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 1885 
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 /^Ai^cds ^LAk;^Ey Xlli-ioiJd, A- /A- 
 
 AUTHOR OF 
 
 *'ESTELLE AND OTHER POEMS." 
 
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 188g. 
 
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 COPYRIGHTED, 1S85. 
 
 BY 
 
 MARCUS BLAKEV ALLMOND, A.M. 
 
N Easter-tide— 't was years ago. 
 The sunlight shone upon the earth, 
 The green grass took a greener hue, 
 The young leaves gladdened at their birth. 
 The bird sang on the bush and tree, 
 The flower timidly looked forth 
 And smiled because she did not see 
 The icy foot-prints of the North. 
 The Easter bells, in low sweet tones, 
 Rang out within the village near, 
 And fell a welcome message on 
 Full many an eager list'ning ear. 
 The village folk, in simple wise. 
 The old and young, the rich and poor, 
 With all the neighb'ring farm-folk, came 
 Their risen Saviour to adore. 
 For aged parents laid to rest, 
 For children who had shunned earth's strife 
 Each stricken couple read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 
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In faith believing, their response 
 Was fresh and sweet, and pure and true. 
 In faith believing, man and wife 
 A richer consolation knew. 
 The widow, in her weeds of woe, 
 With features still with suff'ring rife. 
 Bent low her brow, and read, " 1 am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 The orphans and their father stood, 
 Bereft of mother and of wife, 
 And each responding read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 And one there was whose jewels shone 
 Amid her silks and laces fine, 
 Whose form was as a sylph's for grace, 
 Whose features were almost divine; 
 She bowed with all the country-folk, 
 But still the city's wonted air 
 Disclosed itself in all she did, 
 And told her rearing unaware. 
 
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And there within a neighb'ring pew 
 A stalwart form and noble brow, 
 An honest-hearted reverent man 
 Met each response with humble bow. 
 And thus in measure as complete, 
 As beats the drum unto the fife, 
 From pews apart they read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 Her tones were sweet. Her eyes looked up, 
 And her fair beauty cast its spell ; 
 His heart began to whisper words 
 His better judgment thought not well. 
 For she was child of love and wealth, 
 And he the son of honest toil, 
 Whose legacy was but his health 
 And some small gift of God's good soil. 
 She rode the boulevards in silk ; 
 He walked the fields all ill bedigbt. 
 She knew the slumb'rous couch of ease, 
 And he to labor morn and night. 
 
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But days went by, and then they met, 
 
 And, having met, would meet again. 
 
 The ecstacy of his delight 
 
 Foreran the ecstacy of pain. 
 
 For oh ! to meet and merely meet. 
 
 And oh ! to go and leave unsaid 
 
 The one dear thing that you would say — 
 
 This is a fate you well may dread. 
 
 T length for old acquaintance' sake 
 
 They walked unto a neighboring hill; 
 
 The landscape lay a charming scene, 
 
 So fresh, so beautiful, and still. 
 
 She spoke of God's sweet realms of peace. 
 
 And gladdened at the noble thought, 
 
 " Rich is the heart that bows to Him, 
 
 And learns the lessons He has taught." 
 
 He stood amazed. This child of wealth. 
 
 This fondling of the city's best, 
 
 In all the ways of fashion set, 
 
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In all the garbs of fashion dressed, 
 What ! she, as he, an humble man 
 Who labored for his daily bread, 
 Could feel the touch of God's sweet peace, 
 And bow to Him her jeweled head! 
 It was a revelation grand ; 
 Here was a common ground where he 
 Might meet her, and, in meeting, feel 
 Himself the freest of the free ; 
 For oh ! the country far and wide, 
 The brook, the meadow, and the wood. 
 Spoke volumes of the Master's love. 
 That goes about still doing good. 
 And as he told her what he saw 
 In all those wondrous scenes that lay 
 In skies above, on earth beneath, 
 Her eyes would glow at what he 'd say. 
 And then in turn she took the theme 
 Of that late life that she had spent 
 Amid the social circle's round, 
 
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With its wild, feverish discontent. 
 
 Oh! she had often sighed, she said, 
 
 For one sweet breath of God's good truth, 
 
 For one dear heart whose wealth was but 
 
 Its trust in God and laughing youth ; 
 
 *' Strength, manhood, faith in God and man. 
 
 Love leal and tender unto me, 
 
 My woman's heart would not exchange 
 
 For any other legacy. 
 
 To work at good, and wait for Time 
 
 To bring the harvest when he can — 
 
 This is the calling and the mark 
 
 Of what I deem a real man." 
 
 The sunlight on her diamonds shone, 
 
 The golden brooch gleamed on her breast; 
 
 More rich than gold or diamonds then 
 
 Her woman's soul stood there confessed. 
 
 The beauty of the face is well. 
 
 And glads the heart in wondrous wise. 
 
 But beauty of the soul will make 
 
That beauty Love's far nobler prize. 
 Anew his love glowed with delight ; 
 He saw the gulf that stood apart 
 Begin to close the yawning depth 
 That lay between his and her heart. 
 
 tte^GAIN 'twas in the Easter- tide, 
 
 **"" And bells within the village near 
 
 Rang out a welcome message on 
 
 Fall many an eager iist'ning ear. 
 
 The village folk, in simple wise, 
 
 The old and young, the rich and poor, 
 
 With all the neighb'ring farm-folk, came 
 
 Their risen Saviour to adore. 
 
 For aged parents laid to rest, 
 
 For children who had shunned earth's strife, 
 
 Each stricken couple read, '" 1 am 
 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 
 In faith believing, their response 
 
 Was fresh and sweet, and pure and true. 
 
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In faith believing, man and wife 
 A richer consolation knew ; 
 The widow, in her weeds of woe, 
 With features^still with suff'ring rife, 
 Bent low her brow, and read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 The orphans and their father stood. 
 Bereft of mother and of wife, 
 And each responding read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 And two in measure as complete 
 As beats the drum unto the fife, 
 From out the same pew read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 
 ^HE Easter day was passing out, 
 The Easter sun was sinking low ; 
 They moved in quiet converse on, 
 A measured step and wondrous slow. 
 We know not how it came about, 
 
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But on that afternoon he told 
 
 A story that is ever new. 
 
 And yet a story ever old. 
 
 She did not say him yes or nay, 
 
 But still he knew her meaning true : 
 
 Her hand — it lingered just a bit 
 
 That evening when she bade adieu. 
 
 HEN next they met, the city^s glare 
 Shone round them in a golden sheen ; 
 She moved amid the regal halls 
 The very image of a queen. 
 He found her quite as welcoming 
 As she was ever wont to be — 
 But that was all. The rest, he found, 
 Were not so glad by half as she. 
 Her father had a stately step, 
 A hand that was so icy cold ; 
 His every action seemed to say — 
 " I Ve locked and sealed my chest of gold." 
 
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" I care not,'' thought Agricola, 
 
 " For hands and brains can work their way, 
 
 And laughing love that's leal and true 
 
 Will win the battle any day." 
 
 He told her, when 't was opportune, 
 
 He was, he hoped, a real man — 
 
 Would *' work at good, and wait for Time 
 
 To bring the harvest when he can." 
 
 She begged him not be rash to ask 
 
 A hand that could not bring a dower — 
 
 " Who misses all the golden fruit 
 
 What cares he for the orange flower ?" 
 
 He told her he had arms of strength, 
 
 A heart all full of love and youth — 
 
 A field well tilled and filled with seed 
 
 Of God's own tender, loving truth. 
 
 She reached her little hand to his. 
 
 Looked up into his eyes and said, 
 
 " Strength, manhood, faith in God and man, 
 
 Love leal and tender — these I '11 wed. " 
 
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I HEY wedded, and the country round 
 Knew not a sweeter gift than this, 
 The royal life that God had made 
 The flowing fountain of his bliss. 
 His arms with newer strength now wrought, 
 His brain a quicker impulse found ; 
 The fruit-trees bent beneath their load, 
 The grain-yield cumbered all the ground ; 
 It was not Wealth, but Plenty stood 
 And smiled a welcome at the door ; 
 Love laughs at Deprivation oft, 
 And sweet Content is never poor. 
 When two young hearts are knit with love, 
 And two young souls blend into one, 
 If prayer and patience with them dwell 
 Then will success crown what's begun. 
 His work was hard ; his rest was sweet ; 
 The farm-house knew a single heart. 
 She willed, he wished; she said, he did; 
 This was her portion and his part. 
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For strength, that is heroic strength, 
 Bows gently to the loving hand 
 That blesses earth while yet it points 
 The way unto the better land. 
 And she led onward and he bowed 
 Himself unto her gentle sway ; 
 'Twas Love that ushered in the morn 
 And Love that ushered out the day. 
 
 Jw LAS ! alack ! an hour there came 
 
 She sank to slumber on his breast; 
 His arms he folded round her form ; 
 He laid her with her God at rest. 
 
 iffVNCE more the glad world welcomes in, 
 ^'^ O Easter-tide, thy holy hour, 
 And April renders sweet thy path 
 With song of bird and bloom of flower. 
 The aged heart renews its faith. 
 The youthful heart is glad with glee, 
 And Memory counts the things that were, 
 
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While Hope dreams of the things to be. 
 The village folk; in simple wise, 
 The old and young, the rich and poor, 
 With all the neighboring farm-folk, come 
 Their risen Saviour to adore. 
 For aged parents laid to rest, 
 For children who have shunned earth's strife, 
 Each stricken couple reads, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 The widow, in her weeds of woe, 
 With features still with suff 'ring rife, 
 Bends low her brow, and reads, "I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 The orphans and their father stand, 
 Bereft of mother and of wife, 
 And each responding reads, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 In faith believing, their response 
 Is fresh and sweet, and pure and leal. 
 In faith believing, each and all 
 A richer consolation feel. 
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And one there is who stands within 
 And dreams of her he called his wife, 
 In faith believing, reads, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life." 
 And as he stands and makes response 
 And rests his head upon his hand, 
 He catches through the shadows round 
 Fair glimpses of the better land, 
 And sees a face as fair and sweet 
 x\s ever angel faces are ; 
 And in her hand a palm-branch is, 
 And on her brow a risen star. 
 And then from out that holy realm 
 He hears the sweet voice of his wife 
 Unite with his, and read, " I am 
 The Resurrection and the Life."' 
 And then his rapt soul seems at length 
 To be within that endless day 
 Where hearts that love and hands that join 
 Are one forever and for aye. 
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