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Gordon, Hanford Lennox, 1836-1920

"The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems"


I girt her finger, and she kissed the ring
In solemn pledge, and said:
"'I bring a gift--
The priceless gift of God unto his own:
O may it prove a precious gift to you,
As it has proved a precious gift to me;
And promise me to read it day by day--
Beginning on the morrow--every day
A chapter--and I too will read the same.'
"I took the gift--a precious gift indeed--
And you may see how I have treasured it.
Here, Captain, put your hand upon my breast--
An inner pocket--you will find it there."
I opened the bloody blouse and thence drew forth
The Book of Christ all stained with Christian blood.
He laid his hand upon the holy book,
And closed his eyes as if in silent prayer.
I held his weary head and bade him rest.
He lay a moment silent and resumed:
"Let me go on if you would hear the tale;
I soon shall sleep the sleep that wakes no more.
O there were promises and vows as solemn
As Christ's own promises; but as we sat
The pattering rain-drops fell among the pines,
And in the branches the foreboding owl
With dismal hooting hailed the coming storm.
So in that dreary hour and desolate
We parted in the silence of our tears.


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