 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
THE PRESENCE.
The mountain statelier lifts his blue-veiled head,While, drawing near, we meet him face to face.
Here, as on holy ground, we softly tread;
Yet, with a tender and paternal grace,
He gives the wild flowers in his lap a place:
They climb his sides, as fondled infants might,
And wind around him, in a light embrace,
Their summer drapery, pink and clinging white.
Great hearts have largest room to bless the small;
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So Christ took little children to his breast,
And, with a reverence more profound, we fall
In the majestic presence that can give
Truth's simplest message: “'T is by love ye live.”
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |