The Story
of Saville
But now she set snares for the bird Renown, and the journals began to fill
With notes of Kyrle’s long hid sketches, praise of his wonderful skill,
Predictions of his renascence and greater triumphs in store,
So that he gleefully laughed as she read, reminding her o’er and o’er
How she had said in her very first words that if he would only adore
The Fairy Saville all things of good would serfs at his beckoning be,
“And first ’twas Love and then ’twas Wealth, dear heart, that thou gavest me,
And now ’tis Fame, and Vision draws nigh, lured to mine eyes by thee!”
And he said ’twas strange to reflect indeed that if he had been alone
Throughout the term of his blindness, if God had not made her known
To his cankered heart, ’twas certain the mordant malevolent tone
Of his mind would have tainted his later life, projecting through future days
When the hand’s sleight wedded to strength of purpose should fill the world with his praise,
