MEETING AN OLD MIRROR.
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Companions, in our time, of pleasant lights,
I thought, and music and rich foreign blooms,
What shall we find for those fair evening-sights
In lonesome upper rooms?
I thought, and music and rich foreign blooms,
What shall we find for those fair evening-sights
In lonesome upper rooms?
The misty Mirror showed a calm reproof,
Receiving there a higher company,
In dust and empty silence near the roof,
Than we were wont to see.
Receiving there a higher company,
In dust and empty silence near the roof,
Than we were wont to see.
Its pride in jewelled reverence was gone,
And quiet tenderness was in its place,
That took the sweet stars, as they glimmered on
Through chill clouds, to its grace.
And quiet tenderness was in its place,
That took the sweet stars, as they glimmered on
Through chill clouds, to its grace.
