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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
 
X. The Pity of It
Hester
By Charles Lamb (1775–1834)
 
WHEN maidens such as Hester die,
Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a thousand try,
        With vain endeavour.
 
A month or more hath she been dead,        5
Yet cannot I by force be led
To think upon the wormy bed
        And her together.
 
A springy motion in her gait,
A rising step, did indicate        10
Of pride and joy no common rate,
        That flush’d her spirit.
 
I know not by what name beside
I shall it call: if ’twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied,        15
        She did inherit.
 
Her parents held the Quaker rule,
Which doth the human feeling cool,
But she was train’d in Nature’s school,
        Nature had blest her.        20
 
A waking eye, a prying mind,
A heart that stirs, is hard to bind,
A hawk’s keen sight ye cannot blind,
        Ye could not Hester.
 
My sprightly neighbour, gone before        25
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore,
        Some summer morning,
 
When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,        30
A bliss that would not go away,
        A sweet fore-warning?
 
 
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