This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...her from the freshest springs." XVII. "You know," said Elbert's sister, soothingly, "Our soaring lark here bathes in every pool. So be not frighten'd off; her plumes but shake A sprinkling from the bath they had to-day." "Some please the world," said Edith; "I, myself, --My soul, I mean; nor long to clip that soul To ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...her from the freshest springs." XVII. "You know," said Elbert's sister, soothingly, "Our soaring lark here bathes in every pool. So be not frighten'd off; her plumes but shake A sprinkling from the bath they had to-day." "Some please the world," said Edith; "I, myself, --My soul, I mean; nor long to clip that soul To suit mere wordling's notions. Courting crowds, A soul lives crampt; but if one speak the truth, Crowds leave--good riddance!--space is clear'd for friends." "Clear'd verily!" her sister cried, " Long live These household pet gods of our modern homes, Like sprites to fright the stranger off! Now own The fear you felt. It would appease her so!" XVIII. To this rose no reply to Edith's lips. I mark'd, instead, the gentlest trembling there, Like ripples roused upon a tranquil sea That rise from deep, unseen disturbances. "They fail to read her rightly," thought I, then--You know no man can flinch it: woman's grief, If there be any manhood left in him, Will rouse his efforts to bespeak her peace--I found myself her soul's expositor To clear the channel of its overflow. "And when the thought is in one, when it springs, Why, then, not let it spring? The world is not So fill'd with thought that it can spare our own. And if we startle folks, jog off the guise Of their deceit, we spy them as they are. Between souls thus discover'd, Edith deems That love must flow; while friendship caught by craft Is lost by confidence. I think her right. Why not? We all when in our noblest moods Crave homage for our souls' nobility. But who know what our souls are in themselves, Save as our roles report us outwardly? Did not divine hands form us as we are? Who love us as we are, love higher thi...
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