Copyright, 1902, by
Charles Scribner’s Sons
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Published March, 1902
The De Vinne Press
To my Father
You called the old farm Bramble Brae,
And loved it till your hair was gray
And footsteps faltered while you trod
The sloping upland bright with sod.
It blossomed in your quiet life
With gowans from the Neuk of Fife;
And while you walked the waving wheat
You dreamed of heather and the peat.
You’ve gane awa! My spirit yearns
To hear you read the songs of Burns;
The melody I’ve faintly caught
Is just the lesson that you taught.
If any hear your gentle voice
In verse of mine, then I’ll rejoice
And sing along my stumbling way,
“He’s home again in Bramble Brae!”
CONTENTS
BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
On the dark decline of the unillumined
verge between the two worlds.
George Meredith.
THE UNILLUMINED VERGE
TO A FRIEND DYING
They tell you that Death’s at the turn of the road,
That under the shade of a cypress you’ll find him,
And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad
Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him.