Page:The Granite Monthly Volume 2.djvu/130

 130 SORROW.

��SOBROW.

��BY MARY HELEN BOODEY.

Sorrow sits and softly sings

While she flings

O'er the strings Of her lute her fingers white, With tear-diamonds bedight.

Diamonds deck her, head and foot,

Well they suit

On her lute, Glitter, glitter, like the rain, Sparkle, sparkle, without stain.

Every diamond is a tear;

Jewels dear;

Without fear Sorrow wears them and doth shine As she were a diamond-mine.

Sorrow gathers hour by hour

Such a dower,

Such a shower Of the bright, translucent gems Which she wears in diadems.

When -her holy work is done

Every one

In the sun Glows and flashes living light That would dazzle mortal sight.

Now she comes and sits by me,

Moments flee

Dreamily ; As I weep she closer clings, Working, ever, as she sings.

Sorrow ! Sorrow ! go thy way,

Do not stay

Here to-day, I've shed tears enough for thee, Haste away ! I will be free !

But my guest doth still remain

And again

Falls the rain Of my tears, which she doth take Singing low, " For faith's sweet sake!"

�� �