EPILOGUE.

123

TO THE EVENING STAR.

Yes, and you come, you come. Soft piercing through

The luminous fair pallor of the west;

Budded in light and blooming manifest

As that first lily of the field may do;

Unshaken by the winds, that all for you

Have made the pathway ready, loveliest,

You come, you look upon us, shining Guest

Of glories that the world is blind unto!

All hail, from us who work no more, but wait:

From the worn furrows darkened after toil,

And from the Sea; and from all eyes that are.

Hallow our upward looks, and consecrate

These thankful offered savors of the soil

With the one lovingkindness of a Star.

124

TO HER BOOK.

I kiss you once for luck,

That you may feel no care.

I kiss you thrice for love

That you must spend and share.

Go now, and wheresoe’er

A heart shall take you in,

It is your very kin:

Make music there.

The Riverside Press

CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS

U · S · A

Josephine Preston Peabody

(Mrs. Lionel Marks)

THE WOLF OF GUBBIO: A Comedy in Three Acts.

THE SINGING MAN.

THE PIPER.

THE BOOK OF THE LITTLE PAST. Illustrated in color.

THE SINGING LEAVES.

MARLOWE: A DRAMA.

FORTUNE AND MEN’S EYES.

OLD GREEK FOLK STORIES.

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY

Boston and New York

TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES

Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.