Show I i I I 1 Unaware I 0 I fled tIed before its shrouded face tace That specter grief of or mine Which made mado mo me cat of or bitter bread And drink of or gall n for tor wine Which watched m my pillow as I 1 slept Walked b by me In the street And into strange and nd woeful ways was my unwilling feet teet I learned to pause for tor other feet Upon that Way I trod And lo 10 the hea heavy hand of or Grief GrIer Was 88 as the hand of or God Ah Ali Lord M My tears that washed me clean Revealed th thy tender care core And In that Grief I 1 entertained Thine An Angol el unaware Marie Conway Conta Oem lor in Hampton- Hampton Columbian Magazine 1 I 6 |