A FRAGMENT.
Faith is seraph born,
And mindful of her origin, most wise,
For she has listened at the feet of Christ;
Calm-hearted as an angel, for she keeps
The trustfulness of childhood, as a sabbath
Keeps the dawn's stillness.
At her shining feet,
Ah, then, be mute and listen, while she tells
The chastened spirit what its pride of strength
In vain petitions. All her words are pleasant
As shadows by the way-side, and we bear
Their memory with us as we pluck a branch
And mindful of her origin, most wise,
For she has listened at the feet of Christ;
Calm-hearted as an angel, for she keeps
The trustfulness of childhood, as a sabbath
Keeps the dawn's stillness.
At her shining feet,
Ah, then, be mute and listen, while she tells
The chastened spirit what its pride of strength
In vain petitions. All her words are pleasant
As shadows by the way-side, and we bear
Their memory with us as we pluck a branch
