Kate Harrington Poems

You wondered why my fingers clasped
So lovingly that withered hand;
The tenderness that filled my heart
You saw, yet could not understand.
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They spoke in whispers ; it was not
Because a crowd was nigh,
For all alone they breathed each thought
Beneath a moonlit sky.
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Students ! as again ye gather
Where your feet have trod before,
Ope your minds to Wisdom's teachings,
Drink them in and thirst for more !
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Morning's hush was all around me,
Silence brooded everywhere,
When the early dawning found me
Bowed and crushed by wild despair ;
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One sweet, consoling thought comes to me as I write :
Her deathless spirit, snowy-winged, is nearer us to-night
Than when it dwelt below, imprisoned by the clay,
Longing to join the yearning group that mourned its lengthened stay.
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It was on a lovely evening
In the merry month of June,
That we sailed upon the waters clear,
Beneath the rising moon.
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When morn's rose-light lingers
On love's hallowed bowers,
And zephyr's light fingers
Awaken the flowers ;
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Fold the snowy cover under,
Where his pulseless form is laid,
Then sit down to sigh and wonder
Why this sudden call was made.
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Welcome, Sir Knights ! the Chapter stands
With open arms and outstretched hands !
Damascus greets, with beaming eye,
The chosen of the Mystic Tie !
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Beloved, dost know that, though heaven is far,
Heart throbs unto heart as star answereth to star?
That the dear ones below and the dear ones above
Receive and return mystic tokens of love ?
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