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over's rapture knew; For you once were fair, 'tis said, Early wooed and early wed, And your husband long ago Died in old Menaggio. Children? Aye, but not one cares How the poor old mother fares! You must struggle on alone; They have children of their own, And for them, devoid of shame, All your scanty earnings claim! Can you walk? Then go you must, Plodding on through rain and dust, Summer heat and winter's snow To and from Menaggio! Christmas Eve! Through glistening green Gleams a merry, festive scene; Trees, with candles burning bright, Wake in children's hearts delight. Where such peace and comfort reign, None observes the window-pane, Where your wan face sadly peers Through a mist of falling tears At a joy you never know, Carrier from Menaggio! Much that makes those children gay You have brought them day by day, Thankful that you thus could earn Wood to make your hearthstone burn. Not for you such food and light, Clothing warm and candles bright! You are grateful, if you gain Bread to stifle hunger's pain. Ah! it was not always so In old-time Menaggio! * * * * * She has turned to climb the hill. Stay! why lies she there so still? Have her old limbs failed at last In the chilling wintry blast? Since for threescore years and ten She has done the work of men, 'Tis not strange that she should fall Weak and helpless by the wall, Nevermore to come and go To and from Menaggio. Gently lift her old gray head! Bear her homeward! She is dead. Fallen, like a faithful horse At the limit of its course; Fallen on the stony road, Uncomplaining, 'neath her load; And the heart within her breast For the first time finds its rest,-- Rest that it could never know Coming from Menaggio! Sound again, O Christmas bells! "Peace on Earth" your song foretells. It has come, in truth, to one Whose long pilgrimage is done. Merciful her quick release, Blessed her eternal peace! Yet I know that, day by day, As she no more comes my way, I shall miss her, as I go To and from Menaggio. EVENING ON LAKE COMO Beside my garden's ivied wall, Enwreathed in vines of gold and green, I stand, as evening shadows fall, And marvel at the matchless scene, While wavelets make, with rhythmic beat, Perpetual music at my feet. The year grows old,--yet on the breeze Still floats the perfume of the rose; Still gleams the gold of orange trees, Regardless of the Alpine snows;
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