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Steel them with judgment, darken them with
But by the ways of light ineffable
You bade me go and I have faltered from, By the low waters moaning out of hell Whereto my feet have come,
Lay not on me these intolerable
Looks of rejoicing love, of pride, of happy trust!
By all I say and all I hint not made
O then, stay by me! Let
These eyes afflict me, cleanse me, keep me yet,
Brave eyes and true!
See how the shriveled heart, that long has lain
Dead to delight and pain,
Stirs, and begins again
To utter pleasant life, as if it knew
The wintry days were through;
As if in its awakening boughs it heard
Strong eyes and brave,
Inexorable to save!
William Vaughn Moody
WOULD you know the baby's skies?
Mother, keep your eyes from tears,
THE MOTHER'S RETURN
A MONTH, Sweet little ones, is past
And she to-morrow will return;
To-morrow is the happy day.
O blessed tidings! thought of joy!
Louder and louder did he shout, With witless hope to bring her near; "Nay, patience! patience, little boy! Your tender mother cannot hear."
I told of hills, and far-off towns,
No strife disturbs his sister's breast;
Her joy is like an instinct, joy
Her brother now takes up the note,
Then, settling into fond discourse,
We told o'er all that we had done,-
We talked of change, of winter gone,
To her these tales they will repeat,
But see, the evening star comes forth!
'Tis gone-and in a merry fit
I could have joined the wanton chase.
Five minutes past—and, O the change!
SONG FROM "THE PRINCESS"
HOME they brought her warrior dead;
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her kneeLike summer tempest came her tears "Sweet my child, I live for thee."
ALISON'S MOTHER TO THE
BROOK, of the listening grass,
Brook of the sun-fleckt wings,
Brook of the same wild way and flicker
Must you begone? begone? Will Will you forever
After so many years and dear to tell?
Brook of all hoverings
Brook that I kneel above;