Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 7/"Only"


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Only a woman’s face,
In the dark night and cold,
But, oh! the ghost of a vanish’d grace,
And the pitiful tale it told!

Wrapt in a ragged shawl
(Why was it not her shroud?)
It look’d as white as the moon at night,
Thro’ a rift in a driving cloud.

Only a few poor pence,
And a few kind words addressing;
And all they brought was a kindly thought
And a poor lost woman’s blessing.

M. P.