The Angel[1]
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden queen
Guarded by an angel mild.
Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd!
And I wept both night & day,
And he wiped my tears away,...
Holy Thursday[1]
Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich & fruitful land,
Babes reduced to misery?
Fed with cold & usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so...
INFANT SORROW
My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
5 Struggling in my fathers bands:
Striving against my...