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n the palms; and she will think of her father sitting there alone.--R. L. S.] Forth from her land to mine she goes, The island maid, the island rose, Light of heart and bright of face: The daughter of a double race. Her islands here, in Southern sun, Shall mourn their Kaiulani gone, And I, in her dear banyan shade, Look vainly for my little maid. But our Scots islands far away Shall glitter with unwonted day, And cast for once their tempests by To smile in Kaiulani's eye. _Honolulu_. XXXI--TO MOTHER MARYANNE To see the infinite pity of this place, The mangled limb, the devastated face, The innocent sufferer smiling at the rod-- A fool were tempted to deny his God. He sees, he shrinks. But if he gaze again, Lo, beauty springing from the breast of pain! He marks the sisters on the mournful shores; And even a fool is silent and adores. _Guest House_, _Kalawao_, _Molokai_. XXXII--IN MEMORIAM E. H. I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare, I knew a queen of toil with a crown of silver hair. Garland of valour and sorrow, of beauty and renown, Life, that honours the brave, crowned her himself with the crown. The beauties of youth are frail, but this was a jewel of age. Life, that delights in the brave, gave it himself for a gage. Fair was the crown to behold, and beauty its poorest part-- At once the scar of the wound and the order pinned on the heart. The beauties of man are frail, and the silver lies in the dust, And the queen that we call to mind sleeps with the brave and the just; Sleeps with the weary at length; but, honoured and ever fair, Shines in the eye of the mind the crown of the silver hair. _Honolulu_. XXXIII--TO MY WIFE (_A Fragment_) Long must elapse ere you behold again Green forest frame the entry of the lane-- The wild lane with the bramble and the brier, The year-old cart-tracks perfect in the mire, The wayside smoke, perchance, the dwarfish huts, And ramblers' donkey drinking from the ruts:-- Long ere you trace how deviously it leads, Back from man's chimneys and the bleating meads To the woodland shadow, to the sylvan hush, When but the brooklet chuckles in the brush-- Back from the sun and bustle of the vale To where the great voice of the nightingale Fills all the forest like a single room, An
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