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POEMS.
The poor, the helpless, and the sad,
With stricken breast,
Cling to her lovingly, as if
Her touch brought rest.
With stricken breast,
Cling to her lovingly, as if
Her touch brought rest.
Dear saintly woman, loved by all,
Who long hath trod
Life's pathway—she, our Dora, is
The gift of God!
Who long hath trod
Life's pathway—she, our Dora, is
The gift of God!
The other soul of whom I write
Is lowly born,
A violet in a shady nook,
Just kissed by morn.
Is lowly born,
A violet in a shady nook,
Just kissed by morn.
She fills her place as best she may
With loving zeal,
A woman of self-sacrifice
Whose faith is real!
With loving zeal,
A woman of self-sacrifice
Whose faith is real!
In friendship's bonds these two are knit,
Their minds are one,
The selfsame beauty breathes for them
In flower and sun.
Their minds are one,
The selfsame beauty breathes for them
In flower and sun.
Position's gulf seems stranded o'er
By outstretched hands.
Love parts the icy barrier with
Strong arms and bands!
By outstretched hands.
Love parts the icy barrier with
Strong arms and bands!
