1 IN MEMORIAM. PRAISE to God for the fight so bravely fought ! WHY? I SAID The things that thy fellows may not have; No more, for the night-time cometh, and then K But I could not still its murmuring, To the beauty and brightness; but, dull and slack, And the song-birds droop with broken wing? I sit dull-eyed, with faded hair, And I cannot weep and I cannot sing, I care not either to work or wait. The shadows are falling, it groweth late, The night-time cometh, and soon; what then?" AT EVENING. I SIT alone in the evening, She comes in her noble beauty, Her Love and Death have gifted God's light on her gracious forehead; God's peace in her joyous eyes; God's comfort that goes out from her To cheer and to harmonise. My life is full and busy, For its love runs deep and wide; But here, in my lady's presence, It keepeth a sabbathtide. And softly the shadows of evening I go to play with the children, I took it the night she lay dying That precious memory-token Of a love that is mine for aye. She never will think I forget her, Though our laughter ring loud and wild ; She loves me to play with the children, For she had the heart of a child. |