Miriam and Other PoemsJames R. Osgoode & Company, 1871 - 106 頁 |
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Agra Akbar angel avenger beneath blessing brave burden Champlain Sailed Charter Oak Christian coast-line common creed and rite deacon dear desert's dream dumb eyes face faith fear feet Freedom's GARIBALDI God's grave hands in darkness hareem hate hath heard heart Heaven henchman heresy hide hive holy hope horoscope hymns JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Jumna's wave land leagues light lingering lips look Lord marble Master mercy Miriam monarch moon Nauhaught night Norembega o'er pass paths Penobscot perchance pleasant poor praise Pray prayer prophet Quaker river Sabbath shadow shame shines silken purse sing smile song soul spake stars stood Stretched strife sweet sweeter tell thanksgiving thee things thou hast to-day tongue tread trees triumph truth Vedic verse vines voice wake walked wall wander watch weary wild wind woods words written scroll wrong zealot
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第 57 頁 - STILL sits the schoolhouse by the road, A ragged beggar sunning; Around it still the sumachs grow. And blackberry vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats. The jack-knife's carved initial; The charcoal frescoes on its wall; Its door's worn sill, betraying The feet that, creeping slow to school.
第 59 頁 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving. Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled; His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered; As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered. He saw her lift her eyes; he felt The soft hand's light caressing. And heard...
第 59 頁 - Because," — the brown eyes lower fell, — " Because you see, I love you ! " Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl ! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing ! He lives to learn, in life's hard school, How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her, — because they love him.
第 71 頁 - The airs of heaven blow o'er me ; A glory shines before me Of what mankind shall be, — Pure, generous, brave, and free. A dream of man and woman Diviner but still human, Solving the riddle old, Shaping the Age of Gold ! The love of God and neighbor ; An equal-handed labor ; The richer life, where beauty Walks hand in hand with duty. Ring, bells in unreared steeples, The joy of unborn peoples ! Sound, trumpets far off blown, Your triumph is my own ! Parcel and part of all, I keep the festival, Fore-reach...
第 17 頁 - Truth is one; And, in all lands beneath the sun, Whoso hath eyes to see may see The tokens of its unity. No scroll of creed its fulness wraps, We trace it not by school-boy maps, Free as the sun and air it is Of latitudes and boundaries. In Vedic...
第 18 頁 - We search the world for truth ; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From graven stone and written scroll. From all old flower-fields of the soul ; And, wearv seekers of the best, We come back laden from our quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read...
第 19 頁 - Is in the Book our mothers read, And all our treasure of old thought In His harmonious fulness wrought Who gathers in one sheaf complete The scattered blades of God's sown wheat, The common growth that maketh good His all-embracing Fatherhood. " Wherever through the ages rise The altars of self-sacrifice, Where love its arms has opened wide, Or man for man has calmly died, I see the same white wings outspread That hovered o'er the Master's head...
第 16 頁 - In Vedic verse, in dull Koran, Are messages of good to man ; The angels to our Aryan sires Talked by the earliest household fires • The prophets of the elder day, The slant-eyed sages...
第 69 頁 - Sweeter than any sung My songs that found no tongue ; Nobler than any fact My wish that failed of act. Others shall sing the song, Others shall right the wrong, — Finish what I begin, And all 1 fail of win. What matter, I or they ? Mine or another's day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made...
第 70 頁 - I begin, And all I fail of win. What matter, I or they ? Mine or another's day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made ? Hail to the coming singers ! Hail to the brave light-bringers ! Forward I reach and share All that they sing and dare. The airs of heaven blow o'er me ; A glory shines before me Of what mankind shall be, — Pure, generous, brave, and free. A dream of man and woman Diviner but still human, Solving the riddle old, Shaping the Age of Gold...