No one could tell me where my Soul might be.
I searched for God, but God eluded me.
I sought my Brother out, and found all three.
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The soul of the world is abroad to-night—
Not in yon silvery amalgam of moonbeam and ocean, nor in the pink heat-lightning tremulous on the horizon;
Not in the embrace of yonder pair of lovers either, heart beating to heart in the shadow of the fishing-smack drawn up on the beach.
All that—shall I call it illusion? Nay, but at best it is a pale reflection of the truth.... -
Amid the chapel’s chequered gloom
She laughed with Dora and with Flora,
And chattered in the lecture-room,—
That saucy little sophomora!
Yet while, as in her other schools,
She was a privileged transgressor,
She never broke the simple rules
Of one particular professor.But when he spoke of varied lore,...
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Sweet eyes by sorrow still unwet,
To you the world is radiant yet,
A palace-hall of splendid truth
Touched by the golden haze of youth,
Where hopes and joys are ever rife
Amid the mystery of life;
And seeking all to understand,
The world to you is Wonderland.I turn and watch with unshed tears
The furrowed track of ended... -
Sweet little maid with winsome eyes
That laugh all day through the tangled hair;
Gazing with baby looks so wise
Over the arm of the oaken chair,
Dearer than you is none to me,
Dearer than you there can be none;
Since in your laughing face I see
Eyes that tell of another one.Here where the firelight...
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after all,
One country, brethren! We must rise or fall
With the Supreme Republic. We must be
The makers of her immortality,—
Her freedom, fame,
Her glory or her shame:
Liegemen to God and fathers of the free!After all—
Hark! from the heights the clear, strong, clarion call
And the command imperious: “... -
De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top:
“Who—who—is—you-oo?”
En I say: “Good Lawd, hit’s des po ’me,
En I ain’t quite ready fer de Jasper Sea;
I ’m po’ en sinful, en you ’lowed I ’d be;
Oh, wait, good Lawd, ’twell ter-morror!”De gray owl sing fum de cypress tree:
“Who—who—is—you-oo?”
En I say: “Good Lawd, ef you look you ’ll... -
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
He halfway gallops among the graves—
A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam,
Content to dwell where the dead men dream,But wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.Over the shimmering slabs he goes—
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He did n’t know much music
When first he come along;
An’ all the birds went wonderin’
Why he did n’t sing a song.They primped their feathers in the sun,
An’ sung their sweetest notes;
An’ music jest come on the run
From all their purty throats!But still that bird was silent
In summer time an’ fall;
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A little way to walk with you, my own—
Only a little way,
Then one of us must weep and walk alone
Until God’s day.A little way! It is so sweet to live
Together, that I know
Life would not have one withered rose to give
If one of us should go.And if these lips should ever learn to smile,
With thy...