Poems (Blake)/The Two Guests

by Mary Elizabeth Blake

THE TWO GUESTS.

Outside December's frozen gates
A blithe new-comer stands and waits;

While one, with gray beard on his chin,
Sits robed in pilgrim garb within.

One bright with hope and life's fresh grace,
With youth's glad sunshine on his face;

One grave and sad with sombre air,
Which knows the weight of grief and care.

One sadly waits, till time shall spell
The message of his mute farewell;

The other, friendly heart and hand
Shall hail with welcome through the land.

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O Parting Guest! Pause yet awhile
And teach thy pallid lips to smile,

For half the New Year's shining grace
Should deck thy form and light thy face;

Within his golden summer hours,
Thy seed will bloom in fruit and flowers,

And half his glow of life will shine
Lit by the soul and strength of thine.

O Coming Guest! Upon thy face
Let tender sadness find a place;

For half the old year's weight of care
Will cloud thy brow and blanch thy hair;

The grief that crushed his broken will
Must cloud thy heaven of gladness still,

And every pang his soul hath known,
Will flash through time to pierce thine own.

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Fade with thy freight of memories fond
O Year! to seek the land beyond.

Rise from thy newer realm of bliss
O Year! and bring fresh hopes to this!

While we send up from thankful breasts
God speed and love to both our guests.