The Fool's Prayer The royal feast was done; the King The jester doffed his cap and bells, He bowed his head, and bent his knee "No pity, Lord, could change the heart ""T is not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away. "These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. "The ill-timed truth we might have kept— Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say Who knows how grandly it had rung? "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders-oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!" The room was hushed; in silence rose The Open Window My tower was grimly builded, "And here," I thought, "I will keep my life From the bitter world afar." Dark and chill was the stony floor, And the mould crept up on the dreary wall, One morn, in my sullen musings, Then back I flung the shutter That was never before undone, And I kept till its wings were rested The little weary one. But in through the open window, For all the while I had burrowed There in my dingy tower, Lo! the birds had sung and the leaves had danced From hour to sunny hour. And such balm and warmth and beauty Came drifting in since then, That the window still stands open And shall never be shut again. To a Maid Demure Often when the night is come, Like a picture in a book, Swift the weeks are on the wing; Years are brief, and love a thing Blooming, fading, like a flower; Wake and seize the little hour. Give me welcome, or farewell; Quick! I wait! And who can tell What to-morrow may befall, Love me more, or not at all. Momentous Words What spiteful chance steals unawares And trips the nimblest brain and scares We had one minute at the gate, And whose would be the blame! I gazed at her, she glanced at me; "How warm it is to-day!" said she; |