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: ...The dear home letter she meant to write. But yet, ah, yet were the waves of air Not stirred by her tender, wordless prayer? And did not her loving heart, full fain, Send out its cry to her own, and pain Of longing bring in a subtle way A pleasure deep in the waning day, When somehow she felt that an ...
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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: ...The dear home letter she meant to write. But yet, ah, yet were the waves of air Not stirred by her tender, wordless prayer? And did not her loving heart, full fain, Send out its cry to her own, and pain Of longing bring in a subtle way A pleasure deep in the waning day, When somehow she felt that an answer bright Had come to the letter she could not write? THE UNRETURNING Earth, knowing not eld, in thy youth all divine, Though the ages unceasing are evermore thine, Once more be birth-thrilled, until forth from thy womb Throng the myriad forms of the world's waking bloom. For the sweet of the year, great Earth-mother, is here, And, lo! on the uplands the flowers appear, And blithe is the wing, and the song it is, glad, And our yearning hearts only are heavy and sad. Earth, mother undying, thy tender arms keep So safe in thy bosom the dear things asleep, So strong is thy pulse-beat to bid them again Know battle and conquest, and hunger and pain. The insistence of growth, the fair crown of the leaf, The fruit in its ripeness, the rich bending sheaf--Earth, this thou canst do, yet our dearer loves go, And return not again from their beds hollowed low. Our hearts are nigh breaking with bliss and with dole; In the midst of the rapture, how lonely the soul! Comes the bird to the green bough, the bud to the tree, But not from the dark come my darlings to me. THANKSGIVING What time the latest flower hath bloomed, The latest bird hath southward flown; When silence weaves o'er garnered sheaves Sweet idyls in our northern zone; When scattered children rest beside The hearth, and hold the mother's hand, Then rolls Thanksgiving's ample tide Of fervent praise across the land. And though the autumn stillness broods Where spring was glad with song and...
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Very Good. First edition. Illustrated with a frontispiece by Frank D. Small and three other plates. Green cloth stamped in silver. Armorial bookplate on front pastedown ("D. Stuart Dodge"), a few pages lightly foxed, covers a bit rubbed with few spots of light soiling, very good. A collection of poetry that previously appeared in several publications.
