 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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HEART-ORACLES.
By the motes do we know where the sunbeam is slanting;
Through the hindering stones speaks the soul of the brook;
Past the rustle of leaves we press in to the stillness;
Through darkness and void to the Pleiads we look;
The silence of dawn with the night-shadows o'er us,
Begins all the morning's munificent chorus.
Through the hindering stones speaks the soul of the brook;
Past the rustle of leaves we press in to the stillness;
Through darkness and void to the Pleiads we look;
The silence of dawn with the night-shadows o'er us,
Begins all the morning's munificent chorus.
Through sorrow come glimpses of infinite gladness;
Through grand discontent mounts the spirit of youth;
Loneliness foldeth a wonderful loving;
The breakers of Doubt lead the great tide of Truth;
And dread and grief-haunted the shadowy portal
That shuts from our vision the splendor immortal.
Through grand discontent mounts the spirit of youth;
Loneliness foldeth a wonderful loving;
The breakers of Doubt lead the great tide of Truth;
And dread and grief-haunted the shadowy portal
That shuts from our vision the splendor immortal.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |