Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

A PLEASANT picture, full of meanings deep,
Old age, calm sitting in the July sun,
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TAKE it, reader, idly passing,
This, like other idle lines;
Take it, critic, great at classing
Subtle genius and its signs:
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"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!"

Children, that lay their pretty garlands by
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ALL shimmering in the morning shine
And diamonded with dew,
And quivering in the scented wind
That thrills its green heart through,--
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AH me, how heavily the night comes down,
Heavily, heavily:
Fade the curved shores, the blue hills' serried throng,
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HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt search till Thou find
This lost piece of silver,--this treasure enshrined
In casket or bosom, once of such store;
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IT is a moor
Barren and treeless; lying high and bare
Beneath the archèd sky. The rushing winds
Fly over it, each with his strong bow bent
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After War-time.

O LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam finger touching
This poor damp brow, or flying freshly by
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WE clutch our joys as children do their flowers;
We look at them, but scarce believe them ours,
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YOU remember where in starlight
We two wandered hand in hand,
While the night-flowers poured their perfume,
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