweet, still sunshine ; Within, the holy calm,Where priest and people waited For the swelling of the psalm. With soft cheeks flushing hotly,Shy glances downward thrown, And small hands clasped before herStood in the aisle alone; 1879.) THE LITTLE RUNAWAY, 63 Stood half abashed, half frightened,Unknowing where to go, While like a wind-rocked flowerHer form swayed to and fro; It was but for a moment, What wonder that we smiled, By such a strange, sweet pictureFrom holy thoughts beguiled ?. And the changing color flutteredIn her troubled little face, As from side to side she waveredWith a mute, imploring grace. Then up rose some one softly,And many an eye grew dim, As through the tender silenceHe bore the child with him. And I—I wondered (losing The sermon and the prayer)If, when, sometime, I enter The many mansions fair,And stand, abashed and drooping, In the portals golden glow,Our God will send his angel To show me where to go ! 64 THE BOY-HEROES OF CRECY AND POITIERS. [November,
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