The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | ||
SONNET.
Alas for those who quench the holy sparkOf inspiration in their secret soul,
Yielding their natures up to earth's control,
Until the mental sight grows dim and dark,
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No longer toils to reach a noble goal,
While the heart drains life's enervating bowl,
And freights with all its hopes some helmless bark!
Alas! alas! on earthly shrines we lay
The incense we should offer up to Heaven,
We lavish on an idol of to-day
The love that for infinitude was given,
Till from our souls the light fades slow away,
And clouds of doubt and fear are o'er our spirits driven.
The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | ||