Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By A Palace of Dreams, and Other Verse (1901). II. The Morning StarAda Bartrick Baker (1854 )
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Of shifting dreams and doubts and sighs,
An angel leans, with burning eyes
And wings like flames of fire up-curl’d.
Whereby those mystic lamps, the seven,
Light up the golden courts of heaven;
Truth is his voice and Love his name.
Of half-held creeds that clash and jar,
He glows, a bright unfalt’ring star,
The herald of the coming morn.
When the clear beams within his eyes
Shall burn to dust each house of lies
Where fetter’d feet so long have trod:
Rise up like curses, night and day,
To call down vengeance on the clay
That treads its fellow-clay to dust:
Smites fear into the trembling breast
That else had dared to lie at rest
On the great loving Heart of God:
Through mists of vain and wordy strife.
To enter at the gates of life
And hear the Voice Eternal speak.
From formless darkness light had birth,
And all the beauty of the earth,
And all the glory of the sea.
Then shall the Morning Star arise
And scatter far the night of lies,
And love and truth bring forth the day.