America the Beautiful; And Other Poems
Anonymous
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, June 29, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...old, The sun, the moon, and the stars, The New Year waits at Time's high gates, And clashes the golden bars. And the soul of the world awakens and gropes In a twilight wonder of fears and hopes, As a new wave breaks on the beaten shores, As a new foot falls on the trodden floors, And a New Year stands with uplifted hands In the light of the opened doors. All uncrowned, with his hair unbound, His white hair loose on the wind, The Old Year goes to his long repose, But he casts his gifts behind. With glimmer of tears and flicker of smile, He takes his place in the pilgrim file Of the dim-eyed years who journey along, Shrilling us back a discordant song, That mingles and blends with the distance and ends In a harmony soft and strong. Long foretold, in the morning cold, With pain and music and mirth, The New Year gleams on the broken dreams Of the fast-revolving earth; A secret, a change, and a mystery, What hath not been and what is to be, Nourished and cherished and hidden away, Saved by Time for this ripening day, To work a deed forever decreed And a mission it must obey. All unknown, it is thou alone Who canst tell thine errand aright,--A whispered thought when the world was not, And a sign made in the night. Far from the touch of our vain surmise, In thy folded hours thy meaning lies, To some for blessing, to some for curse; Yet none would thy destined dawn disperse, For it works in the plan that is more than man, And is well for the universe. THE CHANGING ROAD BENEATH the softly falling snow The wood whose shy anemones We plucked such little while ago Becomes a wood of Christmas trees. Our paths of rustling silken grass Will soon be ermine bands of white Spotted with tiny steps that pass On silent errands in the night. The river will be locked...