 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
TO MY FIRE.
Let me trim and make you fair,
With a hickory limb or two;
Ah, I have not anywhere
Such a cheerful friend as you!
When I come home tired and sad,
Always glowing, always glad.
With a hickory limb or two;
Ah, I have not anywhere
Such a cheerful friend as you!
When I come home tired and sad,
Always glowing, always glad.
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Memories my soul that rack
Shrink from your rebuking flame;
And their ghosts go wavering back
To the darkness whence they came,
When your embers sing and hum
Of the happy days to come.
Shrink from your rebuking flame;
And their ghosts go wavering back
To the darkness whence they came,
When your embers sing and hum
Of the happy days to come.
When the future seems to lend
Scarce a gleam, my life to grace,
Like an old familiar friend
You look up into my face;
And my thoughts from vain regret
Turn to what is left me yet.
Scarce a gleam, my life to grace,
Like an old familiar friend
You look up into my face;
And my thoughts from vain regret
Turn to what is left me yet.
Many, many a lonesome night
You have been my confidant,
With your genial look and light
Comforting my discontent.
All my heart I trust to you—
Never had I friend so true.
You have been my confidant,
With your genial look and light
Comforting my discontent.
All my heart I trust to you—
Never had I friend so true.
When the wind down chimney blows,
How your bickering blazes spread,
Till each blackened rafter glows
With your shadows warm and red,
And adown my lowly walls
More than kingly splendor falls.
How your bickering blazes spread,
Till each blackened rafter glows
With your shadows warm and red,
And adown my lowly walls
More than kingly splendor falls.
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |