Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
EveningWendell Phillips Garrison (18401907)
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Nor furrowed cheeks have made the thrall of Time;
For Spring lies hidden under Winter’s rime,
And violets know the victory is theirs.
Even so the corn of Egypt, unawares,
Proud Nilus shelters with engulfing slime;
So Etna’s hardening crust a more sublime
Volley of pent-up fires at last prepares.
O face yet fair, if paler, and serene
With sense of duty done without complaint!
O venerable crown!—a living green,
Strength to the weak, and courage to the faint—
Thy bleaching locks, thy wrinkles, have but been
Fresh beads upon the rosary of a saint.