Edmund Clarence Stedman

“O child! dear child! Then let me soar and sing!”

“O, our feeble tests of greatness! Look for one so calm of soul Hearts of patience to unravel this, — the worth of common deeds.”

“The year of jubilee has come; The corn, the wine, and all the harvest-home.”

“I dare aver On the scroll of twice three thousand years.”

“At last the god cometh! Hark! it is the god!”

“I loved: and in the morning sky, A magic castle upward grew!”

“Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Whither, O whither, who can tell!”

“Hopeless of all he dared to hope so long, Full-freighted with a yearning all in vain.”

“Where's he that died o' yesterday? A thousand years ago.”

“Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land, (Or was it I?) the year I met with Rose.”

“Give me to die unwitting of the day,And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!”