II. See! again! a woman hasting Through the twilight soft and gray; Laughing children run to meet her III. Look once more! a pilgrim weary 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, To a gateway dim and high. 66 Home!" she breathed, with restful sigh, To the Presence that did guide her. IV. lad Homeward still, the tiny maiden, Homeward turn for love and rest. 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 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 PAGE . 205 From this bleak hill of storms Gentle friends, who gather here. God of the living, in whose eyes He does well who does his best *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 Servant of God, well done! She waited for the summons, lengthening days Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned Sleep, tired ene, sleep Straight and still the baby lies Such beautiful, beautiful hands 169 158 208 143 . 176 137 . 183 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 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 Until we meet again, that is the meaning We know not what it is, dear We must not doubt, or fear, or dread 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 PAGE . 159 . 139 209 141 188 . 147 . 113 200 197 124 127 . 176 . 178 107 125 . 130 . 181 . 150 |