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Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)

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. 

Menella Bute Smedley's other poems:
  1. A Day's Fishing
  2. A Discovery
  3. Parting
  4. What We May See
  5. A Girl's Love Song

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