Like two little doves in gray
On the boughs of a greenwood tree,
My two Quaker grandmothers sit
In my gay genealogy.
The Cavalier struts in my heart,
The Puritan tugs at my will,
But the Quaker faces say “Peace,”
And passion and...
Easy to drift to the open sea,
The tides are eager and swift and strong,
And whistling and free are the rushing winds,—
But O, to get back is hard and long.
Easy as told in Arabian tale,
To free from his jar the evil sprite
Till he rises like...
O God, I cannot walk the Way,—
The thorns, the thirst, the darkness,
And bleeding feet and aching heart!
I hear the songs and revels of the throng,—
They sneer upon my downcast face with scorn,—
Yet, O my God, I must and shall walk with Thee!
O...
