POEMS.
97
The erring and the hardened heart,
That, touched by thee, hath turned
To aid, in penitence and tears,
The misery it spurned.
That, touched by thee, hath turned
To aid, in penitence and tears,
The misery it spurned.
The prayers and blessings of the poor,
That greet thee day by day,
These, these shall twine for thee a wreath
That fadeth not away.
H. A.
That greet thee day by day,
These, these shall twine for thee a wreath
That fadeth not away.
H. A.
ON AN ANCIENT OAK ROOM IN WARWICKSHIRE, FORMERLY THE RESIDENCE OF ROBERT, EARL OF LEICESTER.
Relic of ancient splendour,
Remnant of olden pride,
Spells rest thee round, lest aught of ill
Thy pillared walls betide.
Remnant of olden pride,
Spells rest thee round, lest aught of ill
Thy pillared walls betide.
Many an eye hath marked thee,
Now closed in death's long sleep;
Gay hearts have ceased their laughter,
The sad have ceased to weep.
Now closed in death's long sleep;
Gay hearts have ceased their laughter,
The sad have ceased to weep.
