Stood she there;

 Stood a minute, thinking, With crossed hands How she best might meet the Company's demands. Grave and sweet the purpose To the child's voice given:— "I have a little brother Gone to Heaven!" 

With crossed hands

Company's demands.

To the child's voice given:—

Gone to Heaven!"

 On the little party Dropped a spell; All the little flounces Rustled where they fell; But the modest maiden In her mourning gown, Unconscious as a flower, Looketh down. 

Dropped a spell;

Rustled where they fell;

In her mourning gown,

Looketh down.

 Quick my heart besought her, Silently. "Happy little maiden, Give, O give to me The highness of your courage, The sweetness of your grace, To speak a large word, in a Little place." 

Silently.

Give, O give to me

The sweetness of your grace,

Little place."

 

 

 A JEWISH LEGEND. 

 I like that old, kind legend Not found in Holy Writ, And wish that John or Matthew Had made Bible out of it. 

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