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. 1903 Excerpt: ...her white face had such a smile of peace, They saw she never heard the music cease; And weeping Sisters laid her in her tomb, Crowned with a wreath of perfumed hawthorn bloom. And thus the Legend ended. It may be Something is hidden in the mystery, Besides the lesson of God's pardon shown, Never enough believed, or ...
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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. 1903 Excerpt: ...her white face had such a smile of peace, They saw she never heard the music cease; And weeping Sisters laid her in her tomb, Crowned with a wreath of perfumed hawthorn bloom. And thus the Legend ended. It may be Something is hidden in the mystery, Besides the lesson of God's pardon shown, Never enough believed, or asked, or known. Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was. And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret. But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late: No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been. Since Good, though only thought, has life and breath, God's life--can always be redeemed from death; And evil, in its nature, is decay, And any hour can blot it all away; The hopes that lost in some far distance seem, May be the truer life, and this the dream. ENVY. He was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his face. I fought for years; with no effort He conquered the place: We ran; my feet were all bleeding, But he won the race. Spite of his many successes, Men loved him the same; My one pale ray of good fortune Met scoffing and blame. When we erred, they gave him pity, But me--only shame. My home was still in the shadow, His lay in the sun: I longed in vain: what he asked for It straightway was done. Once I staked all my heart's treasure, We played--and he won. Yes, and just now I have seen him, Cold, smiling, and blest, Laid in his coffin. God help me! While he is at rest, I am cursed still to live: --even Death loved him the best. OVER THE MOUNTAIN. Like dreary prison walls The s...
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