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with the saints in heaven. And thousands come, The deaf and the dumb, To the tomb of our monarch here-- The sick and the blind Of every kind They throng to the holy bier. With heads all bare They breathe their prayer As they kneel on the flinty ground: God hears their sighs, And the sick men rise All whole, and healed, and sound. Then to Olaf pray, To spare thy day From wrath, and wrong, and harm; To save thy land From the spoiler's hand, And the fell invader's arm. God's man is he, To deal to thee What is ask'd in a lowly spirit-- Let thy prayer not cease, And wealth, and peace, And a blessing thou shalt inherit. For prayers are good, If before the rood Thy beads thou tellest praying; If thou tellest on, Forgetting none Of the saints who with God are staying. W. E. A. FOUR SONNETS BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. TWO SKETCHES. I. The shadow of her face upon the wall May take your memory to the perfect Greek; But when you front her, you would call the cheek Too full, sir, for your models, if withal That bloom it wears could leave you critical, And that smile reaching toward the rosy streak:-- For one who smiles so, has no need to speak, To lead your thoughts along, as steed to stall! A smile that turns the sunny side o' the heart On all the world, as if herself did win By what she lavished on an open mart:-- Let no man call the liberal sweetness, sin,-- While friends may whisper, as they stand apart, "Methinks there's still some warmer place within." II. Her azure eyes, dark lashes hold in fee: Her fair superfluous ringlets, without check, Drop after one another down her neck; As many to each cheek as you might see Green leaves to a wild rose! This sign, outwardly, And a like woman-covering seems to deck Her inner nature! For she will not fleck World's sunshine with a finger. Sympathy Must call her in Love's name! and then, I know, She rises up, and brightens, as she should, And lights her smile for comfort, and is slow In nothing of high-hearted fortitude. To smell this flower, come near it; such can grow In that sole garden where Ch
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