Poems (King)/To S. M. L.
To S. M. L.
TO love the noble and the base to spurn
Her nature 'twas, the hidden life her aim;
And she, unheeding human praise or blame,
Did ever for the holiest, highest yearn.
White truth, unsullied honor, duty stern,
For these her heart was e'er with love aflame,
And ever linked with these will be her name
While bright the stars in night's dark azure burn.
Her nature 'twas, the hidden life her aim;
And she, unheeding human praise or blame,
Did ever for the holiest, highest yearn.
White truth, unsullied honor, duty stern,
For these her heart was e'er with love aflame,
And ever linked with these will be her name
While bright the stars in night's dark azure burn.
And now afar from scenes of pain and strife
She, who long years time's Via Crucis trod,
Valiantly fronting days with danger rife,
Or humbly bending to grief's smiting rod,
Now quaffs the goblet of immortal life,
Where glorious reigns her Master loved—her God.
She, who long years time's Via Crucis trod,
Valiantly fronting days with danger rife,
Or humbly bending to grief's smiting rod,
Now quaffs the goblet of immortal life,
Where glorious reigns her Master loved—her God.