To Madonna in Quaker
BECAUSE my fathers gave not grace
To thy so lighted face,
Being by Discipline most gravely gray,
Some thing of loveliness has fled its place,
Is lost to me this day.
To thy so lighted face,
Being by Discipline most gravely gray,
Some thing of loveliness has fled its place,
Is lost to me this day.
Not that I’d bring thee candles in bright rows,
Mary! thee knows.
I, of plain heritage, convinced and plain.
Never I’d suffer symbols and thy shows,
Mary! Yet this again:
Mary! thee knows.
I, of plain heritage, convinced and plain.
Never I’d suffer symbols and thy shows,
Mary! Yet this again:
Because my fathers gave not grace
To thy small oval face,
Being by Discipline so firmly free,
Some thing of loveliness has fled its place —
Is lost to me.
To thy small oval face,
Being by Discipline so firmly free,
Some thing of loveliness has fled its place —
Is lost to me.
WALDEEN H. WHITE