 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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“SOMETHING BEYOND.”
Heart! weary heart! what means thy wild unrest?
Hast thou not tasted of life's every pleasure?
With all that mortals seek, thy lot is blest,
Yet dost thou ever chant in solemn measure,
“Something beyond!”
Hast thou not tasted of life's every pleasure?
With all that mortals seek, thy lot is blest,
Yet dost thou ever chant in solemn measure,
“Something beyond!”
Heart! weary heart! canst thou not find repose
In the sweet calm of friendship's pure devotion?
Amid the peace which sympathy bestows,
Still dost thou murmur with repressed emotion,
“Something beyond!”
In the sweet calm of friendship's pure devotion?
Amid the peace which sympathy bestows,
Still dost thou murmur with repressed emotion,
“Something beyond!”
Heart! weary heart! too idly hast thou poured
Thy music and thy perfume on the blast;
Now beggared in affection's treasured hoard,
Thy cry is still,—thy saddest and thy last,—
“Something beyond!”
Thy music and thy perfume on the blast;
Now beggared in affection's treasured hoard,
Thy cry is still,—thy saddest and thy last,—
“Something beyond!”
Heart! weary heart! O cease thy wild unrest;
Earth cannot satisfy thy bitter yearning;
But onward, upward speed thy lonely quest,
And hope to find, where heaven's pure stars are burning,
“Something beyond!”
Earth cannot satisfy thy bitter yearning;
But onward, upward speed thy lonely quest,
And hope to find, where heaven's pure stars are burning,
“Something beyond!”
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |