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• Faith's Vista

  When from the vaulted wonder of the sky
  The curtain of the light is drawn aside,
  And I behold the stars in all their wide …

  Henry Abbey

• The Death of Grant

  Father! whose hard and cruel law
  Is part of thy compassion’s plan,
  Thy works presumptuously we scan …

  Ambrose Bierce

• Another Way

  I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
  And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
  “May God be merciful.” She spoke my name, …

  Ambrose Bierce

• Montefiore

  I saw—’t was in a dream, the other night—
  A man whose hair with age was thin and white;
  One hundred years had bettered by his birth, …

  Ambrose Bierce

• Presentiment

  With saintly grace and reverent tread
  She walked among the graves with me;
  Her every footfall seemed to be …

  Ambrose Bierce

• Creation

  God dreamed—the suns sprang flaming into place,
  And sailing worlds with many a venturous race.
  He woke—His smile alone illumined space.

  Ambrose Bierce

• T - A. H. by Ambrose Bierce

  Yes, he was that, or that, as you prefer,—
  Did so and so, though, faith, it was n’t all;
  Lived like a fool, or a philosopher, …

• The Royal Mummy to Bohemia

  Wherefore these revels that my dull eyes greet?
  These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet;
  The harpers, harping vainly at my ears …

  Charles Warren Stoddard

• Wind and Wave

  o, when I hear at sea
  The water on our lee,
  I fancy that I hear the wind …

  Charles Warren Stoddard

• Albatross

  Time cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale
  Batter the network of thy feathered mail,
  Lone sentry of the deep! …

  Charles Warren Stoddard

• The Cocoa-Tree

  Cast on the water by a careless hand,
  Day after day the winds persuaded me:
  Onward I drifted till a coral tree …

  Charles Warren Stoddard

• Vanquished

  I
  not by the ball or brand
  Sped by a mortal hand, …

  Francis Fisher Browne

• Under the Blue

  The skies are low, the winds are slow,
  The woods are filled with autumn glory;
  The mists are still on field and hill, …

  Francis Fisher Browne

• Santa Barbara

  Between the mountains and the sea,
  Walled by the rock, fringed by the foam,
  A valley stretches fair and free …

  Francis Fisher Browne

• The Wind-Swept Wheat

  Faint, faint and clear,
  Faint as the music that in dreams we hear
  Shaking the curtain-fold of sleep, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• Faith Trembling

  Were i a happy bird,
  Building my little nest each early spring,
  It might be easy then to keep God’s word, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• The Spinner

  The spinner twisted her slender thread
  As she sat and spun:
  “The earth and the heavens are mine,” she said, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• When the Most Is Said

  What ’s love, when the most is said? The flash of the lightning fleet,
  Then, darkness that shrouds the soul,—but the earth is firm to my feet;
  The rocks and the tides endure, the grasses and herbs return, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• Poet and Lark

  When leaves turn outward to the light,
  And all the roads are fringed with green,
  When larks are pouring, high, unseen, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

• A Breath

  A breath can fan love’s flame to burning,—
  Make firm resolve of trembling doubt.
  But, strange! at fickle fancy’s turning, …

  Mary Ainge De Vere

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