Menella Bute Smedley Poems

Two that wrecked each other's hope,
Parting coldly in their prime,
Met upon the downward slope,
Taught by tears, and calmed by time,
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A FACT

Up where the world grows cold,
Under the sharp North star,
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I heard there was no place among the powers
For Beauty; that she stands not in the plan;
That even the tints which glorify the flowers
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Father, I bring before Thy throne
A heart more dear to me than mine;
O! watch it with Thine eyes benign,
And take it, gently, for Thine own.
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Other thoughts have parted me
From thy tender memory;
Spaces like a cloudy sea
Lie between mine eyes and thee.
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A child stood by the rising sea
On a dismal winter's morning,
And dream'd what coming life might be,
And sigh'd o'er the voice of warning.
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“What's the use of fairies?” said the child,
“What's the use of fairies at all?
The weeds in my garden grow wild,
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Twenty-five shots!
And, out of all the spots
Where a man could stand and shoot,
You would have said, “Not there.”
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On the seventh of September, two little years gone by,
For Naples freed by one man's deed, rejoicings shook the sky
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He said there was on earth no fairer sight
Than April shadows from the tall green flags
We taunted him with overflows of light
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