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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
SONG
A little longer still in summer suns,
On wintry hights, and where the wild brook runs,
To rest or wander;
A little longer left for human joy;
To win and lose,—man's masterful employ,—
To dream and ponder.
On wintry hights, and where the wild brook runs,
To rest or wander;
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To win and lose,—man's masterful employ,—
To dream and ponder.
A little longer! But, O, sweeter this
Than any lesser grace or lowlier bliss
In earth's wide blindness:
A little longer left for lifting hearts,
Healing hurt souls, for earth's most heavenly arts—
For love and kindness.
Than any lesser grace or lowlier bliss
In earth's wide blindness:
A little longer left for lifting hearts,
Healing hurt souls, for earth's most heavenly arts—
For love and kindness.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |