Poems (Odom)/Not One to Spare
A BROKEN HOPE.
A maiden's downcast blushing face
Beneath the floating bridal veil;
A strong hand warmly clasping hers
Before the low white altar rail.
The cloud-like incense rising up
From silver censers as they swing;
A priest with pure, uplifted hands;
A solemn prayer—a wedding ring.
Beneath the floating bridal veil;
A strong hand warmly clasping hers
Before the low white altar rail.
The cloud-like incense rising up
From silver censers as they swing;
A priest with pure, uplifted hands;
A solemn prayer—a wedding ring.
A woman strong and sweet and true,
A man in manhood's fullest prime,
An union mystical and sweet,
A tie so new and so sublime.
The dainty little garments made
In secret with such loving care;
A fresh hope springing in the heart,
A fountain of unceasing prayer.
A man in manhood's fullest prime,
An union mystical and sweet,
A tie so new and so sublime.
The dainty little garments made
In secret with such loving care;
A fresh hope springing in the heart,
A fountain of unceasing prayer.
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A sudden dashing of the light,
A cloud of deepest, darkest gloom;
The rustle of an angel's wing,
A casket crowned with snowy bloom.
A little lamp unlighted on
The altar of a pulseless breast;
A broken hope, twin souls in heaven,
A man's despair, a woman's rest.
A cloud of deepest, darkest gloom;
The rustle of an angel's wing,
A casket crowned with snowy bloom.
A little lamp unlighted on
The altar of a pulseless breast;
A broken hope, twin souls in heaven,
A man's despair, a woman's rest.