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And with starry veil enfold
Sin, the trailing serpent old,
Though his words seem true and wise,
Soul, I say to thee-Arise,
He is a Demon in disguise!
TAND this way-more near the win
By my desk-you see the light
Falling on my picture better—
Thus I see it while I write !
Who the head may be I know not,
But it has a student air ;
With a look half sad, half stately,
Grave sweet eyes and flowing hair.
Little care I who the painter,
How obscure a name he bore;
Nor, when some have named Velasquez,
Did I value it the more.
As it is, I would not give it
It has dwelt with me, and listened
Many a time, when to my garret
It has seemed to look a welcome
That has made my poor room bright.
Many a time, when ill and sleepless,
Till it faded in my dream.
When dark days have come, and friendship Worthless seemed, and life in vain,
That bright friendly smile has sent me
Boldly to my task again.
Sometimes when hard need has pressed me
To bow down where I despise,
I have read stern words of counsel
Nothing that my brain imagined,
Spring forth into armed Thought.
It has smiled on my successes,
Raised me when my hopes were low,
Do you wonder that my picture
UDGE not; the workings of his brain
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
The look, the air, that frets thy sight,
The soul has closed in deadly fight
With some infernal fiery foe,
Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace,
And cast thee shuddering on thy face!
The fall thou darest to despise
May be the slackened angel's hand
Has suffered it, that he may rise
And take a firmer, surer stand;
Or, trusting less to earthly things,
And judge none lost, but wait, and see,
The depth of the abyss may be
The measure of the height of pain And love and glory that may raise This soul to God in after days!
O not cheat thy Heart and tell her, "Grief will pass away,
Hope for fairer times in future,
And forget to-day."
Tell her, if you will, that sorrow
Need not come in vain;
Tell her that the lesson taught her
Far outweighs the pain.