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    VIOLETS.   Table of Contents     THE WOMAN.

Dunbar-Nelson, Alice
Violets and Other Tales

- THREE THOUGHTS.

THREE THOUGHTS.


FIRST.


How few of us
In all the world's great, ceaseless struggling
strife,
Go to our work with gladsome, buoyant
step,
And love it for its sake, whate'er it be.
Because it is a labor, or, mayhap,
Some sweet, peculiar art of God's own
gift;
And not the promise of the world's slow
smile
Of recognition, or of mammon's gilded
grasp.
Alas, how few, in inspiration's dazzling
flash,
Or spiritual sense of world's beyond the
dome
Of circling blue around this weary earth,
Can bask, and know the God-given grace
Of genius' fire that flows and permeates
The virgin mind alone; the soul in which
The love of earth hath tainted not.
The love of art and art alone.
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SECOND.


"Who dares stand forth?" the monarch
cried,
"Amid the throng, and dare to give
Their aid, and bid this wretch to live?
I pledge my faith and crown beside,
A woeful plight, a sorry sight,
This outcast from all God-given grace.

What, ho! in all, no friendly face,
No helping hand to stay his plight?
St. Peter's name be pledged for aye,
The man's accursed, that is true;
But ho, he suffers. None of you
Will mercy show, or pity sigh?"

Strong men drew back, and lordly train
Did slowly file from monarch's look,
Whose lips curled scorn. But from a
nook
A voice cried out, "Though he has slain
That which I loved the best on earth,
Yet will I tend him till he dies,
I can be brave." A woman's eyes
Gazed fearlessly into his own.
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THIRD.


When all the world has grown full cold
to thee,
And man--proud pygmy--shrugs all
scornfully,
And bitter, blinding tears flow gushing
forth,
Because of thine own sorrows and poor
plight,
Then turn ye swift to nature's page,
And read there passions, immeasurably
far
Greater than thine own in all their
littleness.

For nature has her sorrows and her joys,
As all the piled-up mountains and low
vales
Will silently attest--and hang thy head
In dire confusion, for having dared
To moan at thine own miseries
When God and nature suffer silently.
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    VIOLETS.   Table of Contents     THE WOMAN.