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IN SCHOOL-YARD
Snow underfoot; and outlined white and soft
Statue and plinth and cornice, where the grim
Vast buttresses troop westward, towering dim,
So cold, so comfortless; the air aloft
Statue and plinth and cornice, where the grim
Vast buttresses troop westward, towering dim,
So cold, so comfortless; the air aloft
Yawns into blackness; but below, the bright
Barred casements strike a glow upon the air,
And busy voices hum and murmur there
Of boys who hardly guess their heart is light.
Barred casements strike a glow upon the air,
And busy voices hum and murmur there
Of boys who hardly guess their heart is light.
And yet, alone and sad, I hear a voice
That chides me, yearning for that thoughtless bliss,
Amid dark walls that loom, chill airs that freeze.
Oh! dear and hidden Father, grant me this,
When in dark ways Thou lead'st me, to rejoice
Because in light and joy Thou leadest these.
That chides me, yearning for that thoughtless bliss,
Amid dark walls that loom, chill airs that freeze.
Oh! dear and hidden Father, grant me this,
When in dark ways Thou lead'st me, to rejoice
Because in light and joy Thou leadest these.
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