Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XII. SAD AND ALONE.
Sad and alone and seeking rest
From cares that agitate the breast,
I saw beneath a shady bower
A tall and tapering lily-flower,
Nodding at ease its turbaned crest.
From cares that agitate the breast,
I saw beneath a shady bower
A tall and tapering lily-flower,
Nodding at ease its turbaned crest.
Hard by, a bird in mossy nest
Her speckled eggs securely prest,
And felt not, brooding hour by hour,
Sad and alone.
Her speckled eggs securely prest,
And felt not, brooding hour by hour,
Sad and alone.
O vision sweet of peace and power,
And bright with more than Nature's dower!
O bird and lily, ye have blest
With healing balm a heart distrest;
Nor will I feel, when shadows lower,
Sad and alone.
And bright with more than Nature's dower!
O bird and lily, ye have blest
With healing balm a heart distrest;
Nor will I feel, when shadows lower,
Sad and alone.
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