Classic Poem

" I asked: " And did he never see her face,
Nor learn her name, wherefore and whence she came?
Left she no track, no clue whereby to trace
Her dwelling place and name?"

" " Nay, in the latest hour of that long night,
When blind and splint and bandage were withdrawn,
And he beheld again the blessed light,
His gentle nurse was gone.

" " But now he knows his angel, whence she came;
He traced her by this little band of gold,
His blessed talisman, it bears a name —
" Leona Leigh " — Behold!

" " You said, Leona — it is years agone —
But I remember every solemn word:
You said: " I can not give my hand to one
Whose lips revile my Lord." "

" Then, as our eyes grew dim with happy tears,
And gladsome waves went singing o'er the sands,
We pledged each other, all life's future years,
And once again clasped hands. "