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    THE MAIDEN'S DREAM.   Table of Contents     A STORY OF VENGEANCE.

Dunbar-Nelson, Alice
Violets and Other Tales

- IN MEMORIAM.

IN MEMORIAM.



The light streams through the windows
arched high,
And o'er the stern, stone carvings
breaks
In warm rich gold and crimson waves,
Then steals away in corners dark to die.
And all the grand cathedral silence falls
Into the hearts of those that worship
low,
Like tender waves of hushed nothingness,
Confined nor kept by human earthly
walls.
Deep music in its thundering organ
sounds.
Grows diffuse through the echoing
space,
Till hearts grow still in sadness'
mighty joy,
Or leap aloft in swift ecstatic bounds.
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Mayhap 'twas but a dream that came to
me,
Or but a vision of the soul's desire,
To see the nation in one mighty
whole,
Do homage on its blended, worshipping
knee.
Through time's heroic actions, the soul
of man,
Alone proves what that soul without
earth's dross
Could be, and this, through time's
far-searching fire,
Hath proved thine white beneath the
deepest scan.

A woman's tribute, 'tis a tiny dot,
A merest flower from a frail, small
hand,
To lay among the many petaled
wreaths
About thy form--a tribute soon forgot.
But if in all the incense to arise
In fragrance to the blue empyrean
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The blended sweetness of the women's
love
Goes pouring too, in all their heartfelt
sighs,
And if one woman's sorrow be among
them too,
One woman's joy for labor past
Be reckoned in the mighty teeming
whole,
It is enough, there is nor more to do.

Within the hearts of heroes small and
great
There 'bides a tenderness for weakling things
Within thy heart, the sorrowing
country knows
These passions, bravest and the tenderest mate.

When man is dust, before the gazing
eyes
Of all the gaping throng, his life lies
wide
For all to see and whisper low about
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Or let their thoughts in discord's clatter
rise.

But thine was pure and undefiled,
A record of long brilliant, teeming
days,
Each thought did tend to further
things,
But pure as the proverbial child.

Oh, people, that thy grief might find express
To gather in some vast cathedral's
hall,
That then in unity we might kneel
and hear
Sublimity in sounds, voice our distress.

Peace, peace, the men of God cry, ye be
bold,
The world hath known, 'tis Heaven
who claims him now,
And in our railings we but cast aside
The noble traits he bid us hold.
So though divided through the land, in
dreams
We see a people kneeling low,
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Bowed down in heart and soul to see
This fearful sorrow, crushing as it seems.

And all the grand cathedral silence falls
Into the hearts of these that worship low,
Like tender waves of hushed nothingness,
Confined, nor kept by human earthly
walls.
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    THE MAIDEN'S DREAM.   Table of Contents     A STORY OF VENGEANCE.