POEMS



    As he pursues his lonely way
    Through the green wood, the shining ray
      Straightway appears to dart
    To that bent form, and seems to light
    A glory in the thin white hair;
    Then, restless still, it makes its lair
    In the sad eyes, so dim of sight,
    And, smiling through the sombre night,
    It deeper sinks, a radiance bright,
    And nestles in the old man's heart.



                    HERITAGE.

                    (To my Mother.)

Everything beautiful centered in you!
     All that is fair, in your spirit, my Sweet,
From the depths of the sea to the height of the blue,
     Lies now at my feet.

They are gems, they are gems you have scattered so free,
     From your zenith of thought they have fallen like
        rain,
From the height of your love they descended to me,
     In the midst of my pain!

Thoughts like the ocean and dreams like the morn,
     Pure and unsullied, most holy and true;
Dear Love, in my being there shines a new dawn,
     Whose light is from you!



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