 | A Selection from Unpublished Poems |  |
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A LIFE.
Oh! youth and health glow'd in her cheek
The while she grew up from a child,
Full kind in words, in mind ever meek,
And sweet in her looks when she smiled.
With joy and with hope all her aimings were high,
And gay were her years,
Few were her tears,
And comely her gait as we saw her go by.
The while she grew up from a child,
Full kind in words, in mind ever meek,
And sweet in her looks when she smiled.
With joy and with hope all her aimings were high,
And gay were her years,
Few were her tears,
And comely her gait as we saw her go by.
But months and years, passing apace,
Soon made her thoughtful and pale,
And thought and care marked on her face
That love had unfolded a tale
That waken'd up dreams of a change in her life.
And now she look'd on,
Meek-soul'd and wan,
To trials and joys of a mother and wife.
Soon made her thoughtful and pale,
And thought and care marked on her face
That love had unfolded a tale
That waken'd up dreams of a change in her life.
And now she look'd on,
Meek-soul'd and wan,
To trials and joys of a mother and wife.
From hope to grief sadden'd her state;
While young was her child, her firstborn;
For ill, then worse, then lost, was her mate,
And she was a widow forlorn.
In lonesomeness taking her labour won bread,
Although by her child,
Sorrow beguiled,
While sad for the loss of her stay that was dead.
While young was her child, her firstborn;
For ill, then worse, then lost, was her mate,
And she was a widow forlorn.
In lonesomeness taking her labour won bread,
Although by her child,
Sorrow beguiled,
While sad for the loss of her stay that was dead.
O, look, behold! there is her bier
Out under the dark-headed yew;
With eyes and cheeks wet with a tear,
And drooping, upmuffled from view,
Her child, a meek maid, walketh weeping behind.
But she shall have friends
Make her amends,
For God in His love will keep her well in mind.
Out under the dark-headed yew;
With eyes and cheeks wet with a tear,
And drooping, upmuffled from view,
Her child, a meek maid, walketh weeping behind.
But she shall have friends
Make her amends,
For God in His love will keep her well in mind.
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