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Show ON MEETING A SISTER OF CHARI TY. Modestly with drooping eye, Holy Woman; On the street you pass me by. Holy Woman; Like a tranquil spirit sent . To a world of discontent From a paradise whose bourne Is the sky. Dear me the lingering thought. Holy Woman; When my brow was surging hot. Holy Woman; How j-ou watched me, angel true, As my mother used to do; Prayed and waited till the night Wearied through. In the tense and throbbing gray, Holy Woman; j Of the battle's wildest day, 1 Holy Woman; I have seen you take your way Where the mangled quivering- lay ; 1 Kneeling God reward you there On the clay. In the city's vilest shed. ! Holy Woman ; Where the children wailed for bread, Holy Woman; i There your deeds will liv? and bloom. Though unmarked, forgot, your tomb-Like tomb-Like the virgin, bring your light Into the gloom. I Clyde L. Davis. I |