Juliana Horatia Ewing And Her Books by Horatia K. F. Eden
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Open to sunrise and the birds!
The task was thine to mould and fashion Life's plastic newness into grace; To make the boyish heart heroic, And light with thought the maiden's face. * * * * * O friend! if thought and sense avail not To know thee henceforth as thou art, That all is well with thee forever, I trust the instincts of my heart. Thine be the quiet habitations, Thine the green pastures, blossom sown, And smiles of saintly recognition, As sweet and tender as thy own. Thou com'st not from the hush and shadow To meet us, but to thee we come; With thee we never can be strangers, And where thou art must still be home. "_A Memorial_."--JOHN G. WHITTIER. JULIANA HORATIA EWING |
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