And I know the present is _not_ a dream,
For I feel a touch and a well-known kiss;
And they are not phantoms that shine and gleam
From days that are past with a solemn bliss.
From days that are lit by a heaven-ray,
To kindle our hearts and strengthen our faith;
For Harry and I are changed in a way,
Like people whose eyes have looked upon death.[2]
My Harry has won such a patient mood,
And has grown so resolute and so wise;
He is always trying to do some good,
And always succeeding in what he tries.
The trials I trembled that he should bear,
His noble heart has accepted as such;
And I see they were sent with a tender care,
And never intended to be too much.
My heart is too full of its joy, I fear,
When he whispers in fond caressing tone--
'It was not my trials that won me, dear;
It was watching my darling bear her own.
Afar from the hut in the dusky wood,
We sometimes recall with a yearning sigh,
The days of our sorrowful solitude,
When the world was nothing but he and I.
[Footnote 2:
For she had look'd upon a great man's death
And she was changed.
_Queen Isabel_, by MENELLA SMEDLEY.]
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