 | A Selection from Unpublished Poems |  |
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THE LITTLE GUIDE.
Where rambled on the meadow brook,
Along its winding row of sedge;
Where went the path, by mound and nook,
To climb at last the downside ledge;
And aftermath had sprouted quick,
And green, around the gray new rick;
Along its winding row of sedge;
Where went the path, by mound and nook,
To climb at last the downside ledge;
And aftermath had sprouted quick,
And green, around the gray new rick;
'Twas there a little girl came by,
With closely-patted steps, and led
A woman blind, whose hand held high
The child's beside her little head,
Along the ground that once, with sight
All clear, she skimm'd with tiptoe flight.
With closely-patted steps, and led
A woman blind, whose hand held high
The child's beside her little head,
Along the ground that once, with sight
All clear, she skimm'd with tiptoe flight.
The child could lead the woman right
By her sweet light of two blue eyes;
The woman's mind could give a light
To help the child's, less widely wise,
As all may find wherewith to pay
For deeds of love in some good way.
By her sweet light of two blue eyes;
The woman's mind could give a light
To help the child's, less widely wise,
As all may find wherewith to pay
For deeds of love in some good way.
The child told her of things the sun
Around her feet now shone upon;
She told the child, from her long run
Of life, of things for ever gone:
The child show'd her the day o'erhead—
She showed the child whole year-times fled.
Around her feet now shone upon;
She told the child, from her long run
Of life, of things for ever gone:
The child show'd her the day o'erhead—
She showed the child whole year-times fled.
| A Selection from Unpublished Poems | |