Poems: Old and New

by Frederick George Scott


 

A WAIF.


 

THIS place is holy, Christ has been
   In it to-day;
The little girl behind this screen
   Has passed away.

Her soul has sought the boundless deep

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   Beyond these skies.
Then fold her wasted hands to sleep,
   And close her eyes.

No more their glazing pupils see
   This crowded ward;

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She walks now in eternity
   Beside her Lord.

Put back the dark hair from her brow,
    And smooth her cheek;
Those white lips would be praying now

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   If they could speak. [Page 93]

Make straight each crippled limb again,
    And raise her head;
It once would make her cry with pain
   To touch her bed.

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The winter shadows as they fall
   Begin to hide
The little texts upon the wall
    That were her pride.

But where she wanders far away

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    The hills are bright;
She rests, our little waif and stray,
    With God to-night. [Page 94]