Poems
No evil thing possessed her eyes
But rose transformed; before her sight
Fear clad himself in Hope's disguise—
Hate turned to love, darkness to light,
And folly grew a thing most wise.
But rose transformed; before her sight
Fear clad himself in Hope's disguise—
Hate turned to love, darkness to light,
And folly grew a thing most wise.
But who may know her dreams—too sweet
Were they for any spoken word,
Or any fancy incomplete
Of ours—they seemed the soft winds stirred
Round God's perpetual Mercy Seat.
Were they for any spoken word,
Or any fancy incomplete
Of ours—they seemed the soft winds stirred
Round God's perpetual Mercy Seat.
Unfading harmonies and songs
Such chords of lovely music wrought,
Full of all sounds for which life longs;
In all the pauses of her thought
No discord lived that mars or wrongs.
Such chords of lovely music wrought,
Full of all sounds for which life longs;
In all the pauses of her thought
No discord lived that mars or wrongs.
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