POEMS.
13
Then bear with me gently—
Speak to me kindly,—
Those that I've cherish'd
Are dear to my heart;
Ere my life's ended,
On thy love I depended,
Oh, speak to me kindly
Ere from earth I depart.
Speak to me kindly,—
Those that I've cherish'd
Are dear to my heart;
Ere my life's ended,
On thy love I depended,
Oh, speak to me kindly
Ere from earth I depart.
CHRISTMAS MORNING.
1879.
This lonely feeling of isolation
Creeps like the icy hand of Death
Around me,—leaving desolation,
Chilling soul and breaking health.
This lonely feeling of isolation
Creeps like the icy hand of Death
Around me,—leaving desolation,
Chilling soul and breaking health.
I can not brighten, by my staying
In this sad, unhappy home,
One single life by my remaining,
Then let me fly, and be alone.
In this sad, unhappy home,
One single life by my remaining,
Then let me fly, and be alone.
He who knoweth the sorrowful anguish
Of this aching, lonely heart,
Will bear me onward, help to banish,
When I tear myself apart.
Of this aching, lonely heart,
Will bear me onward, help to banish,
When I tear myself apart.
