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 OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS

(Upon reading the poem of that name in the Underwoods of Mr. Stevenson)

Far from the world, far from delight, Distinguishing not day from night; Vowed to one sacrifice of all The happy things, that men befall; Pleading one sacrifice, before Whom sun and sea and wind adore; Far from earth's comfort, far away, We cry to God, we cry and pray For men, who have the common day. Dance, merry world! and sing: but we, Hearing, remember Calvary: Get gold, and thrive you! but the sun Once paled; and the centurion Said: This dead man was God's own Son. Think you, we shrink from common toil, Works of the mart, works of the soil; That, prisoners of strong despair, We breathe this melancholy air; Forgetting the dear calls of race, And bonds of house, and ties of place; That, cowards, from the field we turn, And heavenward, in our weakness, yearn? Unjust! unjust! while you despise Our lonely years, our mournful cries: You are the happier for our prayer; The guerdon of our souls, you share. Not in such feebleness of heart, We play our solitary part;