II.

See! again! a woman hasting
Down a shadowy, sunset way,
Loving, anxious glances casting

Through the twilight soft and gray;
Homeward, love-ward she is hasting.

Laughing children run to meet her
From the home-door open wide;
Loving words and kisses greet her,
Pattering feet run by her side;
All the home comes forth to meet her.

III.

Look once more! a pilgrim weary
Standeth in the twilight gray;
All around is strange and dreary,

As she asks, with plaintive query, "Can you show the homeward way? Lead me homeward: I am weary."

Then a Presence stood to guide her,
Pointing where the way did lie;
Gently spoke, and walked beside her

To a gateway dim and high.

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Home!" she breathed, with restful sigh, To the Presence that did guide her.

IV.

lad

Homeward still, the tiny maiden,
Motherhood, love and care-laden,
Age, with weight of years oppressed,

Homeward turn for love and rest.
And the home, with open door,
Waits with "Welcome " evermore.

jad

W. H. Savage.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Poems marked thus (*) have been printed only in part.

After our child's untroubled breath

A little fold of hands

*All as God wills, who wisely heeds

All that God wounds he constantly is healing
*Another hand is beckoning us

Answer me, burning stars of night

A snowflake falls from out the air above

As tender mothers guiding baby steps.

At eve it shall be light, the promise reads

*A white dove out of heaven flew

Beside a massive gateway built up in years gone by

Blindfolded and alone I wait

Brother, the angels say

Buried to-day

*Fold reverently the weary hands

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From this bleak hill of storms

Gentle friends, who gather here.
*God gives us love; something to love
*God giveth quietness at last

God of the living, in whose eyes
Good-bye, till morning comes again

He does well who does his best
*He has done the work of a true man
He sees when their footsteps falter
He who died at Azan sends

*Her still and quiet life flowed on

*I cannot, cannot say

*I cannot make him dead

I cannot think of them as dead

*I do not come to weep above thy pall

If one had watched a prisoner many a year

*"If ye loved me," Jesus said

I had a little daughter.

I hear it singing, singing sweetly

I lay me down to rest

I like that ancient Saxon phrase .

In schools of wisdom all the day was spent

*In the Baron's hall of pride.

Into the silent land

I saw an aged man upon his bier.

Is it so far from thee? .

I think if thou couldst know

I think it is over, over.

It singeth low in every heart

It was a tender hand that drew my boy away

*I will not mock tl.ee with the poor world's common
I will not think the last farewell we hear.

Servant of God, well done!

She waited for the summons, lengthening days
Since thy Father's arm sustains thee

Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned

Sleep, tired ene, sleep

Straight and still the baby lies

Such beautiful, beautiful hands

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There is no death! The stars go down

There is no flock, however watched and tended.

There's not an hour but from some sparkling beach
They sat in peace in the sunshine

Those we love truly never die

Thou that art strong to comfort

To pass through life beloved as few are loved

To weary hearts, to mourning homes
Twilight falls, a tiny maiden

Until we meet again, that is the meaning

We know not what it is, dear

We must not doubt, or fear, or dread
*We need some charmer, for our hearts are sore
We watched her breathing through the night
We wreathed about our darling's head
What shall I do with all the days and hours
What may we take into the vast forever
What did we ask with all our love for him
Where the mountains slope to the westward
*Who is the angel that cometh? Life!

Why shouldst thou fear the beautiful angel Death?

*Within this lowly grave a conqueror lies

*Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know?

*Within the maddening maze of things

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