Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, the — Volume 04: Songs in Many Keys by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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The angel light has shown.
No want that kindness may relieve Assails her heart in vain, The lifting of a ragged sleeve Will check her palfrey's rein. A thoughtful calm, a quiet grace In every movement shown, Reveal her moulded for the place She may not call her own. And, save that on her youthful brow There broods a shadowy care, No matron sealed with holy vow In all the land so fair. PART FOURTH THE RESCUE A ship comes foaming up the bay, Along the pier she glides; Before her furrow melts away, A courier mounts and rides. "Haste, Haste, post Haste!" the letters bear; "Sir Harry Frankland, These." |
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