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Tucker, Mary E.
Poems

- SPEAK TO HER TENDERLY.


SPEAK TO HER TENDERLY.


SPEAK to her tenderly, taunt her not now,
Tho' a million of sins hath deep furrowed
her brow;
Greet her with kindness. Her once raven hair
Is frosted with silver time's hand left there.

Cheeks now so colorless, bloomed like the rose;
Lips now all tremulous, spoke but repose;
Dim eyes, all clouded with fountains of tears,
Were like the young fawn's eyes, in long a gone
years.

Speak to her tenderly. How can you know
Why bowed her young soul'neath temptation's
fell blow?
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It may be that poverty planted the seed--
Tears nourished its growth, Pride matured the
rank weed.

It may be, she loved, tho' unwisely, too well;
It may be, the serpent allured, with his spell,
That from his sweet charming she woke but to
know
The death in life sorrow-- the all-alone woe.

It may be, in sinning, she erred but to save
A dear one from filling want's desolate grave;
Perchance some unkindness first drove to despair,
A manly heart saved her, she wept her grief there.

Then judge not too harshly. Remorse's heavy
hand
Is a terrible stricture-- an icy-cold band;
Long years of repentance, of praying, and pain,
And the blood of the Saviour, hath cleansed her
from stain!
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