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O child! dear child! Then let me soar and sing!
— Edmund Clarence Stedman
O child! dear child! Then let me soar and sing!
O, our feeble tests of greatness! Look for one so calm of soul Hearts of patience to unravel this, — the worth of common deeds.
The year of jubilee has come; The corn, the wine, and all the harvest-home.
I dare aver On the scroll of twice three thousand years.
At last the god cometh! Hark! it is the god!
I loved: and in the morning sky, A magic castle upward grew!
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Whither, O whither, who can tell!
Hopeless of all he dared to hope so long, Full-freighted with a yearning all in vain.
Where's he that died o' yesterday? A thousand years ago.
Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land, (Or was it I?) the year I met with Rose.
Give me to die unwitting of the day,And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!
