[from the (N. C) Sunday true Delta.]
"L"
by Milien Mayfield.
‘ What individuality.
What embodiment of self--
That little personal pronoun has
Above the unds of p
Its the stamp of man's Divinity,
The seal of higher life
Which the great Life-Giver gave, when He
Ordained this earthly mile.
the pledge that ye shall know me by,
When, free from flesh and sense;
My soul shall plume her p for
A sphere above pretence;
When naked, as on earth I came;
That soul shall be re b ,
And every secret spring revealed
That gave forth love or
Ye'll know me then, my friends, my foes,
Ye'll know me as I am--
How much of g to b in me.
How much of Wrong to d mn!--
Ye'll know what immolation
Of sordid sell I've nailed
Upon the cross — what promptings
Of earth life I've impaled.
And whether in a shining garb
Of white, I shall be robed--
Or serge and sack cloth bind the wounds
The man has deeply probed--
What matter!--If for weal or woe,
As lion or as lamb,
Earth sheltered me — in Heaven you'll know,
Aye, know me as I am!
’ Orleans, Dec. 18, 1861.
