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t, Woman was made. Her strength with weakness is overlaid; Meek compliances veil her might; Him she stays, by whom she is stayed. World-wide champion of truth and right, Hope in gloom, and in danger aid, Tender and faithful, ruddy and white, Woman was made. A SONG OF FLIGHT. While we slumber and sleep, The sun leaps up from the deep,-- Daylight born at the leap,-- Rapid, dominant, free, Athirst to bathe in the uttermost sea. While we linger at play-- If the year would stand at May!-- Winds are up and away, Over land, over sea, To their goal, wherever their goal may be. It is time to arise, To race for the promised prize; The sun flies, the wind flies, We are strong, we are free, And home lies beyond the stars and the sea. A WINTRY SONNET. A robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain. The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow, I neither care to wax nor care to wane. The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago, Because earth's rivers cannot fill the main. When springtime came, red Robin built a nest, And trilled a lover's song in sheer delight. Gray hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core. The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest, Dimpled his blue,--yet thirsted evermore. RESURGAM. From depth to height, from height to loftier height, The climber sets his foot and sets his face, Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place, And counts the last pulsations of the light. Strenuous thro' day and unsurprised by night He runs a race with Time, and wins the race, Emptied and stripped of all save only Grace, Will, Love,--a threefold panoply of might. Darkness descends for light he toiled to seek; He stumbles on the darkened mountain-head, Left breathless in the unbreathable thin air, Made freeman of the living and the dead,-- He wots not he has topped the topmost peak, But the returning sun will find him there. TO-DAY'S BURDEN. "Arise, depart, for this is not your rest." Oh, burden of all burdens,--still to ari
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