 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
THRIFTLESS.
He said, “I will not save!
The liberal sun
Is richer for the light he gave
And gives the world. I choose to hold
The mine, and not to hoard the gold.
Can I be one
To dry my heart to coffered dust,
Or cling to hidden coin, a rust?
The liberal sun
Is richer for the light he gave
And gives the world. I choose to hold
The mine, and not to hoard the gold.
Can I be one
To dry my heart to coffered dust,
Or cling to hidden coin, a rust?
“Ask June to stint her bloom
Against the day
Of sorrowful November gloom!
Free blossom yields abundant seed;
June's thriftlessness is thrift indeed.
There is no way
To count November's added sighs,
Should lavish June turn pennywise.
Against the day
Of sorrowful November gloom!
Free blossom yields abundant seed;
June's thriftlessness is thrift indeed.
There is no way
To count November's added sighs,
Should lavish June turn pennywise.
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“Among the immortal gods
Unthrift is thrift;
Worst poverty—with them at odds!
No wealth but this: to feel the flow.
Of life's deep well to torrents grow,
A current swift,
Whereof no lingering drop would stay
Shut from the generous flood away.”
Unthrift is thrift;
Worst poverty—with them at odds!
No wealth but this: to feel the flow.
Of life's deep well to torrents grow,
A current swift,
Whereof no lingering drop would stay
Shut from the generous flood away.”
He said, “If I give all
Open to sight,
The everything men riches call,
'T is clearing rubbish from my way
Into the avenues of day,
The doors of light.
Thriftless he can afford to be
Who finds the universe's key.”
Open to sight,
The everything men riches call,
'T is clearing rubbish from my way
Into the avenues of day,
The doors of light.
Thriftless he can afford to be
Who finds the universe's key.”
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