HIDDEN GLORY. 12$
While the silent grassy hillside,
Sodding fretted roof below, Gave no hint to hound or hunter,
Or herdsman s footsteps to or fro.
Now, the stranger straying thither,
Lighted by the torches blaze, Treads with words of whispered wonder
All the hill-gnomes cavern-maze.
Is it then in Gnome-land only
Hidden beauty lies below ? Do we not some souls remember
Whose good deeds were hidden so
Quiet lives just close beside us, Treading dull and common ways,
Till through rifted earth a glory Shone upon the ended days ?
Then we saw, resplendent, shining, Crystal shapes God saw the while
The cup of water, patient vigil, Nightly prayer, forgiving smile,
Bridled tongue, care unacknowledged;
Blind, we saw not day by day, Careless as the herdsman straying
O er the glories of Loray.
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