Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Shadows

I am sorry in the gladness
    Of the joys that crown my days,
For the souls that sit in sadness
    Or walk uninviting ways.

On the radiance of my labour
    That a loving fate bestowed,
Falls the shadow of my neighbour,
    Crushed beneath a thankless load.

As the canticle of pleasure
    From my lovelit altar rolls,
There is one discordant measure,
    As I think of homeless souls.

And I know that grim old story,
    Preached from pulpits, is not so,
For no God could sit in glory
    And see sinners writhe below.

In that great eternal Centre
    Where all human life has birth,
Boundless love and pity enter
    And flow downward to the earth.

And all souls in sin or sorrow
    Are but passing through the night,
And I know on some to-morrow
    God will love them into light. 

1. Behold the Earth
2. The Birth of the Orchid
3. Intermediary
4. As by Fire
5. Assistance

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Shadows ("Ha! help! - 'twas palpable!")

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