And with full sunlight he sprang up—a man! * * *
“Oh, lips so quiet, eyes that will not see!
Oh, clinging hands that not again will cling!
This last poor sin may well be pardoned thee,
Since for the right’s sake thou hast done this thing.” * * *
* * *
Night After Night
Night after night the cards were fairly shuffled
And fairly dealt, but still I got no hand.
The morning came, but I with mind unruffled