—Each visage like an iron mask;
No look of recognition greets
The softened landscape out of doors.
—The shimmer of the summer falls
On unresponsive eyes; The God
Of Nature all unheeded calls.
Their half-veiled gaze droops coldly down,
Fixed on the dusty, worn, old floor,
Unnoting that the gracious Lord
Smiles in God’s sunshine at the door.