AFTER-SIGHT.
IF I had known that the Pæan
Which rang from the leafy skies,
Was writ by the nameless Leader
Of choirs in Paradise;
My hand would not have been cruel,
My heart would have shamed the wrong
That filled a nest with despairing
And hushed an enraptured song.
Which rang from the leafy skies,
Was writ by the nameless Leader
Of choirs in Paradise;
My hand would not have been cruel,
My heart would have shamed the wrong
That filled a nest with despairing
And hushed an enraptured song.
If I had known that the pebble
I crushed in the dust unseen,
Would one day blaze on the forehead
Of none but a peerless Queen;—
My foot had trodden it lighter,
Its worth I had lived to show;
Alas! the pearls that are priceless
No one but a Queen may know;
I crushed in the dust unseen,
Would one day blaze on the forehead
Of none but a peerless Queen;—
My foot had trodden it lighter,
Its worth I had lived to show;
Alas! the pearls that are priceless
No one but a Queen may know;
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