170 THREE EVENINGS IN A LIFE. But soothes the frightened Dora | What have these months brought Into a sobbing sleep. The poor weak child will need her: ... O, who can dare complain, When God sends a new Duty To comfort each new Pain! III. I. THE House is all deserted Slowly from room to room; And, pausing at each doorway, Seems gathering up again Within her heart the relics Of bygone joy and pain. II. There is an earnest longing More sad, more strong, more Those know it who look backward, And yearn for what has been. III. At every hearth she pauses, Touches each well-known chair; Gazes from every window, Alice |