Poem by Menella Bute Smedley

Two Ways

If only to the darken'd eye
Or dying heart, Thy will is sweet,
Blind me, O Lord, or let me die
At once beneath Thy piercèd feet;
Against my will Thy way I choose,
I wish my dearest hopes denied,
For I would love Thee, though I lose
The power of loving aught beside!
But hearts that breathe in purer air
Are like a child that finds a flower,
And wonders why it is so fair,
And wears it for one happy hour;
Then, by a father's arm embraced,
Springs to him, leans upon his breast,
And yields it, ere he ask, in haste
To give him what it loves the best. 

1. Song (Take me from these dreary shades)
2. Windy and Grey Morning
3. The Little Fair Soul
4. Once
5. One and Another

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