The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 72, October, 1863 by Various
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page 38 of 295 (12%)
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To earn pure freedom, dared all danger meet,
Content to die for truth. "There, in the sleepless watch the organ's tone Shall bear them on its swelling wing To dreamful space, while star-fires one by one In vibrant chorus sing." Sudden there came a thought,--Thou hast no home, No shaded haunt, or mansion wide, No refuge after toil in which to roam, Where silence may abide. And then I saw a palace broad as earth, Built beautiful of land and seas,-- Its eastern gate shone in the morning's birth, The west o'ertopped the trees. Free as wild waves upon an autumn day, A world of brothers through its space Might wander up and down, and sunbeams play Even on Sorrow's face. Here in the broad sunned silence of the noon Peace waiteth to salute the worn, And ever crowneth with her tender boon Those who have nobly borne. Like shafted light dropped in a sunset sea, The radiant pillars of my home |
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