Poem by Anne Reeve Aldrich

Servitude

The church was dim at vespers.
My eyes were on the Rood.
But yet I felt thee near me,
In every drop of blood.

In helpless, trembling bondage
My soul's weight lies on thee,
O call me not at dead of night,
Lest I should come to thee! 

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2. The Eternal Justice
3. Love's Change
4. Recollection
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