Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn Poems

The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
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Thanks to St. Matthew, who had been
At mass-meetings in Palestine,
We knew whose side was spoken for
When Comrade Jesus had the floor.
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By orange grove and palm-tree, we walked the southern shore,
Each day more still and golden than was the day before.
That calm and languid sunshine! How faint it made us grow
To look on Hemlock Mountain when the storm hangs low!
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I saw a sickly cellar plant
Droop on its feeble stem, for want
Of sun and wind and rain and dew —
Of freedom! — Then a man came through
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She follows the children out to play,
And calls and clutches when they stray
The hideous, nameless house too near,
Or in the bright saloon would peer.
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In the still cold before the sun
(Her Matins) Her brothers and her sisters small
She woke, and washed and dressed each one.
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A flash of hail and snow
Drives through the mountains gray
And sweeps the plain below,
And beats the fragile windflower down;
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