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Pagina 61 - Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain ? Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Pagina 5 - ... because I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name: In you not fourscore years can dim the flame Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws Of time and change and mortal life and death. IN PRAISE OF LEAVES BY LILIAN SHUMAN DREYFUS, 1906 To MY MOTHER, HETTIE LANG SHUMAN Stumbling, we see the future as a cup Which she no longer stores with bread and wine, And where our human longing, yours and mine, Is all the incense we may offer up. A MOTHER'S...
Pagina 93 - THERE have I stood, and chastened by his name, With silence knelt — a shadow at a shrine; There have I given thanks, while breezes brine Murmured monotonies of youth and fame, Like votive anthems droned with soul aflame ! There have I wandered, while the memoried air Whispered of dreams evasive, sadly fair, Of crystal faith earth could not crush or tame. Surely within...