The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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HANNAH RATCLIFFE.
If e'er she knew an evil thought,
She spoke no evil word.
Peace to the gentle! she hath sought
The bosom of her Lord.
She spoke no evil word.
Peace to the gentle! she hath sought
The bosom of her Lord.
She lived to love, and loved to bless
Whatever He hath made;
But early on her gentleness
His chastening hand He laid.
Whatever He hath made;
But early on her gentleness
His chastening hand He laid.
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Like a maim'd linnet, nursed with care,
She graced a home of bliss;
And dwelt in thankful quiet there,
To show what goodness is.
She graced a home of bliss;
And dwelt in thankful quiet there,
To show what goodness is.
Her presence was a noiseless power,
That sooth'd us day by day—
A modest, meek, secluded flower,
That smiled, and pass'd away.
That sooth'd us day by day—
A modest, meek, secluded flower,
That smiled, and pass'd away.
So meek she was, that, when she died,
We miss'd the lonely one,
As when we feel, on Loxley's side,
The silent sunshine gone.
We miss'd the lonely one,
As when we feel, on Loxley's side,
The silent sunshine gone.
But memory brings to sunless bowers
The light they knew before;
And Hannah's quiet smile is ours,
Though Hannah is no more.
The light they knew before;
And Hannah's quiet smile is ours,
Though Hannah is no more.
Her pale face visits yet my heart
And oft my guest will be;
O White Rose! thou shalt not depart;
But wither here with me.
And oft my guest will be;
O White Rose! thou shalt not depart;
But wither here with me.
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