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Page 105 - LITTLE masters, hat in hand Let me in your presence stand, Till your silence solve for me This your threefold mystery. Tell me — for I long to know — How, in darkness there below, Was your fairy fabric spun, Spread and fashioned, three in one Did your gossips gold and blue, Sky and Sunshine, choose for you, Ere your triple forms were seen, Suited liveries of green ? Can ye, — if ye dwelt indeed Captives of a prison seed, — Like the Genie, once again Get you back into the grain ? Little masters,...
Page 54 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.
Page 24 - E'en this, Lord, didst Thou bless — This pain of sleeplessness — The livelong night, Urging God's gentlest angel from Thy side, That anguish only might with Thee abide Until the light. Yea, e'en the last and best. Thy victory and rest, Came thus to Thee ; For 'twas while others calmly slept around That Thou alone in sleeplessness wast found, To comfort me.
Page 113 - Ah, whence, in sylvan solitudes remote. Hast learned the lore That breeds delight in every echoing note The woodlands o'er; As when, through slanting sun, descends the quickening shower ? Thy hermitage is peopled with the dreams That gladden sleep; Here Fancy dallies with delirious themes Mid shadows deep, Till eyes unused to tears, with wild emotions weep. We rise, alas, to find our visions fled! But thine remain. Night weaves of golden harmonies the thread. And fills thy brain With joys that overflow...
Page 129 - My God has hid Himself from me Behind whatever else I see: Myself — the nearest mystery — As far beyond my grasp as He. And yet in darkest night I know While lives a doubt discerning glow, That larger lights above it throw These shadows in the vale below.
Page 22 - THE SISTERS THE waves forever move; The hills forever rest: Yet each the heavens approve, And Love alike hath blessed A Martha's household care, A Mary's cloistered prayer. ANONYMOUS ANONYMOUS — nor needs a name To tell the secret whence the flame, With light, and warmth, and incense, came A new creation to proclaim. So was it when, His labor done, God saw His work, and smiled thereon: His glory in the picture shone, But name upon the canvas, none.
Page 113 - The wooing air is jubilant with song. And blossoms swell As leaps thy liquid melody along The dusky dell, Where Silence, late supreme, foregoes her wonted spell. Ah, whence, in sylvan solitudes remote. Hast learned the lore That breeds delight in every echoing note. The woodlands o'er; As when, through slanting sun, descends the quickening shower?
Page 114 - ... themes Mid shadows deep, Till eyes unused to tears, with wild emotions weep. We rise, alas, to find our visions fled! But thine remain. Night weaves of golden harmonies the thread. And fills thy brain With joys that overflow in Love's awakening strain. Yet thou, from mortal influence apart, Seek'st naught of praise; The empty plaudits of the emptier heart Taint not thy lays: Thy Maker's smile alone thy tuneful bosom sways. Teach me, thou warbling eremite, to sing Thy rhapsody; Nor borne on vain...
Page 53 - THE sculptor in the marble found Her hidden from the world around, As in a donjon keep : With gentle hand he took away The coverlet that o'er her lay, But left her fast asleep. And still she slumbers ; e'en as he Who saw in far futurity What now before us lies, — The fairest vision that the stream Of night, subsiding, leaves agleam Beneath the noonday skies. INTERVIEW. I SAT with chill December Beside the evening fire.