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MARGARET FULLER
WRITTEN FOR HER CENTENARY
Fate dropt our Margaret
Into the bitter sea,
A pearl in golden splendor set
For spirit majesty.
Into the bitter sea,
A pearl in golden splendor set
For spirit majesty.
Love wore her on his hand
And Friendship in her heart,
She glistened in the jeweled band
Of poesy and Art.
And Friendship in her heart,
She glistened in the jeweled band
Of poesy and Art.
Oh! oft the diver brings
His treasure from the deep,
And out of deadly danger wrings
The gems that monarchs keep.
His treasure from the deep,
And out of deadly danger wrings
The gems that monarchs keep.
But never gift so fair
His venturous task repaid,
Not emblems rich that Champions wear
At Holytide displayed.
His venturous task repaid,
Not emblems rich that Champions wear
At Holytide displayed.
Th' Egyptian's gem of light
Flashed in the gleaming wine,
A regal jewel stol'n from sight
To grace a pomp divine.
Flashed in the gleaming wine,
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To grace a pomp divine.
So He who laid our Pearl
Deep in the sapphire sea
Keeps her rare essence in the cup
Of immortality.
Deep in the sapphire sea
Keeps her rare essence in the cup
Of immortality.
1909.
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