Poems (Argent)/Twin Souls
TWIN SOULS.
"But thou and I are one in kind As moulded like in Nature's mint, And hill and wood and field did printThe same sweet forms in either mind."Tennyson.
THERE are two souls who seldom meet, So far apartTheir lines in life, and yet they are True friends in heart.
One moves in noble rank—but still A woman sweet,Who holds not such as all in all On earth complete.
A good Samaritan who sees Her neighbour's need,Who from her place looks down and helps In word and deed.
No greater joy has she, I ween, Than each to bless,There is no limit to her thoughts Of tenderness.
The evening-time is drawing near Her footsteps now,But she has caught soft lights of heaven Upon her brow.
The poor, the helpless, and the sad, With stricken breast,Cling to her lovingly, as if Her touch brought rest.
Dear saintly woman, loved by all, Who long hath trodLife's pathway—she, our Dora, is The gift of God!
The other soul of whom I write Is lowly born,A violet in a shady nook, Just kissed by morn.
She fills her place as best she may With loving zeal,A woman of self-sacrifice Whose faith is real!
In friendship's bonds these two are knit, Their minds are one,The selfsame beauty breathes for them In flower and sun.
Position's gulf seems stranded o'er By outstretched hands.Love parts the icy barrier with Strong arms and bands!
What though the violet lives and moves In paths unknown,Save by the few who love and shield Her as their own.
An angel with soft folded wings, All unaware,She sits beside us—and her name On earth is Clare!
And these twin-souls who seldom meet, Whose lives apartAre often sundered, keep for aye True friends in heart!