POEMS.
7
TWIN SOULS.
"But thou and I are one in kind
As moulded like in Nature's mint,
And hill and wood and field did print
The same sweet forms in either mind."
Tennyson.
As moulded like in Nature's mint,
And hill and wood and field did print
The same sweet forms in either mind."
Tennyson.
THERE are two souls who seldom meet,
So far apart
Their lines in life, and yet they are
True friends in heart.
So far apart
Their lines in life, and yet they are
True friends in heart.
One moves in noble rank—but still
A woman sweet,
Who holds not such as all in all
On earth complete.
A woman sweet,
Who holds not such as all in all
On earth complete.
A good Samaritan who sees
Her neighbour's need,
Who from her place looks down and helps
In word and deed.
Her neighbour's need,
Who from her place looks down and helps
In word and deed.
No greater joy has she, I ween,
Than each to bless,
There is no limit to her thoughts
Of tenderness.
Than each to bless,
There is no limit to her thoughts
Of tenderness.
The evening-time is drawing near
Her footsteps now,
But she has caught soft lights of heaven
Upon her brow.
Her footsteps now,
But she has caught soft lights of heaven
Upon her brow.
