Excerpt: ... smile Envelops her the while. As when the Prophet's figure shone With light reflected from the Throne, So, ever in her face Shines Heaven's divinest grace. Her soul is fresh and mild As is a little child. And as the fleshly tenement With age grows worn and bent, Her Spirit's unabated youth Is aye to me The mind-compelling truth Of Immortality. Her voice is, as it were, A silver dulcimer, Tuned like the seraph's lays Eternally to praise. The blessings of Christ's chosen friends Are doubly hers, whose mind, To ...
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Excerpt: ... smile Envelops her the while. As when the Prophet's figure shone With light reflected from the Throne, So, ever in her face Shines Heaven's divinest grace. Her soul is fresh and mild As is a little child. And as the fleshly tenement With age grows worn and bent, Her Spirit's unabated youth Is aye to me The mind-compelling truth Of Immortality. Her voice is, as it were, A silver dulcimer, Tuned like the seraph's lays Eternally to praise. The blessings of Christ's chosen friends Are doubly hers, whose mind, To charity inclined, No selfish ends Have ever for an instant moved: Who served like Martha And like Mary loved. HER INFLUENCE The tender Earth that smiles when kissed by Spring; The flowers; the budding woods; the birds that sing The Summer's song her spirit to me bring. The meadows cool that breathe their fragrant myrrh; Deep, placid pools that little breezes blur; Soft-tinkling springs speak to my heart of her. Heaven's purple towers upon the horizon's rim; The dove that mourns upon his lonely limb, Fill my soul's cup with memories to its brim. In evening's calm when in the quiet skies, The lustrous, silent, tender stars uprise, I feel the holy influence of her eyes. That deeper hour when Night with Dawn is blent, And Silence stirs, its languors well-nigh spent, I hear her gently sigh with sweet content. I hear young children laughing in the street: Catch rays of sunshine from them as we meet, And smile content to know what makes them sweet. Yea, everywhere, in every righteous strife, I find her spirit's fragrant influence rife, Like Mary's precious spikenard sweetening Life. MATTHEW ARNOLD He challenged all that came within his ken, And Error held with steadfast mind aloof. E'en Truth itself he put upon the proof: Holding that Light was God's first gift to men. THE STRANGER Straying one day amid the leafy bowers, A Presence passed, masked in a sunny ray, Tossing behind him carelessly the hours, As one shakes blossoms from a ravished...
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Light wear to extremeties, slightly cocked, covers soiled, top edge darkened, else good plus, internally clean, binding sound without dust jacket. Uniform Library Edition, red cloth with gilt lettering, 340pp.
