The Mistress of the Manse eBook

Josiah Gilbert Holland
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 82 pages of information about The Mistress of the Manse.

The Mistress of the Manse eBook

Josiah Gilbert Holland
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 82 pages of information about The Mistress of the Manse.

  Turns with aversion from the breeze,
  And stretches all its stunted limbs
  Landward and heavenward, toward the trees
  That listen to a thousand hymns,
  And grow to grander destinies.

  Man may not live on whitest loaves,
  With all of coarser good dismissed;
  He pines and starves who never roves
  Beyond the holy eucharist,
  To gather of the fields and groves.

  And he who seeks to fill his heart
  With solace of a single friend,
  Will find refreshment but in part,
  Or, sadder still, will find the end
  Of all his reach of thought and art.

  They who love best need friendship most;
  Hearts only thrive on varied good;
  And he who gathers from a host
  Of friendly hearts his daily food,
  Is the best friend that we can boast.

  She left her husband with his friends;
  She called them round him at her board;
  And found their culture made amends
  For all the time that, from her hoard,
  She spared him for these nobler ends.

  He was her lover; that sufficed: 
  His home was in the Holy Place
  With that of the Beloved Christ;
  And friendship had no subtle grace
  By which his love could be enticed.

  Of all his friends, she was but one: 
  She held with them a common field. 
  Exclusive right, with love begun,
  Ended with love, and stood repealed,
  Leaving his friendship free to run

  Toward man or woman, all unmissed. 
  She knew she had no right to bind
  His friendship to her single wrist,
  So long as love was true and kind,
  And made her its monopolist,

  No time was grudged with jealous greed
  Which either books or friendship claimed. 
  He was her friend, and she had need
  Of all—­unhindered and unblamed
  That he could win, through word or deed.

  Her friend waxed great as grew the man;
  Her temple swelled as rose her priest—­
  With power to bless and right to ban—­
  And all who served him, most or least,—­
  From chorister and sacristan

  To those whose frankincense and myrrh
  Perfumed the sacred courts with alms,—­
  Were gracious ministers to her,
  Who found the largess in her palms,
  And him the friendly almoner.

LOVE’S CONSUMMATIONS.

  The summer passed, the autumn came;
  The world swung over toward the night;
  The forests robed themselves in flame,
  Then faded slowly into white;
  And set within a crystal frame

  Of frozen streams, the shaggy boles
  Of oak and elm, with leafless crowns,
  Were painted stark upon the knolls;
  And cots and villages and towns
  On virgin canvas glowed like coals

  In tawny-red, or strove in vain
  To shame the white in which they stood. 
  The fairest tint was but a stain
  Upon the snow, that quenched the wood,
  And paved the street, and draped the plain!

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