A SWEET SINGER: ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER.
She sang of Love—the love whose fires
Burn with a pure and gentle flame,
No passion lights of wild desires
Red with the lurid glow of shame.
She sang of angels, and their wings
Seemed rustling through each soft refrain;
Gladness and sorrow, kindred things
She wove in many a tender strain.
She sang of Heaven and of God,
Of Bethlehem’s star and Calvary’s way,
Gethsemane—the bloody sod,
Death, darkness, resurrection-day.
She sang of Mary—Mother blest,
Her sweetest carols were of thee!
Close folded to thy loving breast
How fair her home in heaven must be!