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TO MY HELIOTROPE.
One of the light-bearers, one of the true
Maidenly might-bearers winning a clue
Out of the darkness and out of the starkness
Made by misgiving and dreary not-living,
Into the open and infinite blue;
Happy as hope,
Heliotrope!
Always, my Wendeline, timidly turning
Forth from the gray shadows up to the day,
And with thy purity altar-wise burning
Climbing the slope,
Heliotrope!
Maidenly might-bearers winning a clue
Out of the darkness and out of the starkness
Made by misgiving and dreary not-living,
Into the open and infinite blue;
Happy as hope,
Heliotrope!
Always, my Wendeline, timidly turning
Forth from the gray shadows up to the day,
And with thy purity altar-wise burning
Climbing the slope,
Heliotrope!
Others unwomanly cleave to the dust,
Not as thou humanly lifting their trust
Higher and cherishing charms beyond perishing,
Lured by the glimmer of earth that grows dimmer
And by its riches that gather of rust;
Larger thy scope,
Heliotrope!
Sunshine within thee compels thee to follow
Only the ray of the unsetting day,
Leaving the glare of delights that are hollow;
Daughter of hope,
Heliotrope!
Not as thou humanly lifting their trust
Higher and cherishing charms beyond perishing,
Lured by the glimmer of earth that grows dimmer
And by its riches that gather of rust;
Larger thy scope,
Heliotrope!
Sunshine within thee compels thee to follow
Only the ray of the unsetting day,
Leaving the glare of delights that are hollow;
Daughter of hope,
Heliotrope!
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