 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
STANZAS.
“I die if neglected.”
O tell me not of lofty fate,
Of glory's deathless name;
The bosom love leaves desolate
Has nought to do with fame.
Of glory's deathless name;
The bosom love leaves desolate
Has nought to do with fame.
Vainly philosophy would soar;
Love's height it may not reach;
The heart soon learns a sweeter lore
Than ever sage could teach.
Love's height it may not reach;
The heart soon learns a sweeter lore
Than ever sage could teach.
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The cup may bear a poisoned draught,
The altar may be cold;
But yet the chalice will be quaffed,
The shrine sought as of old.
The altar may be cold;
But yet the chalice will be quaffed,
The shrine sought as of old.
Man's sterner nature turns away
To seek ambition's goal;
Wealth's glittering gifts and pleasure's ray
May charm his weary soul;
To seek ambition's goal;
Wealth's glittering gifts and pleasure's ray
May charm his weary soul;
But woman knows one only dream—
That broken, all is o'er;
For on life's dark and sluggish stream
Hope's sunbeam rests no more.
That broken, all is o'er;
For on life's dark and sluggish stream
Hope's sunbeam rests no more.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |