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Amelia Josephine Burr

(1878-1968 / United States)

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  • Carol Cross (2/27/2005 9:38:00 AM)

    Whilst searching for a poem on the death of my beloved Aunt, I came across 'A Song of Living'. Previously unknown to me, it just seemed to sum up her indomitable spirit and her life of life.

    Please share her words with me:

    A SONG OF LIVING:
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
    I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.
    I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.
    My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

    I have kissed young Love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end.
    I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend.
    I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well.
    I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell.
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

    I give a share of my soul to the world where my course is run.
    I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone.
    I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.
    As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God.
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.


    Do you not agree that these are among the most beautiful words you have ever heard?
    Carol

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Where Love is

By the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill's crest,
I would build me a house as a swallow builds its nest;
I would curtain it with roses, and the wind should breathe to me
The sweetness of the roses and the saltness of the sea.

Where the Tuscan olives whiten in the hot blue day,
I would hide me from the heat in a little hut of gray,
While the singing of the husbandman should scale my lattice green
From the golden rows of barley that the poppies blaze between.

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