A shade of grief—of pity
On the face of Beauty fell;
"I pine for my sister Health," she said,
"You drove her away, farewell."
On the face of Beauty fell;
"I pine for my sister Health," she said,
"You drove her away, farewell."
A weary, sad-eyed woman
Bewails her lonely lot,
And spends her days in an endless search
For Beauty. She finds her not.
Bewails her lonely lot,
And spends her days in an endless search
For Beauty. She finds her not.
Gaurd the door
It flew from a mother's lips,
It pierced a loving heart,
A harsh rebuke for a child's mistake;
The hot tears quickly start.
It pierced a loving heart,
A harsh rebuke for a child's mistake;
The hot tears quickly start.
But a sense of bitter shame,
In the mother's breast is stirred;
For an acquaintance passing by,
The unkind speech has heard.
In the mother's breast is stirred;
For an acquaintance passing by,
The unkind speech has heard.
And did she then forget
The friend that is always near?
That never slumbers—ever waits
Our lightest tone to hear?
The friend that is always near?
That never slumbers—ever waits
Our lightest tone to hear?
And is it naught, that she
Should grieve the One above?
And, is a passing friend's regard
Prized more than her children's love?
Should grieve the One above?
And, is a passing friend's regard
Prized more than her children's love?
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