LERMONTOFF.
THE PRAYER
When faints the heart for sorrow,
In life's hard, darkened hour,
My spirit breathes a wondrous prayer
Full of love's inward power.
There is a might inspiring
Each consecrated word,
That speaks the inconceivable
And holy will of God.
The heavy load slips from my heart—
Oppressing doubt takes flight,
The soul believes, the tears break forth—
And all is light, so light!
LERMONTOFF.
THE PALM BRANCH OF PALESTINE
Palm branch of Palestine, oh tell me,
In that far distant home-land fair,
Wast rooted in the mountain gravel
Or sprung from some vale garden rare?
Once o'er the Jordan's silver billows
Fond kissed with thee the Eastern sun?
Have the grim gales 'neath starry heavens
Swept over thee from Lebanon?
And was a trembling prayer soft whispered,
A father's song sung over thee—
When from the parent stem dis-severed
By some poor aborigine?