Morning Songs in the Night, Poems

Morning Songs in the Night, Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...from yon distant Shore of Shade Should come and say, "Long time thou here hast stayed, Away with me to-night!" And far beyond the sight Of men should waft me out upon the sea, --Oh! say, what would the written record be, If I should die to-night 1 No terror would affright, No quailing at the billows' ceaseless boom; No boding fear of boundless, rayless gloom, And chill and damp of night. But when the last warm light Of life, a burned-out candle's glow, Shines o'er the fleeted years, what would it show, If I should die to-night 1 Pale, tearful Sorrow's blight. As frost in June upon the tender flowers, Full oft descends to pierce these hearts of ours And turn our day to night; Then when all's still and white, From out his humble place will one draw near, And say I kissed away one bitter tear, If I should die to-night 1 The wide world seeketh light. The base, the false, the many long have curst And wanton hid, tho' faint their souls athirst, The well-springs from their sight; But would one pause to write That ever I hoar Age or ruddy Youth Did point to fountains of Eternal Truth, If I should die to-night 1 Now reigns the tyrant Might And crushes low the weak, for he is strong; With each succeeding sun red-handed Wrong Doth triumph over Right. But from the hate and spite, Would one faint voice in falt'ring accents speak, And say I once was strength unto the weak, If I should die to-night 1 Time doth each deed requite, For Sorrow's crown of thorns is vain regret; This we may wear, each thorn with tear-drops wet, As day gives place to night. I would that naught but light Of Love, of Truth, of Good may round me shine, No wasted hour reproach this heart of mine, If I should die to-night. WHEN THE REAPER COMES. When the Reaper comes to...
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  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236819128
  • 9781236819123