Stories that Might be True, with Other Poems

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W. Pickering, 1850 - 180 pages
 

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Page 69 - Is waiting, onwards still ! Forth from the casement, there SHE leans to gaze upon the sky, and now The evening light lies golden on her hair, Lies warm on cheek and brow...
Page 69 - SPEED, speed upon thy way! I send thee on a gentle errand, — fly, And work my bidding ere the parting ray Fades from the western sky. The summer woods are dark. And murmur lovingly, yet pause not thou That bearest tokens...
Page 70 - Ah ! would that to her heart She chanced but once to press the folded line, Then all the warmth to sudden life would start, I breathed on it from mine ! The love, the tenderness, That found in words no kindred language, there Would seek...
Page 64 - I kissed him on the cheek, His cheek was pale and very cold, And his voice was low and weak. And yet I can remember well Each word that he spoke then, For he said I must be a dear, good girl, And we should meet again ! And oh ! but I have tried since then To be good through all the day ; I have done...
Page 70 - ... golden on her hair, Lies warm on cheek and brow. She looks unto the west, — It is for thee she watches : thou wilt be Soon by her hand, her gentle hand, carest, — How softly, tenderly ! But first beneath thy wing It trembles, while she seeks my letter ; well She knows, ere yet she frees the silken string, All that it hath to tell...
Page 61 - THE LITTLE GIRL'S LAMENT. Is Heaven a long way off, mother? I watch through all the day, To see my father coming back And meet him on the way. And when the night comes on I stand Where once I used to wait, To see him coming from the fields And meet him at the gate ; Then I used to put my hand in his, And cared not more to play ; But I never meet him coming now, However long I stay. And you tell me he's in Heaven, and far, Far happier than we, And loves us still the same ; but how, Dear mother, can...
Page 63 - ... come back long ago To take us with him there. He never would be missed from Heaven ; I have heard father say How many angels God has there, To praise Him night and day ; He never would be missed in Heaven, From all that blessed throng. And we — oh! we have missed him here So sadly and so long ! But if he came to fetch us, then I would hold his hand so fast, I would not let it go again Till all the way was past. He'd tell me all that he has seen, But I would never say How dull and lonely we...

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