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LOUISE ON THE DOOR-STEP.

BY C. MACKAY, Half-past three in the morning ! And no one in the street But me, on the sheltering door-step Besting my weary feet : Watching the rain-drops patter And dance where the puddles run, As bright in the flaring gaslight As dewdropis in the sun. There’s a light upon the pavement— It shines like a magic glass, And there are faces in it That look at me and pass. Faces—ah ! well remembered In the happy Long Ago, When my garb was white as lilies, And my thoughts as pure as snow. Faces ! ah, yes ! I see them— One, two, and three—and four— That come in the gust of tempests, And go on the winds that bore. Changeful and evanescent, They shine ’mid storm and rain. Till the terror of their beauty Lies deep upon my brain. One of them frowns ; I know him, With his thin long snow-white hair, —- Cursing his wretched daughter That drove him to despair. And the other, with wakening pity In her large tear-streaming eyes, Seems as she yearned towards me, And whispered “ Paradise,” They pass,—they melt in the rippl And I shut mine eyes, that burn To escape another vision That follows where’er I turn— The face of a false deceiver That lives and lies ; ah, me I Though I see it in the pavemei t. Mocking my misery! They are gone ! —all three ! - quite vanished Let nothing call them back I For I’ve had enough of phantoms, And my heart is on the rack ! God help me in my sorrow ; But there, —in the wet, cold stone. Smiling in heavenly beauty, I see my lost, mine own! There, on the glimmering pavement, With eyes as blue as morn, Floats by the fair-haired darling Too soon from my bosom torn. She clasps her tiny fingers— She calls me sweet and mild, And says that my God forgives me For the sake of my little child. I will go to her grave to-morrow, And pray that I may die; And I hope that my God will take me Ere the days of my youth go by. For I am old in anguish, And long to be at rest. With my little babe beside me, And the daisies on my breast.

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Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 953, 14 July 1877, Page 3

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LOUISE ON THE DOOR-STEP. Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 953, 14 July 1877, Page 3

LOUISE ON THE DOOR-STEP. Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 953, 14 July 1877, Page 3

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