Science, the Iconoclast (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
From out the dark of death, before the gatesFlung wide, that open into paradise--More radiant than the white gates of ...
I touch but the things which are near; The heavens are too high for my reach: In shadow and symbol and creed, I ...
Out of the west a voice—a shudder of horror and pity; Quivers along the pulses of all the winds that blow;—Woe ...
I have been where the roses blow, Where the orange ripens its gold,And the mountains stand with their peaks of snow, To ...
I lift my spirit to your cloudy thrones, And feel it broaden to your vast expanse, Oh! mountains, so immeasurably old, Crowned with ...
It is the hither side, O Hope,And afternoon; our shadows slopeBackward along the mountain cope.The early morning was so sweet,We ...
Into the darkness and the deeps My thoughts have strayed, where silence dwells,Where the old world encrypted sleeps,— Myriads of forms, in ...
Sundown—and silence—and deep peace,—Night's benediction and release;—The tints of day die out and cease.This morn I heard the Sabbath bellsAcross ...
Cradled in ice, and swathed in snows, And shining like a Christmas rose,Wreathed round with white chrysanthemums; Heaven in his innocent, brave ...
A half a century of time, The mingled pain and blissThat make the history of life Between that day and this;Two lives ...
Above the roofs and chimney-tops, And through the slow November rain, A light from some far attic pane,Shines twinkling through the water-drops.Some ...
Moss-grown, and venerable it stands, From the way-side dust and noise aloof,And the great elms stretch their sheltering hands To bless its ...
The poet's song, and the bird's, And the waters' that chant as they runAnd the waves' that kiss the beach, And the ...
Oh, my blossom, my darling, whose dimpled hands are cold!Oh, my baby, my treasure, laid under the green mould!Earth pressed on ...
Be pitiful, oh God! the night is long, My soul is faint with watching for the light, And still the gloom and ...
Along the floors of heaven the music rolls,Fills the vast dome, and lifts our fainting souls:Praise God! Oh praise Him ...
A little white soul went up to God, Out of the mire of the city street;It grew like a flower in ...
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