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