Quatrains 15
For Hope is like the winds that lightly blow
Out of the lingering sunset's golden bar,
Lifting the woodland's wealth of leaves to show
The shining wonder of the evening star.
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Quatrains 5
Nothing is judged according to its size,—
Between the great, the small, Love sets no bar,
And in the violet's purple incense lies
All the immortal wonder of a star.
Truth
A breath of beauty blown through Spring's green bowers,
The glory of a rainbow in the spray,
The first ethereal rose when waking day
Smiles through a fragrant mist of dreaming flowers;
Or in the west, the visioned ivory towers
Seen but a moment as clouds drift away,
A gleam of water where the willows sway,
A far-off song between warm summer showers.
A leaping flame upon blue midnight hills,
A star that trembles in a vapory veil,
A flash of gold-lined wings, — so pure, so high
Is Truth; so rarely seen, a swift glance fills
The soul with radiance, as when the frail
New moon's white shadow lights a fading sky.
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