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BY THE ROADSIDE.
But within her look a blessing beamed:
Meek I grew before it: was it just?
Was I worthy this pure light that streamed?
Such approval, and such love and trust!
Meek I grew before it: was it just?
Was I worthy this pure light that streamed?
Such approval, and such love and trust!
Half the flowers I carried in my hands,
Lightly.in her pretty arms I laid:
Silent, but as one who understands,
Clasped them close the rosy little maid.
Lightly.in her pretty arms I laid:
Silent, but as one who understands,
Clasped them close the rosy little maid.
Fair behind the honeysuckle spray
Shone her innocent, delightful face!
Then I rose and slowly went my way,
Left her standing, lighting all the place.
Shone her innocent, delightful face!
Then I rose and slowly went my way,
Left her standing, lighting all the place.
While her golden look stole after me,
Lovelier bloomed the violets where I trod:
More divine earth's beauty seemed to be,
"Through his garden visibly walked God."
Lovelier bloomed the violets where I trod:
More divine earth's beauty seemed to be,
"Through his garden visibly walked God."
