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kristel's soliloquy.
The queen magnolia there I set,
And circle it with low mignonette.
For I think ofttimes, altho' her sphere,
Radiant and high, I come not near,
Nor ever can again—that still
If I surround her thought with love,
And evermore a patient will
To watch, to strive, to wait and prove
The peace heaven offers, to the end,—
Out of my pain and silent strife,
Some fragrance God will take, and blend
An unknown sweetness with her life.
And circle it with low mignonette.
For I think ofttimes, altho' her sphere,
Radiant and high, I come not near,
Nor ever can again—that still
If I surround her thought with love,
And evermore a patient will
To watch, to strive, to wait and prove
The peace heaven offers, to the end,—
Out of my pain and silent strife,
Some fragrance God will take, and blend
An unknown sweetness with her life.
The prairie sways, and the river rolls,
And the sun and the moon—and nothing is lost
In all the skies" unmeasured coast,
Nothing too in the kingdom of souls.
Broad stream, that yieldest silently
Such largess to the noonday sky,
Hear how the brooding cushat mourns
And the sun and the moon—and nothing is lost
In all the skies" unmeasured coast,
Nothing too in the kingdom of souls.
Broad stream, that yieldest silently
Such largess to the noonday sky,
Hear how the brooding cushat mourns
