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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
Where thy stainless clay doth lie
Clear and open is the sky,
And the white clouds wander by,
Dreams of summer, silently
Darkening the river;
Thou hearest the clear water run,
And the ripples, every one
Scattering the golden sun,
Through thy silence quiver.
Clear and open is the sky,
And the white clouds wander by,
Dreams of summer, silently
Darkening the river;
Thou hearest the clear water run,
And the ripples, every one
Scattering the golden sun,
Through thy silence quiver.
Thou wast full of love and truth,
Of forgivingness and ruth,—
Thy great heart with hope and youth
Tided to o'erflowing;
Thou didst dwell in mysteries,
And there lingered on thine eyes
Shadows of serener skies,
Awfully wild memories
That were like foreknowing;
Thou didst remember well and long
Some fragments of thine angel-song,
And strive, through want, and woe, and wrong,
To win the world unto it;
Of forgivingness and ruth,—
Thy great heart with hope and youth
Tided to o'erflowing;
Thou didst dwell in mysteries,
And there lingered on thine eyes
Shadows of serener skies,
Awfully wild memories
That were like foreknowing;
Thou didst remember well and long
Some fragments of thine angel-song,
And strive, through want, and woe, and wrong,
To win the world unto it;