This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...like hosts of tiny gems, Scatter'd careless up and down their azure blue, Madonna lilies high on stately stems, Pure and white, in radiant clusters rose to view. Who at such a sight as this could but rejoice? What mighty power, what bright array was here! From all there seem'd to rise a common voice, With loving deeds, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...like hosts of tiny gems, Scatter'd careless up and down their azure blue, Madonna lilies high on stately stems, Pure and white, in radiant clusters rose to view. Who at such a sight as this could but rejoice? What mighty power, what bright array was here! From all there seem'd to rise a common voice, With loving deeds, like flowers, thy brother cheer. SONNETS'. WOMAN. THOU giv'st a joy to life," and we may trace In all around thee thy refining grace; If quick to feel, --more ready to forgive; Without thy presence, few would care to live; With all in nature that is fair and bright, As by an instinct, thou must e'er unite; The rose is thine adornment for an hour--Thou sheddest far more beauty on the flower. 'Tis thine to comfort pain and sore distress, Most thy true self, relieving wretchedness. The music and the poetry of life All come from thee, the healer blest of strife. Thy spirit, pure and fresh as mountain breath; Thy love, when once thou lovest, strong as death. How near at times thou seem'st to angels fair, When saint-like bending rapt in speechless prayer. And yet, and yet, --how weak thou art, and vain, How prone with waywardness the heart to pain; How, in a moment, all thy tender grace Shadows of pique and petulance deface! 1 THE UNFOBGOTTEN. WE name her not! A presence seen no more, Perchance for our dull souls too calm, too bright; As breaks a weary wave on ocean's shore, So with a sigh she parted from our sight. Treasur'd and hid: a pearl, too pure to tear From sorrow's chain, unstrung for vulgar gaze: A poetry for words too sweet and fair, A music deepest that in silence plays. For evermore a holier bond is ours, Now heaven as well as earth the heart endears. Within let memories hide like silent flowers, Shelter'd in woodland nook, when bat...
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