Madeline and Other Poems

Madeline and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 edition. Excerpt: ...of old. But, soon he will descend with living bread For the proud, thoughtless beggars of our race; And, with unheeded glories round his head, Resume, once more, his weary leaden pace. EYES. Oh Beauty!--thou magical skeleton case, In thy brow two of God's living jewels are set As soul-stars, to guide the lost ones of our race, Who are strangers to heaven and happiness yet. But thy eloquent beacon too seldom appears Flashing faithfully down on the wanderer's feet; Or endeavoring to beam through a deluge of tears, In the gloom where Affliction and Misery meet. Yet, alas! on each folly that secretly twines A bright, beautiful serpent around us so fast, From the depths of its treasure, the mellow light shines, 'Till the gaze of the monster is on us at last. And we wander through life, like a phantom unblest, As we struggle, in vain, to shake off his control; 'Till the last ray of hope flickers out in our breast, And we die, with his fangs buried deep in our soul. Oh! then, while the spoiler relentlessly preys On the flowerets and fruits of the heart's purest bloom, Shall the banquet be treach'rously lit by the rays That were kindled by heav'n to avert such a doom? Oh, never!--those gems shall not shine at the feast, Nor illumine the paths by the prodigal trod; But forever blaze forth, like the star in the East, That once led the Chaldee to the feet of his God. "TEE WEET." I heard the lonely piping of a bird, When the cold April shower hung on his wing; And all the depths within my soul were stirred While listening to the poor, dejected thing, As he sat in the melancholy sleet Wailing in trembling tones, "tee weet, tee weet." All night he lay out in the frozen moon, Upon a barren branch against the skies; Mocked by more

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  • Paperback | 52 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236756096
  • 9781236756091