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    • XVI.—LIGHT AND SHADE.
    • XVII.—ALONE. ¦ . - n A : ¦
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      At Lastafter Many Years' Difficult Searc...

      spirit of this high-minded man , and may those who cannot see * ptt their calling anything higher than a ineans of subsistence , keep

      out of the precincts of a sanctuary hallowed by the sacrifices of men like Father Pestalozzi .

      F . H .

      925 Light And Shade. Atone.

      925 LIGHT AND SHADE . _AtONE .

      Xvi.—Light And Shade.

      XVI . —LIGHT AND SHADE .

      A Tair Child Born 'Raid Purple Pall;—A B...

      A _tair child born ' raid purple pall;—A beggar dead ' neath the palace wall .

      High festival in gilded room;—A felon lone in prison gloom .

      With mirth and song a bridal-train ;—A bier borne through the sobbing rain .

      A ship launched on a gala-day ;—A wreck , the hungry breakers' prey .

      A knight armed for the battle-plain ;—A widow weeping o'er the slain .

      A banner bright with gold like fire ; That banner soiled with blood and mire .

      A city holding Carnival;—The black plague brooding over all .

      A fair morn , yet the day will fade ;—lafe is made up of Light and Shade .

      L . W . Fellows .

      Xvii.—Alone. ¦ . - N A : ¦

      XVII . —ALONE . ¦ _. - _n A : ¦

      , W Alone! I Am Alone—There's Love At Ha...

      , Alone ! I am alone—there ' s love at hand to bless ,

      I stretch my arms , but cannot reach it yet ; The present is an utter nothingness , The past , a dream I never shall forget .

      When I awoke from it , I looked above , The stars had set that on my slumbers shone , * And memory sang a requiem for love ;

      When common daylight dawned , I was alone !

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    • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1862, page 92, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101862/page/20/