WALT WHITMAN
Exult, O shores! and sing, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
��JOHN RUSKIN 753 Trust Thou Thy Love
TRUST thou thy Love, if she be proud, is she not sweet ? Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure^ Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet; Fail, Sun and Breath! yet, for thy peace, She shall endure.
��EBENEZER JONES 754 When the World is burning
rHEN the world is burning, Fired within, yet turning Round with face unscathed; Ere fierce flames, uprubhing, O'er all lands leap, crushing,
Till earth fall, fire-swathed; Up amidst the meadows, Gently through the shadows,
Gentle flames will glide, Small, and blue, and golden. Though by bard beholden, When in calm dreams f olden,
Calm his dreams will bide.
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