The Little Fair Soul

A litlle fair soul 1 1 1 :x t kncw not sin, Looked over the edge of Parad ise, as vi one strlvlng to come In, Wlth fear ai:cl tumult n liis oyes. " O, brother, is it yon ?" he crted, Yout face Is a breatb Dram home, Why do yon stay so long outslflef I mu athirst Cor yon to come. Tell me, firat, lrow your raotber íares. And (lid slie v, eep too inucli for me '!" " Whtte are ltcr cheeks ani .vhitclicr liairs, Bat Dot ír-o:: gentío teara fot thee I" " Tell me, where are our sisters gono." " Alus ! I left thena weary and wau." " A ml U'll me, is the baby grown f " Alas ! .lie wil! soon be a man. "Cannot tou break the gatherlng clays, And let tlie llght o(' death come through. Ere lii ini Btnmble through the maze, Cro8ed safely by so few, bo fewí Por like : oioud ofioli the sea, 'I'hat darkena lili yon flnd no nhorc, So was the lace ot' Lile to me, Until [ stinU forevermore. A.nd llke au anny In thc snow My claya wen past, i treacherous train, Eac.il slleni when be struck liis blow, Uutil I lay among the Blaln I" " O, brothcr, there was a path so clear !" " It might foe, but - I nevcr sought." rotlier, Diere was a sword so ncar !" "It mlght be, but I oever fought." " The pite is last : the irate is rast ! I canuot move the mighty welght," " Yot sweep this needless gloom aside, For yoo are come lo the gate at last." Thcn in despair tli.it soul replied, "I canuot find the golden I;y, But hos;s o!1 heaven aroond us walt, Am] none luis ever sald No to me. Eind Saint, put by Uiy palm and Scroll, And come Dodo the door lor me." 11 Best thee still" Jhu llttle fair soul, It is uot minero keep the key." " Bweet angel, strike these doors apart, The outer air is dark and cold." " Rest thee stil] , tliou littlc pure heart, Not for niy word will they unfold." Up .iii the shlnlng heights he prayed Por that poor Öhadow in the oold : Still ciime the words, " Iot ours to ald ! e ciinnot make the doors nnfold I" Bul tbat j'iisjr Bhadow stil) outside, Wrong all the sacred air witli pain, And all the soals went ap and crled Where never cry was beard 'n vain. Nö t'vcs beheld the pltylng I The answer none might undi rstand, J!m rtlmly througb the slleut space We see the stretching of a hand.