WITH A CRYSTAL LION.For L. R. W.
KKeepwatch and ward,In stately guard,Around my Una’s wayward feet;Not lest she treadFalse ways insteadOf higher paths, serenely sweet;—But lest in careFor all who shareHer tender ministry, too lateHer frail strength yield;—Be thou her shield;They also serve who sometimes wait!Of crystal, clearAs in its sphereHer lofty spirit moves alway;—Of massive strengthAs all at lengthWill find who make her soul their stay;—With flowers and budsWhose sweetness floodsThe air even when we cannot see;—This gift I sendMy earliest friend;—Dear type of all she is to me!
KKeepwatch and ward,In stately guard,Around my Una’s wayward feet;Not lest she treadFalse ways insteadOf higher paths, serenely sweet;—But lest in careFor all who shareHer tender ministry, too lateHer frail strength yield;—Be thou her shield;They also serve who sometimes wait!Of crystal, clearAs in its sphereHer lofty spirit moves alway;—Of massive strengthAs all at lengthWill find who make her soul their stay;—With flowers and budsWhose sweetness floodsThe air even when we cannot see;—This gift I sendMy earliest friend;—Dear type of all she is to me!
KKeepwatch and ward,In stately guard,Around my Una’s wayward feet;Not lest she treadFalse ways insteadOf higher paths, serenely sweet;—
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Keepwatch and ward,
In stately guard,
Around my Una’s wayward feet;
Not lest she tread
False ways instead
Of higher paths, serenely sweet;—
But lest in careFor all who shareHer tender ministry, too lateHer frail strength yield;—Be thou her shield;They also serve who sometimes wait!
But lest in care
For all who share
Her tender ministry, too late
Her frail strength yield;—
Be thou her shield;
They also serve who sometimes wait!
Of crystal, clearAs in its sphereHer lofty spirit moves alway;—Of massive strengthAs all at lengthWill find who make her soul their stay;—
Of crystal, clear
As in its sphere
Her lofty spirit moves alway;—
Of massive strength
As all at length
Will find who make her soul their stay;—
With flowers and budsWhose sweetness floodsThe air even when we cannot see;—This gift I sendMy earliest friend;—Dear type of all she is to me!
With flowers and buds
Whose sweetness floods
The air even when we cannot see;—
This gift I send
My earliest friend;—
Dear type of all she is to me!