Hark, my merry comrades call me, sound- There the passions cramped no longer shall

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pas- Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I

HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WAR-
RIOR DEAD

Home they brought her warrior dead;
She nor swooned nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
"She must weep or she will die."

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;

Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,

Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,

Set his child upon her knee

IO

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more, 25
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seemed my sin in me;
What seemed my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Like summer tempest came her tears- 15 Forgive my grief for one removed,

"Sweet my child, I live for thee."

IN MEMORIAM A. H. H.

OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,

Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there

I find him worthier to be loved.

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Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in
truth,

Whom we, that have not seen thy And in thy wisdom make me wise.
face,