Along the Shore by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
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UNITY IN SPACE. Take me away into a storm of snow So white and soft, I feel no deathly chill, But listen to the murmuring overflow Of clouds that fall in many a frosty rill! Take me away into the sunset's glow, That holds a summer in a glorious bloom; Or take me to the shadowed woods that grow On the sky's mountains, in the evening gloom! Give me an entrance to the limpid lake When moonbeams shine across its purity! A life there is, within the life we take So commonly, for which 't were well to die. THE SHELL AND THE WORLD. The world was like a shell to me,-- Its voice with distant song was low; |
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