Sarah Josepha Buell Hale

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The outward world, for rugged toil designed,
Where Evil from true Good the crown hath riven,
Hath been to men's dominion ever given;
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And thou art gone! the Bridal Rose
Fresh on thy laurelled head;
A land of new, wild, wondrous scenes
Before thy fancy spread-
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Earth held no symbol, had no living sign
To image forth the Mother's deathless love;
And so the tender care the righteous prove
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My boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair,
And thy spirit will sigh to roam:
And thou must go; but never, when there,
Forget the light of home.
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The Daughter from her father's bosom goes-
The Sister drops her brother's clasping hand-
For God himself ordained a holier band
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Around the sides of Etna
How fair the gardens grow,-
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One came with light and laughing air,
And cheek like opening blossom,-
Bright gems were twined amid her hair,
And glittered on her bosom,
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I.
Many, many years ago,
When all the world moved very slow;
Before the light of Science broke,
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1.
It was two hundred years ago,
When moved the world so very slow,
And when the wide Atlantic Sea
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Ye may place the trusty guard,
Bolt the dark and narrow room,
Bind the heavy fetter hard,
Till the links the flesh consume;
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We bring no earthly wreath for Time;
To man th'immortal Time was given-
Years should be marked by deeds sublime,
That elevate his soul to heaven.
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Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And every where that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go;
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The iron cares that load and press men down
A father can, like school-boy tasks, lay by,
When gazing in his Daughter's loving eye,
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Wild as a cold, o'er prairies bounding free,
The wakened spirit of the Boy doth spring,
Spurning the rein authority would fling,
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The birds their love-notes warble
Among the blossomed trees;
The flowers are sighing forth their sweets
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CANTO II.
THE TEMPTATION.
Pale Zephyrus is yielding
His last and sweetest sighs,
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When soft the gales are blowing,
And calm is ocean's wave,
So small the danger seemeth
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There is no form upon our earth
That bears the mighty Maker's seal,
But has some charm:-to draw this forth,
We must have hearts to feel.
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I have learned my lesson,
And mother said
She would give me a kiss
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