John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Harriet Prescott Spofford. (1835– ?) (continued) |
| 7811 |
| A place of dream, the Holy Land Hangs midway between earth and heaven. |
| The Holy Land. |
| 7812 |
| Beauty vanishes like a vapor, Preach the men of musty morals. |
| Evanescence. |
| Thomas Bailey Aldrich. (1836–1907) |
| 7813 |
| Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space— In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land— Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, agape, Shuddering in the gloaming light. “I know not,” said the second Shape, “I only died last night.” |
| Identity. |
| 7814 |
| So precious life is! Even to the old The hours are as a miser’s coins! |
| Broken Music. |
| 7815 |
| Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West; Portals that lead to an enchanted land… Here, it is written, Toil shall have its wage And Honor honor, and the humblest man Stand level with the highest in the law. Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed And with the vision brightening in their eyes Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword. O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well To leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast Fold Sorrow’s children, soothe the hurts of Fate, Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel Stay those who to thy sacred portals come To waste the gifts of Freedom. |
| Unguarded Gates. |