But evermore in the perfect blue
Of thy fragile petals' silken whorl,
The deep blue waves that thou bidst adieu,
Round a silvery boat of fancy curl;
And its glory sleeps in thy blossom heart,
For a fragment bright of the waves thou art.
Of thy fragile petals' silken whorl,
The deep blue waves that thou bidst adieu,
Round a silvery boat of fancy curl;
And its glory sleeps in thy blossom heart,
For a fragment bright of the waves thou art.
MISTAKEN VALUES
I read a life in a face, and guessed
That there's little reward when we give our best;
I saw a soul that had counted small,
Life's duty and love, and its glory—all;
That there's little reward when we give our best;
I saw a soul that had counted small,
Life's duty and love, and its glory—all;
And I said to myself, 'tis a strange disguise,
When the faithful are foolish, the selfish wise:
I looked to my soul, from values of earth,
To learn what was truly of supreme worth.
When the faithful are foolish, the selfish wise:
I looked to my soul, from values of earth,
To learn what was truly of supreme worth.
And I saw there cometh, not gratitude,
Nor gold, nor fame, but a higher good,
To unselfish lives; that unselfishness
By its very blessing, itself shall bless.
Nor gold, nor fame, but a higher good,
To unselfish lives; that unselfishness
By its very blessing, itself shall bless.
The soul that would on itself exist
Will wake to know it has something missed—
Something without which it starves and shrinks,
And feels its loss while of gain it thinks.
Will wake to know it has something missed—
Something without which it starves and shrinks,
And feels its loss while of gain it thinks.
Wait'st for heaven to reward thy worth?
Soul, thou art richer to-day, on earth;
For selfish glory and gain are small,
And duty and love and truth are all.
Soul, thou art richer to-day, on earth;
For selfish glory and gain are small,
And duty and love and truth are all.
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