Petrea had no arms to fold her, When she saw the morning breaking, Oft she stood in wrapt devotion, Heart of grace, and praise, had she, And she whispered to the ocean, "God's great thought art thou to me." Petrea saw an inner beauty, Creed, nor any faith, had she, But she whispered, "I've a duty, Though all earth refuseth me.” Light and love possessed her being, Petrea wandered, deeply thinking, Petrea saw all space dissever, Height, nor depth, nor breadth, knew she, And she whispered, "God is ever Thus she wandered, good and lowly, Home, nor earthly love, had she; Ever praying, "God is holy, And His presence guideth me.” THE GRECIAN MAIDEN. WHERE the yellow sunlight sleepeth Of the dashing breakers, lyeth There my glad young brother playeth Underneath the sheltering eaves; There my gentle sister strayeth, Shadowed by the clustering leaves; There my mother sits and numbers Heavily each weary day; Weeping, e'en amid her slumbers, For her loved one far away. O, how happy was my childhood, In that fair Ionian Isle, Dell and shore and bowery wildwood Heaven to me was in their smile; But one fatal summer morning, Watching how the glorious dawning Gilded the Egean flood, |