FAIR GLANCES. 137
When at the marriage-altar stands
Her daughter robed in white. Scarce trusts she one long look of love,
Conscious the veil and ring Have curtained off from her a shrine
Around a crowned king.
Fair is the feathered shaft of fire
Shot from the lover s eye, When, dainty, fair, and trippingly,
The girl he loves goes by When brow unbends, and stern lips smile
Beneath the beard s disguise, For lips the tender secret keep,
To lose it in the eyes.
But fairer far than all to see
Is one glance God has given One which our Saviour sanctified
Ere He went up to heaven When through His hour of agony
He cared for Mary s woe, And bade the tender friend He left
A son s remembrance show.
��It is the look a son bestows
Upon a whitened head, When, drawing near the wicket-gate
With faint and falt ring tread,
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