A Christian Poetess

A DELAIDE P ROCTER

She stooped o'er earth's poor brink, light as a breeze
That bathes, enraptured, in clear morning seas,
And round her, like that wandering minstrel, sent
Twofold delight — music with freshness blent:
Ere long in night her snowy wings she furled,
Waiting the sunrise of a happier world,
And God's new song. O spirit crystalline,
What lips shall better waft it on than thine?
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