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Louise Smith
Herbert broke our engagement of eigth years When Annabelle returned to the village From the Seminary, ah me! If I had let my love for him alone Lt might have grown into a beautiful sorrow - Who knows? — filling my life with healing fragrance But I tortured it, I poisoned it, I blinded its eyes, and it became hatred — Deadly ivy instead of clematis. And my soul fell from its support, Its tendrils tangled in decay. Do not let the will play gardener to your soul Unless you are sure Lt is wiser than your soul’s nature.
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There's plenty in the world
There's plenty in the world that doth not die, And much that lives to perish, That rises and then falls, buds but to wither; The season's sun, though he should know his setting Up to the second of the dark coming, Death sights and sees with great misgiving A rib of cancer on the fluid sky. But we, shut in the houses of the brain, Brood on each hothouse plant Spewing its sapless leaves around, And watch the hand of time unceasingly Ticking the world away, Shut in the madhouse call for cool air to breathe. There's plenty that doth die; Time cannot heal nor resurrect; And yet, mad with young blood or stained with age, We still are loth to part with what remains, Feeling the wind abaut our heads that does not cool, And on our lips the dry mouth of the rain.
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To F S S. O D
Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise, And love- a simple duty.
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Urbs Sacra Aeterna
ROME! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many an age's span: Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen, Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen; And now upon thy walls the breezes fan (Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!) The hated flag of red and white and green.
When was thy glory! when in search for power Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun, And the wild nations trembled at thy rod? Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
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