Pauline Part Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Captain I hear the cheers My soul is glad | B |
My days are numbered but this glorious day | C |
Like some far beacon on a shadowy cape | D |
That cheers at night the storm belabored ships | E |
Will light the misty ages from afar | F |
This field shall be the Mecca Here shall rise | G |
A holier than the Caaba where men kiss | H |
The sacred stone that flaming fell from heaven | I |
But O how many sad and aching hearts | J |
Will mourn the loved ones never to return | K |
Thank God no heart will hope for my return | K |
Thank God no heart will mourn because I die | L |
Captain at life's mid summer flush and glow | M |
For him to die who leaves his golden hopes | N |
His mourning friends and idol love behind | O |
It must be hard and seem a cruel thing | P |
After the victory upon this field For | Q |
me to die hath more of peace than pain | R |
For I shall leave no golden hopes behind | O |
No idol love to pine because I die | L |
No friends to wait my coming or to mourn | S |
They wait my coming in the world beyond | T |
And wait not long for I am almost there | U |
'Tis but a gasp and I shall pass the bound | V |
'Twixt life and death through death to life again | W |
Where sorrow cometh never Pangs and pains | X |
Of flesh or spirit will not pierce me there | U |
And two will greet me from the jasper walls | Y |
God's angels with a song of holy peace | Z |
And haste to meet me at the pearly gate | A2 |
And kiss the death damp from my silent lips | E |
And lead me through the golden avenues | B2 |
Singing Hosanna to the Great White Throne | C2 |
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So there he paused and calmly closed his eyes | G |
And silently I sat and held his hand | D2 |
After a time when we were left alone | C2 |
He spoke again with calmer voice and said | E2 |
Captain you oft have asked my history | A |
And I as oft refused There is no cause | F2 |
Why I should longer hold it from my friend | G2 |
Who reads the closing chapter It may teach | H2 |
One soul to lean upon the arm of Christ | I2 |
That hope and happiness find anchorage | J2 |
Only in heaven While my lonesome life | K2 |
Saw death but dimly in the dull distance | L2 |
My lips were sealed to the unhappy tale | M2 |
Under my pride I hid a heavy heart | N2 |
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I was ambitious in my boyhood days | O2 |
And dreamed of fame and honors misty fogs | P2 |
That climb at morn the ragged cliffs of life | K2 |
Veiling the ragged rocks and gloomy chasms | P2 |
And shaping airy castles on the top | Q2 |
With bristling battlements and looming towers | P2 |
But melt away into ethereal air | U |
Beneath the blaze of the mid summer sun | I |
Till cliffs and chasms and all the ragged rocks | P2 |
Are bare and all the castles crumbled away | C |
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There winds a river 'twixt two chains of hills | P2 |
Fir capped and rugged monuments of time | R2 |
A level vale of rich alluvial land | D2 |
Washed from the slopes through circling centuries | P2 |
And sweet with clover and the hum of bees | P2 |
Lies broad between the rugged somber hills | P2 |
Beneath a shade of willows and of elms | P2 |
The river slumbers in this meadowy lap | S2 |
Down from the right there winds a babbling branch | T2 |
Cleaving a narrower valley through the hills | P2 |
A grand bald headed hill cone on the right | U2 |
Looms like a patriarch and above the branch | T2 |
There towers another I have seen the day | C |
When those bald heads were plumed with lofty pines | P2 |
Below the branch and near the river bank | V2 |
Hidden among the elms and butternuts | P2 |
The dear old cottage stands where I was born | S |
An English ivy clambers to the eaves | P2 |
An English willow planted by my hand | D2 |
Now spreads its golden branches o'er the roof | W2 |
Not far below the cottage thrives a town | X2 |
A busy town of mills and merchandise | P2 |
Belle Meadows fairest village of the vale | M2 |
Behind it looms the hill cone and in front | Y2 |
The peaceful river winds its silent way | C |
Beyond the river spreads a level plain | R |
Once hid with somber firs a tangled marsh | Z2 |
Now beautiful with fields and cottages | P2 |
And sweet in spring time with the blooming plum | A3 |
And white with apple blossoms blown like snow | M |
Beyond the plain a lower chain of hills | P2 |
In summer gemmed with fields of golden grain | R |
Set in the emerald of the beechen woods | P2 |
In other days the village school house stood | B3 |
Below our cottage on a grassy mound | V |
That sloped away unto the river's marge | C3 |
And on the slope a cluster of tall pines | P2 |
Crowning a copse of beech and evergreen | D3 |
There in my boyhood days I went to school | E3 |
A maiden mistress ruled the little realm | F3 |
She taught the rudiments to rompish rogues | P2 |
And walked a queen with magic wand of birch | G3 |
My years were hardly ten when father died | H3 |
Sole tenants of our humble cottage home | I3 |
My sorrowing mother and myself remained | J3 |
But she was all economy and kept | K3 |
With my poor aid a comfortable house | P2 |
I was her idol and she wrought at night | U2 |
To keep me at my books and used to boast | L3 |
That I should rise above our humble lot | M3 |
How oft I listened to her hopeful words | P2 |
Poured from the fountain of a mother's heart | N2 |
Until I longed to wing the sluggard years | P2 |
That bore me on to what I hoped to be | A |
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We had a garden plat behind the house | P2 |
Beyond an orchard and a pasture lot | M3 |
In front a narrow meadow here and there | U |
Shaded with elms and branching butternuts | P2 |
In spring and summer in the garden plat | M3 |
I wrought my morning and my evening hours | P2 |
And kept myself at school no idle boy | N3 |
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One bright May morning when the robins sang | O3 |
There came to school a stranger queenly fair | U |
With eyes that shamed the ethereal blue of heaven | I |
And golden hair in ringlets cheeks as soft | M3 |
As fresh and rosy as the velvet blush | P3 |
Of summer sunrise on the dew damp hills | P2 |
Hers was the name I muttered in my dreams | P2 |
For days my bashful heart held me aloof | W2 |
Although her senior by a single year | Q3 |
But we were brought together oft in class | P2 |
And when she learned my name she spoke to me | A |
And then my tongue was loosed and we were friends | P2 |
Before the advent of the steeds of steel | R3 |
Her sire a shrewd and calculating man | S3 |
Had lately come and purchased timbered lands | P2 |
And idle mills and made the town his home | I3 |
And he was well to do and growing rich | T3 |
And she her father's pet and only child | M3 |
In mind and stature for two happy years | P2 |
We grew together at the village school | E3 |
We grew together aye our tender hearts | P2 |
There grew together till they beat as one | I |
Her tasks were mine and mine alike were hers | P2 |
We often stole away among the pines | P2 |
That stately cluster on the sloping hill | U3 |
And conned our lessons from the selfsame book | V3 |
And learned to love each other o'er our tasks | P2 |
While in the pine tops piped the oriole | W3 |
And from his branch the chattering squirrel chid | M3 |
Our guileless love and artless innocence | P2 |
'Twas childish love perhaps but day by day | M3 |
It grew into our souls as we grew up | X3 |
Then there was opened in the prospering town | X2 |
A grammar school and thither went Pauline | D3 |
I missed her and was sad for many a day | M3 |
Till mother gave me leave to follow her | Y3 |
In autumn in vacation she would come | A3 |
With girlish pretext to our cottage home | I3 |
She often brought my mother little gifts | P2 |
And cheered her with sweet songs and happy words | P2 |
And I would pluck the fairest meadow flowers | P2 |
To grace a garland for her golden hair | U |
And fill her basket from the butternuts | P2 |
That flourished in our little meadow field | M3 |
I found in her all I had dreamed of heaven | I |
So garlanded with latest blooming flowers | P2 |
Chanting the mellow music of our hopes | P2 |
The silver sandaled Autumn hours tripped by | L |
And mother learned to love her but she feared | M3 |
Knowing her heart and mine that one rude hand | M3 |
Might break our hopes asunder Like a thief | Z3 |
I often crept about her father's house | P2 |
Under the evening shadows eager eyed | M3 |
Peering for one dear face and lingered late | M3 |
To catch the silver music of one voice | P2 |
That from her chamber nightly rose to heaven | I |
Her father's face I feared a silent man | S3 |
Cold faced imperative by nature prone | C2 |
To set his will against the beating world | M3 |
Warm hearted but heart crusted | M3 |
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Two years more | Q |
Thus wore away Pauline grew up a queen | D3 |
A shadow fell across my sunny path | A4 |
A hectic flush burned on my mother's cheeks | P2 |
She daily failed and nearer drew to death | B4 |
Pauline would often come with sun lit face | P2 |
Cheating the day of half its languid hours | P2 |
With cheering chapters from the holy book | V3 |
And border tales and wizard minstrelsy | P2 |
And mother loved her all the better for it | M3 |
With feeble hands upon our sad bowed heads | P2 |
And in a voice all tremulous with tears | P2 |
She said to us 'Dear children love each other | Y3 |
Bear and forbear and come to me in heaven ' | - |
And praying for us daily drooped and died | M3 |
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After the sad and solemn funeral | C4 |
Alone and weeping and disconsolate | M3 |
I sat at evening by the cottage door | Q |
I felt as if a dark and bitter fate | M3 |
Had fallen on me in my tender years | P2 |
I seemed an aimless wanderer doomed to grope | D4 |
In vain among the darkling years and die | M3 |
One only star shone through the shadowy mists | P2 |
The moon that wandered in the gloomy heavens | P2 |
Was robed in shrouds the rugged looming hills | P2 |
Looked desolate the silent river seemed | M3 |
A somber chasm while my own pet lamb | E4 |
Mourning disconsolate among the trees | P2 |
As if he followed some dim phantom form | F4 |
Bleated in vain and would not heed my call | G4 |
On weary hands I bent my weary head | M3 |
In gloomy sadness fell my silent tears | P2 |
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An angel's hand was laid upon my head | M3 |
There in the moonlight stood my own Pauline | D3 |
Angel of love and hope and holy faith | H4 |
She flashed upon me bowed in bitter grief | Z3 |
As falls the meteor down the night clad heavens | P2 |
In silence Then about my neck she clasped | M3 |
Her loving arms and on my shoulder drooped | M3 |
Her golden tresses while her silent tears | P2 |
Fell warm upon my cheek like summer rain | R |
Heart clasped to heart and cheek to cheek we sat | M3 |
The moon no longer gloomed her face was cheer | Q3 |
The rugged hills were old time friends again | W |
The peaceful river slept beneath the moon | I4 |
And my pet lamb came bounding to our side | M3 |
And kissed her hand and mine as he was wont | M3 |
Then I awoke as from a dream and said | M3 |
'Tell me beloved why you come to me | A |
In this dark hour so late so desolate ' | - |
And she replied | M3 |
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'My darling can I rest | M3 |
While you are full of sorrow In my ear | J4 |
A spirit seemed to whisper Arise and go | M |
To comfort him disconsolate Tell me Paul | G4 |
Why should you mourn your tender life away | M3 |
I will be mother to you nay dear boy | N3 |
I will be more Come brush away these tears ' | - |
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My heart was full I kissed her pleading eyes | P2 |
'You are an angel sent by one in heaven ' | - |
I said 'to heal my heart but I have lost | M3 |
More than you know The cruel hand of death | B4 |
Hath left me orphan friendless poor indeed | M3 |
Saving the precious jewel of your love | K4 |
And what to do I know not what to do | M3 |
I feel so broken by a heavy hand | M3 |
My mother hoped that I would work my way | M3 |
To competence and honor at the bar | F |
But shall I toil in poverty for years | P2 |
To learn a science that so seldom yields | P2 |
Or wealth or honor save to silvered heads | P2 |
I know that path to fame and fortune leads | P2 |
Through thorns and brambles over ragged rocks | P2 |
But can I follow in the common path | A4 |
Trod by the millions never to lift my head | M3 |
Above the busy hordes that delve and drudge | J2 |
For bare existence in this bitter world | M3 |
And be a mite a midge a worthless worm | L4 |
No more distinguished from the common mass | P2 |
Than one poor polyp in the coral isle | M4 |
Is marked amid the myriads teeming there | U |
Yet 'tis not for myself For you Pauline | D3 |
Far up the slippery heights of wealth and fame | N4 |
Would I climb bravely but if I would climb | R2 |
By any art or science I must train | R |
Unto the task my feet for many years | P2 |
Else I should slip and fall from rugged ways | P2 |
Too badly bruised to ever mount again ' | - |
Then she | A |
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'O Paul if wealth were mine to give | O4 |
O if my father could but know my heart | M3 |
But fear not Paul our Father reigns in heaven | I |
Follow your bent 'twill lead you out aright | M3 |
The highest mountain lessens as we climb | R2 |
Persistent courage wins the smile of fate | M3 |
Apply yourself to law and master it | M3 |
And I will wait This sad and solemn hour | Y3 |
Is dark with doubt and gloom but by and by | M3 |
The clouds will lift and you will see God's face | P2 |
For there is one in heaven whose pleading tongue | P4 |
Will pray for blessings on her only son | I |
Of Him who heeds the little sparrow's fall | G4 |
And O if He will listen to my prayers | P2 |
The gates of heaven shall echo to my voice | P2 |
Morning and evening only keep your heart ' | - |
I said | M3 |
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'Pauline your prayers had rolled away | M3 |
The ponderous stone that closed the tomb of Christ | M3 |
And while they rise to heaven for my success | P2 |
I cannot doubt or I should doubt my God | M3 |
I think I see a pathway through this gloom | Q4 |
I have a kinsman' and I told her where | U |
'A lawyer I have heard my mother say | M3 |
A self made man with charitable heart | M3 |
And I might go and study under him | R4 |
I think he would assist me ' | - |
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Then she sighed | M3 |
'Paul can you leave me You may study here | J4 |
And here you are among your boyhood friends | P2 |
And here I should be near to cheer you on ' | - |
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I promised her that I would think of it | M3 |
Would see what prospect offered in the town | X2 |
And then we walked together half embraced | M3 |
But when we neared her vine arched garden gate | M3 |
She bade me stay and kissed me a good night | M3 |
And bounded through the moonlight like a fawn | S4 |
I watched her till she flitted from my sight | M3 |
Then slowly homeward turned my lingering steps | P2 |
I wrote my kinsman on the morrow morn | S |
And broached my project to a worthy man | S3 |
Who kept an office and a case of books | P2 |
An honest lawyer People called him learn'd | M3 |
But wanting tact and ready speech he failed | M3 |
The rest were pettifoggers scurrilous rogues | P2 |
Who plied the village justice with their lies | P2 |
And garbled law to suit the case in hand | M3 |
Mean querulous small brained delvers in the mire | T4 |
Of men's misfortunes crafty cunning knaves | P2 |
Versed in chicane and trickery that schemed | M3 |
To keep the evil passions of weak men | W |
In petty wars and plied their tongues profane | R |
With cunning words to argue honest fools | P2 |
Into their spider meshes to be fleeced | M3 |
I laid my case before him took advice | P2 |
Well meant advice to leave my native town | X2 |
And study with my kinsman whom he knew | M3 |
A week rolled round and brought me a reply | M3 |
A frank and kindly letter giving me | A |
That which I needed most encouragement | M3 |
But hard it was to fix my mind to go | M |
For in my heart an angel whispered 'Stay ' | - |
It might be better for my after years | P2 |
And yet perhaps 'twere better to remain | R |
I balanced betwixt my reason and my heart | M3 |
And hesitated Her I had not seen | D3 |
Since that sad night and so I made resolve | U4 |
That we should meet and at her father's house | P2 |
So whispering courage to my timid heart | M3 |
I went With happy greeting at the door | Q |
She met me but her face was wan and pale | M2 |
So pale and wan I feared that she was ill | U3 |
I read the letter to her and she sighed | M3 |
And sat in silence for a little time | R2 |
Then said | M3 |
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'God bless you Paul may be 'tis best | M3 |
I sometimes feel it is not for the best | M3 |
But I am selfish thinking of myself | V4 |
Go like a man but keep your boyish heart | M3 |
Your boyish heart is all the world to me | A |
Remember Paul how I shall watch and wait | M3 |
So write me often like the dew of heaven | I |
To withering grass will come your cheering words | P2 |
To know that you are well and happy Paul | G4 |
And good and true will wing the weary months | P2 |
And let me beg you as a sister would | M3 |
Not that I doubt you but because I love | K4 |
Beware of wine touch not the treacherous cup | X3 |
And guard your honor as you guard your life | K2 |
The years will glide away like scudding clouds | P2 |
That fleetly chase each other o'er the hills | P2 |
And you will be a man before you know | M |
And I will be a woman God will crown | X2 |
Our dearest hopes if we but trust in Him ' | - |
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We sat in silence for a little time | R2 |
And she was weeping so I raised her face | P2 |
And kissed away her tears She softly said | M3 |
'Paul there is something I must say to you | M3 |
Something I have no time to tell you now | W4 |
But we must meet again before you go | M |
Under the pines where we so oft have met | M3 |
Be this the sign ' She waved her graceful hand | M3 |
'Come when the shadows gather on the pines | P2 |
And silent stars stand sentinel in heaven | I |
Now Paul forgive me I must say good bye ' | - |
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I read her fear upon her anxious brow | W4 |
Lingering and clasped within her loving arms | P2 |
I through her dewy deep blue eyes beheld | M3 |
Her inmost soul and knew that love was there | U |
Ah then and there her father blustered in | X4 |
And caught us blushing in each other's arms | P2 |
He stood a moment silent and amazed | M3 |
Then kindling wrath distorted all his face | P2 |
He showered his anger with a tongue of fire | Y3 |
O cruel words that stung my boyish pride | M3 |
O dagger words that stabbed my very soul | W3 |
I strove but fury mastered up I sprang | O3 |
And felt a giant as I stood before him | R4 |
My breath was hot with anger impious boy | N3 |
Frenzied forgetful of his silvered hairs | P2 |
Forgetful of her presence too I raved | M3 |
And poured a madman's curses on his head | M3 |
A moan of anguish brought me to myself | V4 |
I turned and saw her sad imploring face | P2 |
And tears that quenched the wild fire in my heart | M3 |
I pressed her hand and passed into the hall | G4 |
While she stood sobbing in a flood of tears | P2 |
And he stood choked with anger and amazed | M3 |
But as I passed the ivied porch he came | N4 |
With bated breath and muttered in my ear | J4 |
'Beggar ' It stung me like a serpent's fang | O3 |
Pride pricked and muttering like a maniac | Y4 |
I almost flew the street and hurried home | I3 |
To vent my anger to the silent elms | P2 |
'Beggar ' an hundred times that long mad night | M3 |
I muttered with hot lips and burning breath | B4 |
I paced the walk with hurried tread and raved | M3 |
I threw myself beneath the willow tree | A |
And muttered like the muttering of a storm | F4 |
My little lamb came bleating mournfully | G4 |
Angered I struck him out among the trees | P2 |
I wandered mumbling 'beggar' as I went | M3 |
And beating in through all my burning soul | G4 |
The bitter thoughts it conjured till my brain | R |
Reeled and I sunk upon the dew damp grass | P2 |
And utterly exhausted slept till morn | S |
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I dreamed a dream all mist and mystery | A |
I saw a sunlit valley beautiful | G4 |
With purple vineyards and with garden plats | P2 |
And in the vineyards and the garden plats | P2 |
Were happy hearted youths and merry girls | P2 |
Toiling and singing Grandsires too were there | U |
Sitting contented under their own vines | P2 |
And fig trees while about them merrily played | M3 |
Their children's children like the sportive lambs | P2 |
That frolicked on the foot hills Low of kine | S |
Full uddered homeward wending from the meads | P2 |
Fell on the ear as soft as Hulder's loor | U |
Tuned on the Norse land mountains Like a nest | M3 |
Hid in a hawthorn hedge a cottage stood | M3 |
Embowered with vines beneath broad branching elms | P2 |
Sweet voiced with busy bees | P2 |
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On either hand | M3 |
Rose steep and barren mountains mighty cliffs | P2 |
Cragged and chasm'd and over grown with thorns | P2 |
And on the topmost peak a golden throne | S |
Blazoned with burning characters that read | M3 |
'Climb' it is yours ' Not far above the vale | G4 |
I saw a youth fair browed and raven haired | M3 |
Clambering among the thorns and ragged rocks | P2 |
And from his brow with torn and bleeding hand | M3 |
He wiped great drops of sweat Down through the vale | G4 |
I saw a rapid river broad and deep | Z4 |
Winding in solemn silence to the sea | P2 |
The sea all mist and fog Lo as I stood | M3 |
Viewing the river and the moaning sea | P2 |
A sail and then another flitted down | S |
And plunged into the mist A moment more | U |
Like shapeless shadows of the by gone years | P2 |
I saw them in the mist and they were gone | S |
Gone and the sea moaned on and seemed to say | P2 |
'Gone and forever ' So I gladly turned | M3 |
To look upon the throne the blazoned throne | S |
That sat upon the everlasting cliff | |
The throne had vanished Lo where it had stood | M3 |
A bed of ashes and a gray haired man | S |
Sitting upon it bowed and broken down | S |
And so the vision passed | M3 |
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The rising sun | S |
Beamed full upon my face and wakened me | P2 |
And there beside me lay my pet the lamb | E4 |
Gazing upon me with his wondering eyes | P2 |
And all the fields were bright and beautiful | G4 |
And brighter seemed the world I rose resolved | M3 |
I let the cottage and disposed of all | G4 |
The lamb went bleating to a neighbor's field | M3 |
And oft my heart ached but I mastered it | M3 |
This was the constant burden of my brain | S |
'Beggar ' I'll teach him that I am a man | S |
I'll speak and he shall listen I will rise | P2 |
And he shall see my course as I go up | X3 |
Round after round the ladder of success | P2 |
Even as the pine upon the mountain top | Q2 |
Towers o'er the maple on the mountain side | M3 |
I'll tower above him Then will I look down | S |
And call him Father He shall call me Son ' | - |
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Thus hushing my sad heart the day drew nigh | M3 |
Of parting and the promised sign was given | S |
The night was dismal darkness not one star | U |
Twinkled in heaven the sad low moaning wind | M3 |
Played like a mournful harp among the pines | P2 |
I groped and listened through the darkling grove | |
Peering with eager eyes among the trees | P2 |
And calling as I peered with anxious voice | P2 |
One darling name No answer but the moan | S |
Of the wind shaken pines I sat me down | S |
Under the dusky shadows waiting for her | U |
And lost myself in gloomy reverie | P2 |
Dim in the darksome shadows of the night | M3 |
While thus I dreamed my darling came and crept | M3 |
Beneath the boughs as softly as a hare | U |
And whispered 'Paul' and I was at her side | M3 |
We sat upon a mound moss carpeted | M3 |
No eyes but God's upon us and no voice | P2 |
Spake to us save the moaning of the pines | P2 |
Few were the words we spoke her silent tears | P2 |
Our clasping trembling lingering embrace | P2 |
Were more than words Into one solemn hour | U |
Were pressed the fears and hopes of coming years | P2 |
Two tender hearts that only dared to hope | D4 |
There swelled and throbbed to the electric touch | |
Of love as holy as the love of Christ | M3 |
She gave her picture and I gave a ring | P |
My mother's almost with her latest breath | B4 |
She gave it me and breathed my darling's name | N4 |
I girt her finger and she kissed the ring | P |
In solemn pledge and said | M3 |
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'I bring a gift | M3 |
The priceless gift of God unto his own | S |
O may it prove a precious gift to you | M3 |
As it has proved a precious gift to me | P2 |
And promise me to read it day by day | P2 |
Beginning on the morrow every day | P2 |
A chapter and I too will read the same ' | - |
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I took the gift a precious gift indeed | M3 |
And you may see how I have treasured it | M3 |
Here Captain put your hand upon my breast | M3 |
An inner pocket you will find it there | U |
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I opened the bloody blouse and thence drew forth | |
The Book of Christ all stained with Christian blood | M3 |
He laid his hand upon the holy book | V3 |
And closed his eyes as if in silent prayer | U |
I held his weary head and bade him rest | M3 |
He lay a moment silent and resumed | M3 |
Let me go on if you would hear the tale | G4 |
I soon shall sleep the sleep that wakes no more | U |
O there were promises and vows as solemn | S |
As Christ's own promises but as we sat | M3 |
The pattering rain drops fell among the pines | P2 |
And in the branches the foreboding owl | G4 |
With dismal hooting hailed the coming storm | F4 |
So in that dreary hour and desolate | M3 |
We parted in the silence of our tears | P2 |
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And on the morrow morn I bade adieu | M3 |
To the old cottage home I loved so well | G4 |
The dear old cottage home where I was born | S |
Then from my mother's grave I plucked a rose | P2 |
Bursting in bloom Pauline had planted it | M3 |
And left my little hill girt boyhood world | M3 |
I journeyed eastward to my journey's end | M3 |
At first by rail for many a flying mile | G4 |
By mail coach thence from where the hurrying train | S |
Leaps a swift river that goes tumbling on | S |
Between a village and a mountain ledge | |
Chafing its rocky banks There seethes and foams | P2 |
The restless river round the roaring rocks | P2 |
And then flows on a little way and pours | P2 |
Its laughing waters into a bridal lap | S2 |
Its flood is fountain fed among the hills | P2 |
Far up the mossy brooks the timid trout | M3 |
Lie in the shadow of vine tangled elms | P2 |
Out from the village green the roadway leads | P2 |
Along the river up between the hills | P2 |
Then climbs a wooded mountain to its top | Q2 |
And gently winds adown the farther side | M3 |
Unto a valley where the bridal stream | |
Flows rippling meadow flower and willow fringed | M3 |
And dancing onward with a merry song | |
Hastes to the nuptials From the mountain top | Q2 |
A thousand feet above the meadowy vale | G4 |
She seems a chain of fretted silver wound | M3 |
With artless art among the emerald hills | P2 |
Thence up a winding valley of grand views | P2 |
Hill guarded firs and rocks upon the hills | P2 |
And here and there a solitary pine | S |
Majestic silent mourns its slaughtered kin | S |
Like the last warrior of some tawny tribe | |
Returned from sunset mountains to behold | M3 |
Once more the spot where his brave fathers sleep | Z4 |
The farms along the valley stretch away | P2 |
On either hand upon the rugged hills | P2 |
Walled into fields Tall elms and willow trees | P2 |
Huge trunked and ivy hung stand sentinel | G4 |
Along the roadway walls storm wrinkled trees | P2 |
Planted by men who slumber on the hills | P2 |
Amid such scenes all day we rolled along | |
And as the shadows of the western hills | P2 |
Across the valley crept and climbed the slopes | P2 |
The sunset blazed their hazy tops and fell | G4 |
Upon the emerald like a mist of gold | M3 |
And at that hour I reached my journey's end | M3 |
The village is a gem among the hills | P2 |
Tall towering hills that reach into the blue | M3 |
One grand old mountain cone looms on the left | M3 |
Far up toward heaven and all around are hills | P2 |
The river winds among the leafy hills | P2 |
Adown the meadowy dale a shade of elms | P2 |
And willows fringe it In this lap of hills | P2 |
Cluster the happy homes of men content | M3 |
To let the great world worry as it will | G4 |
The court house park the broad bloom bordered streets | P2 |
Are avenues of maples and of elms | P2 |
Grander than Tadmor's pillared avenue | M3 |
Fair as the fabled garden of the gods | P2 |
Beautiful villas tidy cottages | P2 |
Flower gardens fountains offices and shops | P2 |
All nestle in a dreamy wealth of woods | P2 |
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Kind hearts received me All that wealth could bring | P |
Refinement luxury and ease was theirs | P2 |
But I was proud and felt my poverty | M3 |
And gladly mured myself among the books | P2 |
To master 'the lawless science of the law ' | - |
I plodded through the ponderous commentaries | P2 |
Some musty with the mildew of old age | |
And these I found the better for their years | P2 |
Like olden wine in cobweb covered flasks | P2 |
The blush of sunrise found me at my books | P2 |
The midnight cock crow caught me reading still | G4 |
And oft my worthy master censured me | M3 |
'A time for work ' he said 'a time for play | P2 |
Unbend the bow or else the bow will break ' | - |
But when I wearied needing sleep and rest | M3 |
A single word seemed whispered in my ear | U |
'Beggar ' it stung me to redoubled toil | G4 |
I trod the ofttimes mazy labyrinths | P2 |
Of legal logic mined the mountain mass | P2 |
Of precedents conflicting found the rule | G4 |
Then branched into the exceptions split the hair | U |
Betwixt this case and that ran parallels | P2 |
Traced from a 'leading case' through many tomes | P2 |
Back to the first decision on the 'point ' | - |
And often found a pyramid of law | G4 |
Built with bad logic on a broken base | P2 |
Of careless 'dicta ' saw how narrow minds | P2 |
Spun out the web of technicalities | P2 |
Till common sense and common equity | M3 |
Were strangled in its meshes Here and there | U |
I came upon a broad unfettered mind | M3 |
Like Murray's cleaving through the spider webs | P2 |
Of shallower brains and bravely pushing out | M3 |
Upon the open sea of common sense | P2 |
But such were rare The olden precedents | P2 |
Oft stepping stones of tyranny and wrong | |
Marked easy paths to follow and they ruled | M3 |
The course of reason as the iron rails | P2 |
Rule the swift wheels of the down thundering train | S |
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I rose at dawn First in this holy book | V3 |
I read my chapter How the happy thought | M3 |
That my Pauline would read the self same morn | S |
The self same chapter gave the sacred text | M3 |
Though I had heard my mother read it oft | M3 |
New light and import never seen before | U |
For I would ponder over every verse | P2 |
Because I felt that she was reading it | M3 |
And when I came upon dear promises | P2 |
Of Christ to man I read them o'er and o'er | U |
Till in a holy and mysterious way | P2 |
They seemed the whisperings of Pauline to me | M3 |
Later I learned to lay up for myself | V4 |
'Treasures in heaven where neither moth nor rust | M3 |
Corrupteth and where thieves do not break through | M3 |
Nor steal' and where my treasures all are laid | M3 |
My heart is and my spirit longs to go | M |
O friend if Jesus was but man of man | S |
And if indeed his wondrous miracles | P2 |
Were mythic tales of priestly followers | P2 |
To chain the brute till Reason came from heaven | S |
Yet was his mission unto man divine | S |
Man's pity wounds but Jesus' pity heals | P2 |
He gave us balm beyond all earthly balm | |
He gave us strength beyond all human strength | |
He taught us love above the low desires | P2 |
He taught us hope beyond all earthly hope | D4 |
He taught us charity wherewith to build | M3 |
From out the broken walls of barbarism | S |
The holy temple of the perfect man | S |
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On every Sabbath eve I wrote Pauline | S |
Page after page was burdened with my love | K4 |
My glowing hopes of golden days to come | S |
And frequent boast of rapid progress made | M3 |
With hungry heart and eager I devoured | M3 |
Her letters I re read them twenty times | P2 |
At morning when I laid the Gospel down | S |
I read her latest answer and again | S |
At midnight by my lamp I read it over | U |
And murmuring 'God bless her ' fell asleep | Z4 |
To dream that I was with her under the pines | P2 |
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Thus fled four years four years of patient toil | G4 |
Sweetened with love and hope and I had made | M3 |
Swift progress in my studies Master said | M3 |
Another year would bring me to the bar | U |
No fledgeling but full feathered for the field | M3 |
And then her letters ceased I wrote and wrote | M3 |
Again but still no answer Day after day | P2 |
The tardy mail coach lagged a mortal hour | U |
While I sat listening for its welcome horn | S |
And when it came I hastened from my books | P2 |
With hope and fear contending in my soul | G4 |
Day after day no answer back again | S |
I turned my footsteps with a weary sigh | M3 |
It wore upon me and I could not rest | M3 |
It gnawed me to the marrow of my bones | P2 |
The heavy tomes grew dull and wearisome | S |
And sometimes hateful then I broke away | P2 |
As from a prison and rushed wildly out | M3 |
Among the elms along the river bank | V2 |
Baring my burning temples to the breeze | P2 |
And drank the air of heaven like sparkling wine | S |
Conjuring excuses for her was she ill | G4 |
Perhaps forbidden Had another heart | M3 |
Come in between us No that could not be | M3 |
She was all constancy and promise bound | M3 |
A month which seemed to me a laggard year | U |
Thus wore away At last a letter came | N4 |
O with what springing step I hurried back | Y4 |
Back to my private chamber and my desk | |
With what delight what eager trembling hand | M3 |
The well known seal that held my hopes I broke | |
Thus ran the letter | U |
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'Paul the time has come | S |
When we must both forgive while we forget | M3 |
Mine was a girlish fancy We outgrow | M |
Such childish follies in our later years | P2 |
Now I have pondered well and made an end | M3 |
I cannot wed myself to want and curse | P2 |
My life life long because a girlish freak | |
Of folly made a promise So farewell ' | - |
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My eyes were blind with passion as I read | M3 |
I tore the letter into bits and stamped | M3 |
Upon them ground my teeth and cursed the day | P2 |
I met her to be jilted All that night | M3 |
My thoughts ran riot Round the room I strode | M3 |
A raving madman savage as a Sioux | M3 |
Then flung myself upon my couch in tears | P2 |
And wept in silence and then stormed again | S |
'Beggar ' it raised the serpent in my breast | M3 |
Mad pride bat blind I seized her pictured face | P2 |
And ground it under my heel With impious hand | M3 |
I caught the book the precious gift she gave | |
And would have burned it but that still small voice | P2 |
Spake in my heart and bade me spare the book | V3 |
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Then with this Gospel clutched in both my hands | P2 |
I swore a solemn oath that I would rise | P2 |
If God would spare me she should see me rise | P2 |
And learn what she had lost Yes I would mount | M3 |
Merely to be revenged I would not cringe | |
Down like a spaniel underneath the lash | |
But like a man would teach my proud Pauline | S |
And her hard father to repent the day | P2 |
They called me 'beggar ' Thus I raved and stormed | M3 |
That mad night out forgot at dawn of morn | S |
This holy book but fell to a huge tome | I3 |
And read two hundred pages in a day | P2 |
I could not keep the thread of argument | M3 |
I could not hold my mind upon the book | V3 |
I could not break the silent under tow | M |
That swept all else from out my throbbing brain | S |
But false Pauline I read from morn till night | M3 |
But having closed the book I could not tell | G4 |
Aught of its contents Then I cursed myself | V4 |
And muttered 'Fool can you not shake it off | |
This nightmare of your boyhood Brave indeed | M3 |
Crushed like a spaniel by this false Pauline | S |
Crushed am I By the gods I'll make an end | M3 |
And she shall never know it nettled me ' | - |
So passed the weary days My cheeks grew thin | S |
I needed rest I said and quit my books | P2 |
To range the fields and hills with fowling piece | P2 |
And 'mal prepense' toward the feathery flocks | P2 |
The pigeons flew from tree tops o'er my head | M3 |
I heard the flap of wings and they were gone | S |
The pheasant whizzed from bushes at my feet | M3 |
Unseen until its sudden whir of wings | P2 |
Startled and broke my wandering reverie | M3 |
And then I whistled and relapsed to dreams | P2 |
Wandering I cared not whither wheresoe'er | M3 |
My silent gun still bore its primal charge | C3 |
So gameless but with cheeks and forehead tinged | M3 |
By breeze and sunshine I returned to books | P2 |
But still a phantom haunted all my dreams | P2 |
Awake or sleeping for awake I dreamed | M3 |
A spectre that I could not chase away | P2 |
The phantom form of my own false Pauline | S |
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Six months wore off six long and weary months | P2 |
Then came a letter from a school boy friend | M3 |
In answer to the queries I had made | M3 |
Filled with the gossip of my native town | S |
Unto her father's friend a bachelor | M3 |
Her senior by full twenty years at least | M3 |
Dame Rumor said Pauline had pledged her hand | M3 |
I knew him well a sly and cunning man | S |
A honey tongued false hearted flatterer | M3 |
And he my rival carrying off my prize | P2 |
But what cared I 'twas all the same to me | M3 |
Yea better for the sweet revenge to come | S |
So whispered pride but in my secret heart | M3 |
I cared and hoped whatever came to pass | P2 |
She might be happy all her days on earth | |
And find a happy haven at the end | M3 |
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My thoughtful master bade me quit my books | P2 |
A month at least for I was wearing out | M3 |
'Unbend the bow ' he said His watchful eye | M3 |
Saw toil and care at work upon my cheeks | P2 |
He could not see the canker at my heart | M3 |
But he had seen pale students wear away | P2 |
With overwork the vigor of their lives | P2 |
And so he gave me means and bade me go | M |
To romp a month among my native hills | P2 |
I went but not as I had left my home | I3 |
A bashful boy uncouth and coarsely clad | M3 |
But clothed and mannered like a gentleman | S |
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My school boy friend gave me a cordial greeting | P |
That honest lawyer bade me welcome too | M3 |
And doted on my progress and the advice | P2 |
He gave me ere I left my native town | S |
Since first the iron horse had coursed the vale | G4 |
Five years had fled five prosperous magic years | P2 |
And well nigh five since I had left my home | I3 |
These prosperous years had wrought upon the place | P2 |
Their wonders till I hardly knew the town | S |
The broad and stately blocks of brick that shamed | M3 |
The weather beaten wooden shops I knew | M3 |
Seemed the creation of some magic hand | M3 |
Adown the river bank the town had stretched | M3 |
Sweeping away the quiet grove of pines | P2 |
Where I had loved to ramble when a boy | N3 |
And see the squirrels leap from tree to tree | M3 |
With reckless venture hazarding a fall | G4 |
To dodge the ill aimed arrows from my bow | W4 |
The dear old school house on the hill was gone | S |
A costly church tall spired and built of stone | S |
Stood in its stead a monument to man | S |
Unholy greed had felled the stately pines | P2 |
And all the slope was bare and desolate | M3 |
Old faces had grown older some were gone | S |
And many unfamiliar ones had come | S |
Boys in their teens had grown to bearded men | S |
And girls to womanhood and all was changed | M3 |
Save the old cottage home where I was born | S |
The elms and butternuts in the meadow field | M3 |
Still wore the features of familiar friends | P2 |
The English ivy clambered to the roof | W2 |
The English willow spread its branches still | G4 |
And as I stood before the cottage door | M3 |
My heart pulse quickened for methought I heard | M3 |
My mother's footsteps on the ashen floor | M3 |
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The rumor I had heard was verified | M3 |
The wedding day was named and near at hand | M3 |
I met my rival gracious were his smiles | P2 |
Glad as a boy that robs the robin's nest | M3 |
He grasped the hands of half the men he met | M3 |
Pauline I heard but seldom ventured forth | |
Save when her doting father took her out | M3 |
On Sabbath morns to breathe the balmy air | M3 |
And grace with her sweet face his cushioned pew | M3 |
The smooth faced suitor old dame Gossip said | M3 |
Made daily visits to her father's house | P2 |
And played the boy at forty years or more | M3 |
While she had held him off to draw him on | S |
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I would not fawn upon the hand that smote | M3 |
I would not cringe beneath its cruel blow | M |
Nor even let her know I cared for it | M3 |
I kept aloof as proud as Lucifer | M3 |
But when the church bells chimed on Sabbath morn | S |
To that proud monument of stone I went | M3 |
Her father's pride since he had led the list | M3 |
Of wealthy patrons who had builded it | M3 |
To hear the sermon for methought Pauline | S |
Would hear it too Might I not see her face | P2 |
And she not know I cared to look upon it | M3 |
She came not and the psalms and sermon fell | G4 |
Upon me like an autumn mist of rain | S |
I met her once by chance upon the street | M3 |
The day before the appointed wedding day | M3 |
Her and her father she upon his arm | |
'Paul O Paul ' she said and gave her hand | M3 |
I took it with a cold and careless air | M3 |
Begged pardon had forgotten 'Ah Pauline | S |
Yes I remembered five long years ago | M |
And I had made so many later friends | P2 |
And she had lost so much of maiden bloom ' | - |
Then turning met her father face to face | P2 |
Bowed with cold grace and haughtily passed on | S |
'This is revenge ' I muttered Even then | S |
My heart ached as I thought of her pale face | P2 |
Her pleading eyes her trembling clasping hand | M3 |
And then and there I would have turned about | M3 |
To beg her pardon and an interview | M3 |
But pride that serpent ever in my heart | M3 |
Hissed 'beggar ' and I cursed her with the lips | P2 |
That oft had poured my love into her ears | P2 |
'She marries gold to morrow let her wed | M3 |
She will not wed a beggar but I think | |
She'll wed a life long sorrow let her wed | M3 |
Aye aye I hope she'll live to curse the day | M3 |
Whereon she broke her sacred promises | P2 |
And I forgive her yea but not forget | M3 |
I'll take good care that she shall not forget | M3 |
I'll prick her memory with a bitter thorn | S |
Through all her future Let her marry gold ' | - |
Thus ran my muttered words but in my heart | M3 |
There ran a counter current ere I slept | M3 |
Its silent under tow had mastered all | G4 |
'Forgive and be forgiven ' I resolved | M3 |
That on the morning of her wedding day | M3 |
Would I go kindly and forgive Pauline | S |
And send her to the altar with my blessing | P |
That night I read a chapter in this book | V3 |
The first for many months and fell asleep | Z4 |
Beseeching God to bless her | M3 |
Then I dreamed | M3 |
That we were kneeling at my mother's bed | M3 |
Her death bed and the feeble trembling hands | P2 |
Of her who loved us rested on our heads | P2 |
And in a voice all tremulous with tears | P2 |
My mother said 'Dear children love each other | M3 |
Bear and forbear and come to me in heaven ' | - |
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I wakened once at midnight a wild cry | M3 |
'Paul O Paul ' rang through my dreams and broke | |
My slumber I arose but all was still | G4 |
And then I slept again and dreamed till morn | S |
In all my dreams her dear sweet face appeared | M3 |
Now radiant as a star and now all pale | G4 |
Now glad with smiles and now all wet with tears | P2 |
Then came a dream that agonized my soul | G4 |
While every limb was bound as if in chains | P2 |
Methought I saw her in the silent night | M3 |
Leaning o'er misty waters dark and deep | Z4 |
A moan a plash of waters and O Christ | M3 |
Her agonized face upturned imploring hands | P2 |
Stretched out toward me and a wailing cry | M3 |
'Paul O Paul ' Then face and hands went down | S |
And o'er her closed the deep and dismal flood | M3 |
Forever but it could not drown the cry | M3 |
'Paul O Paul ' was ringing in my ears | P2 |
'Paul O Paul ' was throbbing in my heart | M3 |
And moaning sobbing in my shuddering soul | G4 |
Trembled the wail of anguish 'Paul O Paul ' | - |
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Then o'er the waters stole the silver dawn | S |
And lo a fairy boat with silken sail | G4 |
And in the boat an angel at the helm | F3 |
And at her feet the form of her I loved | M3 |
The white mists parted as the boat sped on | S |
In silence lessening far and far away | M3 |
And then the sunrise glimmered on the sail | G4 |
A moment and the angel turned her face | P2 |
My mother and I gave a joyful cry | M3 |
And stretched my hands but lo the hovering mists | P2 |
Closed in around them and the vision passed | M3 |
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The morning sun stole through the window blinds | P2 |
And fell upon my face and wakened me | M3 |
And I lay musing thinking of Pauline | S |
Yes she should know the depths of all my heart | M3 |
The love I bore her all those lonely years | P2 |
The hope that held me steadfast to my toil | G4 |
And feel the higher and the holier love | K4 |
Her precious gift had wakened in my soul | G4 |
Yea I would bless her for that precious gift | M3 |
I had not known its treasures but for her | M3 |
And O for that would I forgive her all | G4 |
And bless the hand that smote me to the soul | G4 |
That would be comfort to me all my days | P2 |
And if there came a bitter time to her | M3 |
'Twould pain her less to know that I forgave | |
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A hasty rapping at my chamber door | M3 |
In came my school boy friend whose guest I was | P2 |
And said | M3 |
'Come Paul the town is all ablaze | P2 |
A sad a strange a marvelous suicide | M3 |
Pauline who was to be a bride to day | M3 |
Was missed at dawn and after sunrise found | M3 |
Traced by her robe and bonnet on the bridge | |
Whence she had thrown herself and made an end ' | - |
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And he went on but I could hear no more | M3 |
It fell upon me like a flash from heaven | S |
As one with sudden terror dumb I turned | M3 |
And in my pillow buried up my face | P2 |
Tears came at last and then my friend passed out | M3 |
In silence O the agony of that hour | M3 |
O doubts and fears and half read mysteries | P2 |
That tore my heart and tortured all my soul | G4 |
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I arose About the town the wildest tales | P2 |
And rumors ran dame Gossip was agog | |
Some said she had been ill and lost her mind | M3 |
Some whispered hints and others shook their heads | P2 |
But none could fathom the marvelous mystery | M3 |
Bearing a bitter anguish in my heart | M3 |
Half crazed with dread and doubt and boding fears | P2 |
Hour after hour alone disconsolate | M3 |
Among the scenes where we had wandered oft | M3 |
I wandered sat where once the stately pines | P2 |
Domed the fair temple where we learned to love | K4 |
O spot of sacred memories how changed | M3 |
Yet chiefly wanting one dear blushing face | P2 |
That in those happy days made every place | P2 |
Wherever we might wander hill or dale | G4 |
Garden of love and peace and happiness | P2 |
So heavy hearted I returned My friend | M3 |
Had brought for me a letter with his mail | G4 |
I knew the hand upon the envelope | D4 |
With throbbing heart I hastened to my room | Q4 |
With trembling hands I broke the seal and read | M3 |
One sheet inclosed another one was writ | M3 |
At midnight by my loved and lost Pauline | S |
Inclosed within a letter false and forged | M3 |
Signed with my name such perfect counterfeit | M3 |
At sight I would have sworn it was my own | S |
And thus her letter ran | S |
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'Beloved Paul | G4 |
May God forgive you as my heart forgives | P2 |
Even as a vine that winds about an oak | |
Rot struck and hollow hearted for support | M3 |
Clasping the sapless branches as it climbs | P2 |
With tender tendrils and undoubting faith | H4 |
I leaned upon your troth nay all my hopes | P2 |
My love my life my very hope of heaven | S |
I staked upon your solemn promises | P2 |
I learned to love you better than my God | M3 |
My God hath sent me bitter punishment | M3 |
O broken pledges what have I to live | |
And suffer for Half mad in my distress | P2 |
Yielding at last to father's oft request | M3 |
I pledged my hand to one whose very love | K4 |
Would be a curse upon me all my days | P2 |
To morrow is the promised wedding day | M3 |
To morrow but to morrow shall not come | S |
Come gladlier death and make an end of all | G4 |
How many weary days and patiently | M3 |
I waited for a letter and at last | M3 |
It came a message crueler than death | B4 |
O take it back and if you have a heart | M3 |
Yet warm to pity her you swore to love | K4 |
Read it and think of those dear promises | P2 |
O sacred as the Savior's promises | P2 |
You whispered in my ear that solemn night | M3 |
Beneath the pines and kissed away my tears | P2 |
And know that I forgive belov d Paul | G4 |
Meet me in heaven God will not frown upon | S |
The sin that saves me from a greater sin | S |
And sends my soul to Him Farewell Farewell ' | - |
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Here he broke down Unto his pallid lips | P2 |
I held a flask of wine He sipped the wine | S |
And closed his eyes in silence for a time | R2 |
Resuming thus | P2 |
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You see the wicked plot | M3 |
We both were victims of a crafty scheme | |
To break our hearts asunder Forgery | M3 |
Had done its work and pride had aided it | M3 |
The spurious letter was a cruel one | S |
Casting her off with utter heartlessness | P2 |
And boasting of a later dearer love | K4 |
And begging her to burn the billets doux | P2 |
A moon struck boy had sent her ere he found | M3 |
That pretty girls were plenty in the world | M3 |
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Think you my soul was roiled with anger No | M |
God's hand was on my head A keen remorse | P2 |
Gnawed at my heart O false and fatal pride | M3 |
That blinded me else I had seen the plot | M3 |
Ere all was lost else I had saved a life | K2 |
To me most precious of all lives on earth | |
Yea dearer then than any soul in heaven | S |
False pride the ruin of unnumbered souls | P2 |
Thou art the serpent ever tempting me | M3 |
God chastening me has bruised thy serpent head | M3 |
O faithful heart in silence suffering | P |
True unto death to one she could but count | M3 |
A perjured villain cheated as she was | P2 |
Captain I prayed 'twas all that I could do | M3 |
God heard my prayer and with a solemn heart | M3 |
Bearing the letters in my hand I went | M3 |
To ask a favor of the man who crushed | M3 |
And cursed my life to look upon her face | P2 |
Only to look on her dear face once more | M3 |
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I rung the bell a servant bade me in | S |
I waited long At last the father came | N4 |
All pale and suffering I could see remorse | P2 |
Was gnawing at his heart as I arose | P2 |
He trembled like a culprit on the drop | Q2 |
'O sir ' he said 'whatever be your quest | M3 |
I pray you leave me with my dead to day | M3 |
I cannot look on any living face | P2 |
Till her dead face is gone forevermore ' | - |
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'And who hath done this cruel thing ' I said | M3 |
'Explain ' he faltered 'Pray you sir explain ' | - |
I said and thrust the letters in his hand | M3 |
And as he sat in silence reading hers | P2 |
I saw the pangs of conscience on his face | P2 |
I saw him tremble like a stricken soul | G4 |
And then a tear drop fell upon his hand | M3 |
And there we sat in silence Then he groaned | M3 |
And fell upon his knees and hid his face | P2 |
And stretched his hand toward me wailing out | M3 |
'I cannot bear this burden on my soul | G4 |
O Paul O God forgive me or I die ' | - |
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His anguish touched my heart I took his hand | M3 |
And kneeling by him prayed a solemn prayer | M3 |
'Father forgive him for he knew not what | M3 |
He did who broke the bond that bound us twain | S |
O may her spirit whisper in his ear | M3 |
Forever God is love and all is well | G4 |
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The iron man all bowed and broken down | S |
Sobbed like a child He laid his trembling hand | M3 |
With many a fervent blessing on my head | M3 |
And with the crust all crumbled from his heart | M3 |
Arose and led me to her silent couch | |
And I looked in upon my darling dead | M3 |
Mine O mine in heaven forevermore | M3 |
God's angel sweetly smiling in her sleep | Z4 |
How beautiful how radiant of heaven | S |
The ring I gave begirt her finger still | G4 |
Her golden hair was wreathed with immortelles | P2 |
The lips half parted seemed to move in psalm | |
Or holy blessing As I kissed her brow | M3 |
It seemed as if her dead cheeks flushed again | S |
As in those happy days beneath the pines | P2 |
And as my warm tears fell upon her face | P2 |
Methought I heard that dear familiar voice | P2 |
So full of love and faith and calmest peace | P2 |
So near and yet so far and far away | M3 |
So mortal yet so spiritual like an air | M3 |
Of softest music on the slumbering bay | M3 |
Wafted on midnight wings to silent shores | P2 |
When myriad stars are twinkling in the sea | P2 |
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'Paul O Paul forgive and be forgiven | S |
Earth is all trial there is peace in heaven ' | - |
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Aye Captain in that sad and solemn hour | M3 |
I laid my hand upon the arm of Christ | M3 |
And he hath led me all the weary way | M3 |
To this last battle I shall win through Him | R4 |
And ere you hear the reveille again | S |
Paul and Pauline amid the psalms of heaven | S |
Embraced will kneel and at the feet of God | M3 |
Receive His benediction Let me sleep | Z4 |
You know the rest I'm weary and must sleep | Z4 |
An angel's bugle blast will waken me | P2 |
But not to pain for there is peace in heaven | S |
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He slept but not the silent sleep of death | B4 |
I felt his fitful pulse and caught anon | S |
The softly whispered words Pauline and Peace | P2 |
Anon he clutched with eager nervous hand | M3 |
And in hoarse whisper shouted Steady men | S |
Then sunk again Thus passed an hour or more | M3 |
And he woke half raised himself and said | M3 |
With feeble voice and eyes strange luster lit | M3 |
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Captain my boat is swiftly sailing out | M3 |
Into the misty and eternal sea | P2 |
From out whose waste no mortal craft returns | P2 |
The fog is closing round me and the mist | M3 |
Is damp and cold upon my hands and face | P2 |
Why should I fear the loved have gone before | M3 |
I seem to hear the plash of coming oars | P2 |
The mists are lifting and the boat is near | M3 |
'Tis well To die as I am dying now | S |
A soldier's death amid the gladsome shouts | P2 |
Of victory for which my puny hands | P2 |
Did their full share albeit it was small | G4 |
Was all my late ambition Bring the Flag | |
And hold it over my head Let me die thus | P2 |
Under the stars I've followed Dear old Flag | |
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But here his words became inaudible | G4 |
As in the mazes of the Mammoth Cave | |
Fainter and fainter on the listening ear | M3 |
The low retreating voices die away | M3 |
His eyes were closed a gentle smile of peace | P2 |
Sat on his face I held his nerveless hand | M3 |
And bent my ear to catch his latest breath | B4 |
And as the spirit fled the pulseless clay | M3 |
I heard or thought I heard his wonder words | P2 |
Pauline how beautiful | G4 |
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As I arose | P2 |
The gray dawn paled the shadows in the east | M3 |
Hanford Lennox Gordon
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