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The Making of Man As the insect from the rock Takes the color of its wing; As the boulder from the shock Of the ocean’s rhythmic swing Makes itself a perfect form, Learns a calmer front to raise; As the shell, enamelled warm With the prism’s mystic... Poet: John White Chadwick	The Golden-Robin's Nest The golden-robin came to build his nest High in the elm-tree’s ever-nodding crest; All the long day, upon his task intent, Backward and forward busily he went, Gathering from far and near the tiny shreds That birdies weave for little birdies’ beds;... Poet: John White Chadwick	Recognition When souls that have put off their mortal gear Stand in the pure, sweet light of heaven’s day, And wondering deeply what to do or say, And trembling more with rapture than with fear, Desire some token of their friends most dear, Who there some time have... Poet: John White Chadwick	Starlight “look up,” she said; and all the heavens blazed With countless myriads of quiet stars, Whereon a moment silently he gazed, And drank that peace no trouble ever mars. Then looking down into her face upturned, Two other stars that did outshine the rest... Poet: John White Chadwick
The Rise of Man Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearned Through countless ages of the morning world, Who, first in fiery vapors dimly hurled, Next to the senseless crystal slowly turned, Then to the plant which grew to something more,— Humblest of creatures that... Poet: John White Chadwick	His Mother's Joy Little, i ween, did Mary guess, As on her arm her baby lay, What tides of joy would swell and beat, Through ages long, on Christmas day. And what if she had known it all,— The awful splendor of his fame? The inmost heart of all her joy... Poet: John White Chadwick	A Wedding-Song I said: “My heart, now let us sing a song For a fair lady on her wedding-day; Some solemn hymn or pretty roundelay, That shall be with her as she goes along To meet her joy, and for her happy feet Shall make a pleasant music, low and sweet.” ... Poet: John White Chadwick	The Two Waitings I. dear hearts, you were waiting a year ago For the glory to be revealed; You were wondering deeply, with bated breath, What treasure the days concealed. O, would it be this, or would it be that? Would it be girl or boy? Would it... Poet: John White Chadwick
The Rise of Man Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearned Through countless ages of the morning world, Who, first in fiery vapors dimly hurled, Next to the senseless crystal slowly turned, Then to the plant which grew to something more,— Humblest of creatures that... Poet: John White Chadwick	The Making of Man As the insect from the rock Takes the color of its wing; As the boulder from the shock Of the ocean’s rhythmic swing Makes itself a perfect form, Learns a calmer front to raise; As the shell, enamelled warm With the prism’s mystic... Poet: John White Chadwick