THE TWO GUESTS
by: Mary Elizabeth Blake
- UTSIDE December's frozen gates
- A blithe new-comer stands and waits;
- While one, with gray beard on his chin,
- Sits robed in pilgrim garb within.
- One bright with hope and life's fresh grace,
- With youth's glad sunshine on his face;
- One grave and sad with sombre air,
- Which knows the weight of grief and care.
- One sadly waits, till time shall spell
- The message of his mute farewell;
- The other, friendly heart and hand
- Shall hail with welcome through the land.
- * * *
- O Parting Guest! Pause yet awhile
- And teach thy pallid lips to smile,
- For half the New Year's shining grace
- Should deck thy form and light thy face;
- Within his golden summer hours,
- Thy seed will bloom in fruit and flowers,
- And half his glow of life will shine
- Lit by the soul and strength of thine.
- O Coming Guest! Upon thy face
- Let tender sadness find a place;
- For half the old year's weight of care
- Will cloud thy brow and blanch thy hair;
- The grief that crushed his broken will
- Must cloud thy heaven of gladness still,
- And every pang his soul hath known,
- Will flash through time to pierce thine own.
- * * *
- Fade with thy freight of memories fond
- O Year! to seek the land beyond.
- Rise from thy newer realm of bliss
- O Year! and bring fresh hopes to this!
- While we send up from thankful breasts
- God speed and love to both our guests.
MORE POEMS BY MARY ELIZABETH BLAKE
|"The Two Guests" is reprinted from Poems. Mary Elizabeth Blake. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1891.