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Show The Silent. If the little sister or the little brother Came crying through the darkness to our door; "Beloved, thou can'st help me and no other. Ah, pity, I implore'." Would we not draw them' close in tender ten-der fashion. With never word of censure of sur-' sur-' prise, - 0 And soothe and aid them there with all compassion, We, who are old and wise? How is it, then, wnen we from one an-. an-. other Cry to those higher with despairing breath? Ourselves the "little sister or the broth-- broth-- er. To one most wise in death Praying, "Ah, comfort me, ah, guide me truly. rrum uiy wnue wisaom counsel or consent," Ah. ever to these silent rises newly Our sound of discontent. Can they forget so wholly, nor discover dis-cover The weak hands groping at their garment's hem The little sister or the little brother, Vould we not stoop to. them? Theodosia Garrison in May Apple-ton's. |