Walter M. Lindsay
First Lines
New! Ah! blame me not, if I have been
New! As men toil up the mountain side,
New! Come forth, beneath the heaven,
New! Do you remember
New! For some wise purpose, known in heaven,
New! Forgive me, if, in sadder hours,
New! How like a knell
New! How sweet were toil, if thou wouldst be
New! I am not poor, with love like thine;
Oh! memory, let thy pilgrim feet
New! On! come to me in dreams to-night!
New! Shall I reveal to thee my hope?
New! The blossom died in early May,
The grace of childhood clings to thee,
New! This Sabbath morn, thy soul has made
Thou enterest in the House of God,
New! Thy sorrows are the ministers
New! Yes! thou art fair!
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