Poems on Miscellaneous Subjects (Harper, 1857)/The contrast
THE CONTRAST.
They scorned her for her sinning, Spoke harshly of her fall,Nor lent the hand of mercy To break her hated thrall.
The dews of meek repentance Stood in her downcast eye:Would no one heed her anguish? All pass her coldly by?
From the cold, averted glances Of each reproachful eye, She turned aside, heart-broken, And laid her down to die.
And where was he, who sullied Her once unspotted name;Who lured her from life's brightness To agony and shame?
Who left her on life's billows, A wrecked and ruined thing;Who brought the winter of despair Upon Hope's blooming spring?
Through the halls of wealth and fashion In gaiety and pride,He was leading to the altar A fair and lovely bride!
None scorned him for his sinning, Few saw it through his gold;His crimes were only foibles, And these were gently told.
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Before him rose a vision, A maid of beauty rare;Then a pale, heart-broken woman, The image of despair.
Next came a sad procession, With many a sob and tear;A widow'd, childless mother Totter'd by an humble bier.
The vision quickly faded, The sad, unwelcome sight;But his lip forgot its laughter, And his eye its careless light.
A moment, and the flood-gates Of memory opened wide;And remorseful recollection Flowed like a lava tide.
That widow's wail of anguish Seemed strangely 'blending there,And mid the soft lights floated That image of despair.****