Two Quatrains


“I HELD thee angel stooped to love of mine:
God pardon thee thou equalest not my thought ! ”
“Nay, pardon crave thyself, that, where God wrought
Mere human worth, thou dost exact divine ! ”
Edith. M. Thomas.


CLOSE cleaving unto Silence, into sound
She ventures as a timorous child, from land ;
Still glancing, at each wary step, around,
Lest suddenly she lose her sister’s hand.
John. B. Tabb.