THE LOWEST ROOM.
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"Gross from his acorns, tusky boar
Does memorable acts like his;
So for her snared offended young
Bleeds the swart lioness."
Does memorable acts like his;
So for her snared offended young
Bleeds the swart lioness."
But here she paused; our eyes had met,
And I was whitening with the jeer;
She rose; "I went too far," she said;
Spoke low; "Forgive me, dear.
And I was whitening with the jeer;
She rose; "I went too far," she said;
Spoke low; "Forgive me, dear.
To me our days seem pleasant days,
Our home a haven of pure content;
Forgive me if I said too much,
So much more than I meant.
Our home a haven of pure content;
Forgive me if I said too much,
So much more than I meant.
"Homer, though greater than his gods,
With rough-hewn virtues was sufficed
And rough-hewn men: but what are such
To us who learn of Christ?"
With rough-hewn virtues was sufficed
And rough-hewn men: but what are such
To us who learn of Christ?"
The much-moved pathos of her voice,
Her almost tearful eyes, her cheek
Grown pale, confessed the strength of love
Which only made her speak:
Her almost tearful eyes, her cheek
Grown pale, confessed the strength of love
Which only made her speak:
For mild she was, of few soft words,
Most gentle, easy to be led,
Content to listen when I spoke
And reverence what I said;
Most gentle, easy to be led,
Content to listen when I spoke
And reverence what I said;