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So each day I am more hopeful, He may come before the night: Every sunset I feel surer He must come ere morning light. "Then I thank you, noble lady, But I cannot do your will: Where he left me, he must find me. " 44 LEGENDS AND LYRICS--FIRST SERIES VERSE: THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR Hush! I cannot bear to see thee Stretch thy tiny hands in vain; Dear, I have no bread to give thee, Nothing, child, to ease thy pain! When God sent thee first to bless me, Proud, and thankful too, was I; Now, my darling I, thy mother, Almost long to see thee die.
41 LEGENDS AND LYRICS--FIRST SERIES VERSE: TREASURES Let me count my treasures, All my soul holds dear, Given me by dark spirits Whom I used to fear. Through long days of anguish, And sad nights, did Pain Forge my shield, Endurance, Bright and free from stain! Doubt, in misty caverns, 'Mid dark horrors sought, Till my peerless jewel, Faith to me she brought. Sorrow, that I wearied Should remain so long, Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song. Strife, that racked my spirit, Without hope or rest, Left the blooming flower, Patience, on my breast.
I feared the pitiless rocks of Ocean; So the great sea rose--and then Cast me from her friendly bosom, On the pitiless hearts of men. Gaunt and dreary ran the mountains, With black gorges, up the land; Up to where the lonely Desert Spreads her burning, dreary sand: In the gorges of the mountains, On the plain beside the sea, Dwelt my stern and cruel masters, The black Moors of Barbary. Ten long years I toiled among them, Hopeless--as I used to say; Now I know Hope burnt within me Fiercer, stronger, day by day: Those dim years of toil and sorrow Like one long dark dream appear; One long day of weary waiting - Then each day was like a year.