Teresa and Other Poems By James Rhoades |
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TO FOUR SISTERS
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TO FOUR SISTERS
In this degenerate age of brass,
When childhood apes the world at ten,
And maidens at their looking-glass
Affect the modish airs of men;
While yet in scattered homes abound
The artless-gay, the simple-sweet,
More richly prized, as rarer found,
The poet worships at their feet.
When childhood apes the world at ten,
And maidens at their looking-glass
Affect the modish airs of men;
While yet in scattered homes abound
The artless-gay, the simple-sweet,
More richly prized, as rarer found,
The poet worships at their feet.
O bright dispellers of our gloom!
O breathing flowers of happiness!
Four such I know, that shyly bloom,
Unconscious of their power to bless.
Forgive the praise, and take from one,
Who fain in your white book would be,
This portrait, painted by the sun,
The likeness of your devotee.
O breathing flowers of happiness!
Four such I know, that shyly bloom,
Unconscious of their power to bless.
Forgive the praise, and take from one,
Who fain in your white book would be,
This portrait, painted by the sun,
The likeness of your devotee.
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