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The Joy O Life Theodosia Garrison

The Joy O Life

Theodosia Garrison

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ISBN : 9781151482013
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86 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909. Excerpt: ... THE FAILURES WE who have failed,MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909. Excerpt: ... THE FAILURES WE who have failed, remember this of us--Oh you, whose hands have grasped the luminous And lovely thing that is your souls desired, Though once we fell and blundered on the way, Though now we turn shamed faces from the day, Remember this--that once we too aspired. We who have failed through weakness or surmise, Be gentle with us if we turn our eyes Sometimes from sight of those victorious, Crowned and exultant on the farthest height, Seeing that once we watched our arms by night, Seeing that once we dreamed to triumph thus. We who have failed in life and love and task, Surely not overmuch this gift we ask. Be not too scornful, you, whose glorious, Undaunted souls pressed on through flood and fire, Of those too weak to grasp a great desire. We who have failed, remember this of us. THE TRUTH a THAT glorious flame that was my youth Is burnt to ashes, flung And scattered, and I know the truth--I who one day was young. Wisdom is mine my peers among, No craft my skill defies- I hear beyond the flattering tongue And see beyond surmise. And this my wisdom--I grown wise Would toss it all in fee For one of Youths delicious lies That one day cheated me. For this is wisdoms worth--to see That ignorance was fair, And more than Truth is Comedy With rose leaves on her hair. THE DOOR BETWEEN us stands the closed door of your grief. Oh, my Beloved, is this thing well done? What part have I with Summer and with Sun Since you deny them to your hearts relief? Was I Lifes jester then and nothing more? Open the door Think you I walk with gladness while afar You sit alone with sorrow? Nay, not so. There is no tear you shed I do not know, No wound you feel but I too bear its scar--May I not stand beside you then, the less Wounded by knowledge of your lonelines...