'Twas at the close of a warm summer's day, We spread our orphan's couch in the sweet air; And she was happy as the healthiest there; While, with each changing posture, as she lay, A star, that lurk'd within the whispering firs, Look'd forth upon her, glistening tenderly; 'How like', she said, 'a mother's watchful eye, 'That wakes and brightens, when her infant stirs!' She lov'd God's world, that maiden meek and mild; She challenged kith and kin on every hand, Like Francis of Assisi - that dear child Spoke sisterly of flowers and song-birds wild; Till every listener lost his self-command, And o'er her dying love-notes wept and smiled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PSALM 47 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SOUL, WHEREFORE FRET THEE? by GERTRUDE BLOEDE BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE CHAMPION (SUGGESTED BY A STORY OF JACK LONDON) by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: ONCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |