Found___Not Too Late.Came forth one day, Only in this particular___ It was late in the day; For the locks of the bride and bridegroom Were streaked with gray. Their youth lay far behind them; Alone had tried The up-grades of life's mountain, This groom and bride. They now clasp hands together On the downhill side. Broadly the stupid wondered; Yet, still and calm, Sweet peace held close above them Her boughs of palm, And touched the wounds of old battles With healing balm. A year had passed. At nightfall I saw them stand At the door of a vine-wreathed cottage___ Hand held in hand___ While the tides of a crimson sunset O'erflowed the land. The crimson ebbed; the shadows Stole down the dell; With its peaceful benediction, The twilight fell, And the faint, sweet tone came floating Of a far-off bell. I listened, and heard a sentence With meaning great. The wife was whispering softly, "The perfect mate, After long years of waiting, Found___not too late." __Ellen P. Allerton |
Walls of Corn And Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
Pages 186-187
(Hiawatha, Kansas: The Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
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