Excerpt from London Lyrics

To C. C. L.

I pause upon the threshold, Charlotte dear,

To write thy name; so may my book acquire

One golden leaf. For Some yet sojourn here

Who come and go in homeliest attire,

Unknown, or only by the few who see

The cross they bear, the good that they have wrought:

Of such art thou, and I have found in thee

The love and truth that He, the Master, taught;

Thou likest thy humble poet, canst thou say

With truth, dear Charlotte? - "And I like his lay."

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