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And it shall be, In afterwhiles, when far away, When wintry skies are bleak and gray And no birds sing, I shall grow glad remembering The sweetness of this scarlet day. AND IT SHALL BE IN AFTERWHILES WHEN FAR AWAY WHEN WINTRY SKIES ARE BLEAK AND GRAY AND NO BIRDS SING I SHALL GROW GLAD REMEMBERING THE SWEETNESS OF THIS SCARLET DAY
 forth to them the while, Those faithful fathers, true and leal! How oft along each cloistered aisle They counted o’er and o’er their beads, While in this garden, unawares, The fragrant flowers sowed their seeds. —And richly as the flowers, the prayers Bore fruit in gentle deeds! In arched embrasures, lifted high Against the sky, The bells in clear-cut beauty show; And loftier still, surmounting all, And blessing thus the ancient wall, A cross,—and on its summit, lo! A slender bird with pearly breast Sits peacefully at rest! Ah me! Ah me! I know not why This little bird with folded wings, The cross, the tender azure sky, Their pure, exceeding beauty brings Swift tears, and smites my heart, till I Am almost fain To hide mine eyes for very pain! Yet though thus for a little space I bow my face, Nor any grace Of rose or lily can I see, I know the while that memory, Clear-eyed and free, Upon my heart is graving deep Each least, sweet loveliness, to keep Through all the coming years for me. PREARED IN LOVING ZEAL MY HEART GOES FORTH TO THEM THE WHILE THOSE FAITHFUL FATHERS TRUE AND LEAL HOW OFT ALONG EACH CLOISTER'S ISLE THEY COUNTED O'ER AND O'ER THEIR BEADS WHILE IN THIS GARDEN UNAWARES THE FRAGRANT FLOWERS SOWED THEIR SEEDS AND RICHLY AS THE FLOWERS THE PRAYERS BORE FRUIT IN GENTLE DEEDS IN ARCHED EMBRASURES LIFTED HIGH AGAINST THE SKY THE BELLS IN CLEAR CUT BEAUTY SHOW AND LOFTIER STILL SURMOUNTING ALL AND BLESSING THUS THE ANCIENT WALL ACROSS AND ON ITS SUMMIT LOW A SLENDER BIRD WITH PURELY BREAST SITS PEACEFULLY AT REST AH ME AH ME I KNOW NOT WHY THIS LITTLE BIRD WITH FOLDED WINGS THAT CROSS THE TENDER AZURE SKY THEIR PURE EXCEEDING BEAUTY BRINGS SWIFT TEARS AND SMITES MY HEART TILL I AM ALMOST FAIN TO HIDE MINE EYES FOR VERY PAIN YET THOUGH THUS FOR A LITTLE SPACE I BOW MY FACE NOR ANY GRACE OF ROSE OR LILY CAN I SEE I KNOW THE WHILE THAT MEMORY CLEAR EYED AND FREE UPON MY HEART IS GRAVING DEEP EACH LEAST SWEET LOVELINESS TO KEEP THROUGH ALL THE COMING YEARS FOR ME
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