 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
IN THE STREET.
Walking among the crowd, where faces shift
As in a great kaleidoscope,—some bright
With pleasure's gleam of evanescent light,
Some dull with vague despairs, some that uplift
The radiance of a vision ere they fade
And vanish,—as confusedly they pass,
We question of ourselves, “This common mass
Of human life, to what end was it made?”
As in a great kaleidoscope,—some bright
With pleasure's gleam of evanescent light,
Some dull with vague despairs, some that uplift
The radiance of a vision ere they fade
And vanish,—as confusedly they pass,
We question of ourselves, “This common mass
Of human life, to what end was it made?”
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But think! No jewel out of setting shows
As in its own fit nook. So let us learn
To look upon these various lives, that turn
To one illumining Centre. Lo! each glows
In the full brotherhood of Christ's dear face,
And is, by that relationship divine—
The bond that glorifies your life and mine—
Forever lifted out of commonplace!
As in its own fit nook. So let us learn
To look upon these various lives, that turn
To one illumining Centre. Lo! each glows
In the full brotherhood of Christ's dear face,
And is, by that relationship divine—
The bond that glorifies your life and mine—
Forever lifted out of commonplace!
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |