Poems you ought to know . eet, Brother and sister, hand in hand. They know the hour of parting nigh, They pass into the dying , lo! against the sunset sky Looms up the madhouse gaunt and He keeps the lonely lamp aglow,While old loves whisper in the air Of unforgotten long ago Before his heart had known despair. He waits till she may come once moreFrom out the darkness to his side, To share the changeless love of yoreWhen all the old, old loves have died. Between me and this gentle book,Shining with humor rich and quaint. The sad scene rises, and I lookUpon a jester—or a saint. I
Poems you ought to know . eet, Brother and sister, hand in hand. They know the hour of parting nigh, They pass into the dying , lo! against the sunset sky Looms up the madhouse gaunt and He keeps the lonely lamp aglow,While old loves whisper in the air Of unforgotten long ago Before his heart had known despair. He waits till she may come once moreFrom out the darkness to his side, To share the changeless love of yoreWhen all the old, old loves have died. Between me and this gentle book,Shining with humor rich and quaint. The sad scene rises, and I lookUpon a jester—or a saint. I lift my eyes, still brimming oerWith love and laughter—and there Across the page forever more. The shadow of the madhouse walls! falls SONG. BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEAEE. Hark, hark! the lark at heavens gatesings. And Phoebus gins arise,His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise,Arise, arise. 71. LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT. BY CAKDINAL Newman was born in London in 1801 and died in 1890. Hegraduated from Oxford, and was ordained in 1824. He was the recog-nized leader of the high church party in England until 1845, when heunited with the Roman Catholic Church. He was appointed rector ofthe Catholic university at Dublin in 1854, and was made a Cardinal bythe Pope in 1879. Lead, kindly Light amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on!Keep Thou my feet! I do not ask to seeThe distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on;I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on!72 I loved the garish day; and, spite of fears,Pride ruled my will; remember not past years. So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still Will lead me moor and fen, oer crag and torrent, till The night is gone;And with the morn those angel faces
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