TO PERSIS
I
CHILD --- forgive me if I call thee child ---
The weight of my mortality in years,
I reckon not, but tribulations wild,
With stormy battle, stress of life and fears.
I see thee once again athwart the mist
Of Time, and past the wane of many moons
Not changed, with still a change --- the same, I wist,
Yet not --- as purest daylight's change from noon.
II
I then beheld thee with thy tresses rolled
In darkling curls and masses long adown:
A child thou wert, in maiden's youthful mould,
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To see thee changed, ah! 'tis a sign of Time's
Unending, ceaseless march. You come again
With those thick dusky masses coiled betimes
And coifed around thy head in plait and chain.
III
'Tis but a trifling change --- a petty pace,
But fraught with all the force of Yet To Be:
For to mine eyes thy simple act of grace
Is one step onward, whither no one can see ---
A little further to the Great Unknown
By ways where Life's Periodics plants her rood
The Living Progress landmarks all alone,
Soon passed: --- thou reachest on to Womanhood!
IV
Fair --- God grant that it be fair --- thy world!
With influence of Goodness shed around.
Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl
With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound!
Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud!
But all my pent-up wrath I pour on Spite.
It is enough! Forgive these murmurings loud
Against the Powers and Majesties of Night.
L'ENVOI
Good child, you will again depart --- Fates weave their spell,
All hail! God-speed! May God be with you! and --- Farewell!
D. HAMISH JENKINS.
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