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THOMAS EDWARD BROWN

1830-1897

798                                                 Salve!

TO live within a caveit is most good;
   But, if God make a day,
And some one come, and say,
Lo! I have gatherd faggots in the wood!
   Een let him stay,
And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood!
So sit till morning! when the light is grown
   That he the path can read,
   Then bid the man God-speed!
His morning is not thine: yet must thou own
They have a cheerful warmththose ashes on the stone.

799                                               Preparation

HAST thou a cunning instrument of play,
Tis well; but see thou keep it bright,
And tuned to primal chords, so that it may
Be ready day and night.
For when He comes thou knowst not, who shall say:
These virginals are apt; and try a note,
And sit, and make sweet solace of delight,
That men shall stand to listen on the way,
And all the room with heavenly music float.

800                                               My Garden

A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot!
  Rose plot,
  Fringed pool,
Fernd grot
  The veriest school
  Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
  Nay, but I have a sign;
  Tis very sure God walks in mine.

 

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