A Poet's Harvest Home Being One Hundred Short Poems: By William Bell Scott ... With an Aftermath of Twenty Short Poems |
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LEFT ALONE.
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LEFT ALONE.
I pace the garden paths alone,Waiting till the close of day;
It is not well aloud to moan,
So end I this small book straightway.
Silence goes with me gently here,
Within, it sits wrapped round with fear.
So, gloaming-lit I walk and pray
Now to be led in God's right way,
And made to say
Even thus His will, not mine, be done,
Though not the less the mid-day sun
Has lost for me its light and heat;
His will, and only His, is meet.
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