First Lines of Rose Hartwick Thorpe
A ball of fire suspendedBeside St. Joseph's shallow stream,Beside the crystal well she stood,Clasping her close in his strong young arms,Dear heart of my heart,England's sun was slowly setting o'er the hill-tops far away,Fair Margaret! beautiful Margaret!I stood where the starlit heavensIn the deepening shades of twilightLittle child, when twilight shadowsMadam, we miss the train at B_____.My Fred! I can't understand it,Night rolled its sombre curtain backSilk and diamonds and trailing lace,Take a seat in the shade here, lady;They stand in the shadow which darkly fallsTis the last time, darling," he gently said,Twas seed-time in Heaven; the angel whose careTwo student lads one morning met