Poem August 15, 1901 Issue

A Cottage Portrait

BY CLARENCE A. BUSKIRK.

WITHIN my humble hall there hangs against the wall
A fairer flower than summer garlands show,—
A beautiful old face whose gentleness and grace
Beam forth like winter flowers beside the snow.

How calm the light which lies within those dear old eyes,
How noble the sweet patience of that brow;
Those furrows which the years wore deep with many tears,
Ah, how serene beneath life's sunset now!

As on that face I gaze, my fancy seeks the days,
Long vanished, which her laughing girlhood knew;
I see the well-sweep move she oft has told me of,
And forest paths her bare feet rambled through.

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