Mabel.
I.In the sunlight:—Little Mab, the keeper’s daughter, singing by the brooklet’s side,With her playmates singing carols of the gracious Easter-tide;And the violet and the primrose make sweet incense for the quire,In the springlight, when the rosebuds hide the thorns upon the briar.II.In the lamplight:—With a proud defiant beauty, Mab, the fallen, flaunts along,Speaking sin’s words, wildly laughing, she who sang that Paschal song,And a mother lies a-dying in the cottage far away,And a father cries to Heaven, “Thouhast said, ‘I will repay.’”III.In the moonlight:—By the gravestone in the churchyard, Mabel, where her mother sleeps,Like the tearful saint of Magdala, an Easter vigil keeps:—There, trailing cruel thorns, storm-drenched, plaining with piteous bleat,The lost lamb (so her mother prayed) and the Good Shepherd meet.S. R. H.
I.In the sunlight:—Little Mab, the keeper’s daughter, singing by the brooklet’s side,With her playmates singing carols of the gracious Easter-tide;And the violet and the primrose make sweet incense for the quire,In the springlight, when the rosebuds hide the thorns upon the briar.II.In the lamplight:—With a proud defiant beauty, Mab, the fallen, flaunts along,Speaking sin’s words, wildly laughing, she who sang that Paschal song,And a mother lies a-dying in the cottage far away,And a father cries to Heaven, “Thouhast said, ‘I will repay.’”III.In the moonlight:—By the gravestone in the churchyard, Mabel, where her mother sleeps,Like the tearful saint of Magdala, an Easter vigil keeps:—There, trailing cruel thorns, storm-drenched, plaining with piteous bleat,The lost lamb (so her mother prayed) and the Good Shepherd meet.S. R. H.
I.
I.
In the sunlight:—Little Mab, the keeper’s daughter, singing by the brooklet’s side,With her playmates singing carols of the gracious Easter-tide;And the violet and the primrose make sweet incense for the quire,In the springlight, when the rosebuds hide the thorns upon the briar.
In the sunlight:—
Little Mab, the keeper’s daughter, singing by the brooklet’s side,
With her playmates singing carols of the gracious Easter-tide;
And the violet and the primrose make sweet incense for the quire,
In the springlight, when the rosebuds hide the thorns upon the briar.
II.
II.
In the lamplight:—With a proud defiant beauty, Mab, the fallen, flaunts along,Speaking sin’s words, wildly laughing, she who sang that Paschal song,And a mother lies a-dying in the cottage far away,And a father cries to Heaven, “Thouhast said, ‘I will repay.’”
In the lamplight:—
With a proud defiant beauty, Mab, the fallen, flaunts along,
Speaking sin’s words, wildly laughing, she who sang that Paschal song,
And a mother lies a-dying in the cottage far away,
And a father cries to Heaven, “Thouhast said, ‘I will repay.’”
III.
III.
In the moonlight:—By the gravestone in the churchyard, Mabel, where her mother sleeps,Like the tearful saint of Magdala, an Easter vigil keeps:—There, trailing cruel thorns, storm-drenched, plaining with piteous bleat,The lost lamb (so her mother prayed) and the Good Shepherd meet.
In the moonlight:—
By the gravestone in the churchyard, Mabel, where her mother sleeps,
Like the tearful saint of Magdala, an Easter vigil keeps:—
There, trailing cruel thorns, storm-drenched, plaining with piteous bleat,
The lost lamb (so her mother prayed) and the Good Shepherd meet.
S. R. H.
S. R. H.