The New England magazine . Out from the blackness of midnight, pulsed by thy passionate prayer,Forth from the shadows of doubting, forth from the deep of despair,Hearst not a voice from the stillness? O Love, I am there, I am there! Close to thy soul torn with grieving, thrilled to the cry of its woe, Press I by might of my loving, strive earthly bars to oerthrow, Open my arms to receive thee — Oh, fond heart, this canst thou not know ? Down with the doubt that would stay thee; down with the shadowy fearYearning to prison thy spirit; hearken, for nearer, more clear,Comethjmy voice from the sti
The New England magazine . Out from the blackness of midnight, pulsed by thy passionate prayer,Forth from the shadows of doubting, forth from the deep of despair,Hearst not a voice from the stillness? O Love, I am there, I am there! Close to thy soul torn with grieving, thrilled to the cry of its woe, Press I by might of my loving, strive earthly bars to oerthrow, Open my arms to receive thee — Oh, fond heart, this canst thou not know ? Down with the doubt that would stay thee; down with the shadowy fearYearning to prison thy spirit; hearken, for nearer, more clear,Comethjmy voice from the stillness! O Love, I am here, I am here! ALCHEMY By ISABELLA HOWE FISKE Heat ye your crucibles many-fold And forge ye your wonder of silver or gold, Yet not for your toil shall your dreams be true, And a child and the ages shall laugh at you. There are moments that cripple and moments that cheer Was it God or man that devised the year? — An arc hath share in the circles whole, And a mote in the sunbeam pointeth the Concerning Home and School
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