. A poet's cabinet, being passages, mainly poetical . books could give,But in myself a sense of others wants,—For in my heart a wondrous wealth of love;Ay, wealth it was; though, like the ore in mines,It only proved that that which lived had though my life, complete with her alone,Seemd always rent? a weight of broken quartzThat only gleamd where it had fracturd been?That weight was wealth that sparkled back to greetEach glance of sunshine. Ideals Made Real, lxv. BEREAVEMENT, LOSS OF A CHILD (see CHILD) How sad when the one we had led by the handWho had looked to us for every demandO
. A poet's cabinet, being passages, mainly poetical . books could give,But in myself a sense of others wants,—For in my heart a wondrous wealth of love;Ay, wealth it was; though, like the ore in mines,It only proved that that which lived had though my life, complete with her alone,Seemd always rent? a weight of broken quartzThat only gleamd where it had fracturd been?That weight was wealth that sparkled back to greetEach glance of sunshine. Ideals Made Real, lxv. BEREAVEMENT, LOSS OF A CHILD (see CHILD) How sad when the one we had led by the handWho had looked to us for every demandOf body or soul has gone to the grave,And we must live, not die as we crave,But watch him pass to the sunless gloomBeyond that mile-stone mark of the tomb,And, led by those whom never he knew,Go journeying on the darkness through,As, all alone, He makes his questFor a home to ownIn the land of the best. Love and Life, xlvi. bias (see prejudice)Help on no ways nor words that extolThe vise of a bias that binds the soul;No rank held up by holding down. Caused that our schools head,Already nodding oer his noonday pipe,Should catch at severd dreams with one nod more,And so consent to our dreams. See page q8. SELECTED QUOTATIONS 33 True worth as an underling stript of his crown; No cause with a lie For a party-cryTo catch the low or to court the high; No life with a creed That ends all the needOf knowing or growing in thought or deed.—Weigh well their worth; true dawnings of lightCan abide your waiting and grow more not, you prove the trend of my thoughtYour soul is a slave to be sold and bought. Whatever the Mission of Life may be. bigotry {see charity and modern).... Eyes, they say, Made free to roam round all the world of thought Find views too strange .... To those not free to roam?— Who envy what they cannot see themselves?.... They say such hate what does not aid Aid whose, and what?—their own?—and are they sureThey do not make their own selv
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