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 CHRIST THE COMRADE

Christ, by Thine own darkened hour Live within my heart and brain! Let my hands not slip the rein.

Ah, how long ago it is Since a comrade rode with me! Now a moment let me see

Thyself, lonely in the dark, Perfect, without wound or mark.

AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS

Oh, to have a little house, To own the hearth and stool and all— The heaped-up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains, And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue speckled store.