Pygmalion, Child of the Lake, the Three Rings, and Other Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...wan smiles on his face, That from the dead past he was calling A host of regrets from their place; And so he kept weaving his sorrows, In a dream that was mournful to trace. And thus we are weaving forever Our hopes, our regrets and our fears, And time soon dispels every vision, Or we summon them back with our tears; And still we are none of us wiser, As we glide through life's current of years. TWILIGHT. I asked the hallowed twilight What made its rays so sweet; "The pulses of the day," it said, "No longer wildly beat, And the beauty of my smile has grown Prom noon-day's glare and heat." I asked a gray-pale mortal, What sanctified his life; "Its passionate dawn," he answered, 'With tumult has been rife, And so its twilight calm is born From glare and feverish strife." WORK. Arise from your dreamy slumber, And with stalwart heart go forth, And be one of the number, Brave workers here on earth. Tho' the world is wide, There is room beside, For those who are staunch and true; So be at your post. 'Mid the busy host, For there's work, for you to do. It is no time to be dreaming, W hen the workers abroad are gone, So throw off your sloth and seeming, And with vigorous arms ply on; For the sun is high, And there comes a cry, That the laborers still are few; So make the most Of the time, and boast That there's work for yon to do. There are forests to clear before you, There are fields to plow and sow, And the sunlight is streaming o'er you, That your labors may thrive and grow; So murmur a song While your voice is strong, And your heart is ready and true; And thank God On the fruitful sod, That there's work for you to do. Let the miser boast of his hoard of gold, Let riches and care keep pace; In the works of...