BLACK CAT POEMS
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Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Gone are the changing shadows of the gloaming,
Lost the weird fascination of their spell;
My thoughts like twilight truants idly roaming
Turn sadly homeward, loath to say farewell.
Darkness has veiled the landscape from my vision
But Fancy chooses shadows for her art,
She wreathes the stilly
in flowers Elysian
And strews the silent threshold of the heart.
She comes and gathers up the heartaches olden
And flings them out upon the wandering breeze,
She scatters Hope's bright buds but half unfolden
Where grew the briers of Fate's austere decrees.
She tunes the rusting lyres of
And times them to the twinkling of the stars,
She covers up life's page of hard, plain duty
With glory like the sunset's lustrous bars.
All o'er our happy land fond hearts are breaking
And tears are bathing ruins, wrecks and blight,
Thousands of souls with awful guilt are quaking
And many a home is desolate tonight.
But over all a seraph spreads her pinions
Her graceful form is poised in breezeless air,
Her mission to all nations and dominions
To sprinkle holy balm on earth's despair;
So though so many hearts are bowed with sorrow
And Love is weeping o'er time's wreck and blight,
giveth promise of a bright tomorrow
And hovers o'er the world tonight.
poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman