Collection of Kansas Poetry

COMPILED BY
Miss Hattie Horner
 
                                                                                                                       

 ELLEN PATTON. 107

 
Angelo parleyed with his foe; alas, was almost Won; 
Before him lay a crucifix with image of God's Son; 
He gazed at it and sprang erect;' hi, hands were clenched 
    with pain; 
His pale, set lips were stained with blood; he hissed, "What, 
    back again !" 
 
A shape unseen by other eyes 'stood plainly out for him; 
The Devil tried a saintly smile; it turned to demon's grin. 
The suppliant waited, but the priest dropped by his chair to 
    pray; 
When he uprose his hair so dark was turned to ashen gray. 
 
He kissed the crucifix and spoke: "In peace, my daughter, 
    go; 
Baptised in Jesus crimson blood, your sins seem white as 
    snow." 
The rustle of her silken gown died out upon the:air; 
The priest had conquered, but the man lay fainting in his 
    chair. 
 
"And did he die?" I hear you ask. Ah, no, the verger came 
With holy water bathed his brow, the breath came back again; 
The aureole of whitened hair forevermore would be 
A signal from the heights of pain__a badge of victory,
 
He saw his Eve and was unmoved; she looked at him with 
    awe; 
The people talked among themselves and wondered what he 
    saw 
That bleached his hair in one short night, and touched his 
    human face 
With such a holy, raptured look__almost a saint-like grace.  
 
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