The poems of Mary HowittHowitt, Mary (Mary Botham)
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The poems of Mary Howitt
Howitt, Mary (Mary Botham)
English poetry -- 19th century
And then he told how he had knelt
Where’er our LORD had pray’d;
How he had in the Garden been,
And the tomb where he was laid;--
And then he turned unto the book,
And read, in English plain,
How CHRIST had died on Calvary;
How he had risen again;
And all his comfortable words,
His deeds of mercy all,
He read, and of the widow’s mite,
And the poor prodigal.
As water to the parched soil,
As to the hungry, bread,
So fell upon the woodman’s soul
Each word the pilgrim read.
Thus through the midnight did they read,
Until the dawn of day;
And then came in the woodman’s son
To fetch the book away.
All quick and troubled was his speech,
His face was pale with dread,
For he said, “The King hath made a law
That the book must not be read,--
For it was such a fearful heresy,
The holy Abbot said.”
THE END.
Transcriber’s Notes
Obvious punctuation mistakes have been corrected.
Page 10: “better caculated” changed to “better calculated”
Page 42: “ice-montains” changed to “ice-mountains”
Page 71: “hung a peice” changed to “hung a piece”
Page 129: “trees were” changed to “trees where”
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