Page:The Unconquered Air, Coates, 1912.djvu/28

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HIS FACE

His presence soothed my yearning's thirst
  While yet his lips were dumb;
For such compassion as his countenance wore
I had not seen nor felt in human face before.


And when, low-bending o'er his foe,
  He took in his firm hand
My wasted one, I seemed to know
  We two were of one Land;
And as my cheek flushed warm with young surprise,
God's pity looked on me from Lincoln's sorrowing eyes.


His prisoner I was from then—
  Love makes surrender sure—
And though I saw him not again,
  Some memories endure,
And I am glad my untaught worship knew
His the divinest face I ever looked into!