Image 2 of The Louisiana cotton-boll (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], Attakapas, La.), September 12, 1877, (French)
jm vit ha y ds Too toon Ihe sun lias dropp adown the west Too J the light has faded in the sky AfTrifchtcti I behold the summer day Sink wearily upon the hills to die I Info Thy presence Lord noir can 1 come Without one sheaf ol ripened golden wheat Up to Ihr face I dare not lift my own out bow it low beside Thy gracious feet For io Thou seest I have nothing brought ave these poor field floweis dying on thestem Dear Lord my Master sorrowful I kneel And hide my empty palms beneath Thy garment a hem Tîo dewy silence of the cool dark wood Enticed me to its leafy odorous rest A softvoiced brook laughed slylytwixt its banks Where violets and daisies thick were prest And when a birds wing stirred the heavy air And a soft thrill of notdropped from the sky I smiled and thought Jle blessed them by His words My Father hears the lost ones lonely cry TI ip present flipped from oftme as a dream f trod neat h Orient skies the Judean hills And saw as in the ages gone green fields And heard the sparrows sweet