Mary T Lathrap Poems

Bright are my dreams.
Not brighter are the beams that gild
The far off Oriental hills,
Nor richer dyes, along the west,
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One time I stood in a valley,
Hemmed in by its walls of stone;
The day was fair on the uplands,
But still in my little zone
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Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above—
A woman's heart, and a woman's life
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