Edward Robeson Taylor
Edward Robeson Taylor Poems
- Morning Deep-brooding Night has done its worst and best, And...
- Dream Music O spirit mine, arouse thee from a sleep Which ...
- Cleopatra AFTER ALBERT SAMAIN Upon the tower's ...
- Christmas Hymn O Christ, on this thy natal day, As oft ...
- Christmas Bells Ring out, O heartsome Christmas Bells, Ring ...
- Beauty AFTER FERNAND GREGH This eve dream brims my heart, ...
- An Arizona Cactus The burning sun has scorched the rainless ...
Edward Robeson Taylor (September 24, 1838 – July 5, 1923) was the 28th Mayor of San Francisco serving from July 16, 1907 to January 7, 1910.
Edward Robeson Taylor was born on September 24, 1838 in Springfield, Illinois, the only son of Henry West Taylor and the former Mary Thaw of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (he was descended on his mother's side from the early colonial merchant, Andrew ... more »
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Deep-brooding Night has done its worst and best,
And once again we front the new-born Day,
Where now the sickled moon with lessening ray
Hangs low upon the sky's auroral breast.
The earth, soft-garmented in robes of gray,
Drinks heaven's sweet dew with such delightful zest,
She fain would see time held a prisoner lest
The sun should sweep her present joys away.
Home kindles now its necessary fires,
Whose shafts of smoke, that gently pierce the air,
Like incense seem in worship of the Morn.
And as we list to these far-sounding lyres,
So great all grows, so ...