TO ESTHER.

As Night, before the dawn,

As sunlight on a rose

As love-birds, in the Spring,

As sea to distant sea,

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THE THRUSH.

THE THRUSH.

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THE LIGHT OF THE STAR.

THE LIGHT OF THE STAR.

Dingy the houses of the dreary street;

Young children, lacking all that makes life sweet,

Shrilling in high-pitched and unchildlike tones,

For human kind that in such blackness groans

I, groping, questioned, could Christ's kingdom come,

Or at the darkened doors of spirits dumb,

Myself so small an atom of my race—

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