Amelia Josephine Burr

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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 cheeks like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.
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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.
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He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
As the summer meeting of sky and sea,
And the ruddy cliffs had a colder hue
Than flushed his cheek when he married me.
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God has a house three streets away,
And every Sunday, rain or shine,
My nurse goes there her prayers to say.
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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.
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The world shall be made new
Since thou hast found thy soul.
There shall be freedom for the Jew
And justice for the Pole.
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Not the muffled drums for him
Nor the wailing of the fife.
Trumpets blaring to the charge
Were the music of his life.
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Spring comes laughing down the valley
All in white, from the snow
Where the winter's armies rally
Loth to go.
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THEY knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years
Their men and their women had watched through their blood and their tears
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For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill
To the northward I go,
Where Umbria's valley lies mile upon emerald mile
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The world of the elder gods is aflame. The smoke of its burning,
Heavy with fumes of carnage, darkens the shuddering skies.
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He was a French Boy Scout--a little lad
No bigger than my Hansel. He refused
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We shall not shiver as we vainly try
To stir cold ashes once again to fire,
Nor bury a dead passion, you and I.
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Amelia Josephine Burr Biography

Amelia Josephine Burr (19 November 1878 - 15 June 1968) was an American poet. Born in New York City, she was educated at and graduated from Hunter College (New York). She worked for the Red Cross in 1917-18. She married Reverend Carl H. Elmore of Englewood, New Jersey. She was described as a "popular lyricist, whose work yet flashes with genuine poetic feeling" and was reputed to have traveled widely. A contemporary source commented, "Her adventures in the Orient have colored her work, and with energy and charm she succeeded in getting to know much concerning the natives and their customs wherever she went. Much of her verse must, of course, be classed as balladry, and it is as a balladist that she has gained a wide audience, but, especially in her later work, there is much more than graceful appeal." Poetical works: A Roadside Fire, 1913 Afterglow, a poem 1913 In Deep Places, 1914 Life and Living 1916 The Silver Trumpet 1918 Hearts Awake: The Pixy, A play, 1919 The above two volumes relate chiefly to World War I A child garden in India, for very little people: Verses 1922 Little houses: A book of poems 1923 Selected lyrics 1927)

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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 cheeks 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 gave a share of my soul to the world, when and where my course is run.
I know that another shall finish the task I surely 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.

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