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Like flowers sequestered from the sun	A
And wind of summer day by day	B
I dwindled paler whilst my hair	C
Showed the first tinge of grey	B
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Oh what is life that we should live	D
Or what is death that we must die	E
A bursting bubble is our life	F
I also what am I	E
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What is your grief now tell me sweet	G
That I may grieve my sister said	H
And stayed a white embroidering hand	I
And raised a golden head	H
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Her tresses showed a richer mass	J
Her eyes looked softer than my own	K
Her figure had a statelier height	L
Her voice a tenderer tone	K
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Some must be second and not first	M
All cannot be the first of all	N
Is not this too but vanity	O
I stumble like to fall	N
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So yesterday I read the acts	P
Of Hector and each clangorous king	Q
With wrathful great AEacides	P
Old Homer leaves a sting	Q
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The comely face looked up again	R
The deft hand lingered on the thread	H
Sweet tell me what is Homer's sting	Q
Old Homer's sting she said	H
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He stirs my sluggish pulse like wine	S
He melts me like the wind of spice	P
Strong as strong Ajax' red right hand	I
And grand like Juno's eyes	P
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I cannot melt the sons of men	R
I cannot fire and tempest toss	P
Besides those days were golden days	P
Whilst these are days of dross	P
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She laughed a feminine low laugh	T
Yet did not stay her dexterous hand	I
Now tell me of those days she said	H
When time ran golden sand	I
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Then men were men of might and right	L
Sheer might at least and weighty swords	P
Then men in open blood and fire	U
Bore witness to their words	P
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Crest rearing kings with whistling spears	P
But if these shivered in the shock	V
They wrenched up hundred rooted trees	P
Or hurled the effacing rock	V
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Then hand to hand then foot to foot	W
Stern to the death grip grappling then	R
Who ever thought of gunpowder	U
Amongst these men of men	R
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They knew whose hand struck home the death	X
They knew who broke but would not bend	Y
Could venerate an equal foe	Z
And scorn a laggard friend	Y
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Calm in the utmost stress of doom	A2
Devout toward adverse powers above	B2
They hated with intenser hate	C2
And loved with fuller love	B2
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Then heavenly beauty could allay	B
As heavenly beauty stirred the strife	F
By them a slave was worshipped more	D2
Than is by us a wife	F
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She laughed again my sister laughed	E2
Made answer o'er the laboured cloth	F2
I rather would be one of us	P
Than wife or slave or both	G2
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Oh better then be slave or wife	F
Than fritter now blank life away	B
Then night had holiness of night	L
And day was sacred day	B
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The princess laboured at her loom	A2
Mistress and handmaiden alike	H2
Beneath their needles grew the field	I2
With warriors armed to strike	H2
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Or look again dim Dian's face	P
Gleamed perfect through the attendant night	L
Were such not better than those holes	P
Amid that waste of white	L
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A shame it is our aimless life	F
I rather from my heart would feed	J2
From silver dish in gilded stall	N
With wheat and wine the steed	J2
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The faithful steed that bore my lord	K2
In safety through the hostile land	I
The faithful steed that arched his neck	L2
To fondle with my hand	I
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Her needle erred a moment's pause	P
A moment's patience all was well	M2
Then she But just suppose the horse	P
Suppose the rider fell	M2
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Then captive in an alien house	P
Hungering on exile's bitter bread	H
They happy they who won the lot	N2
Of sacrifice she said	H
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Speaking she faltered while her look	O2
Showed forth her passion like a glass	P
With hand suspended kindling eye	E
Flushed cheek how fair she was	P
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Ah well be those the days of dross	P
This if you will the age of gold	P2
Yet had those days a spark of warmth	Q2
While these are somewhat cold	P2
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Are somewhat mean and cold and slow	Z
Are stunted from heroic growth	G2
We gain but little when we prove	R2
The worthlessness of both	G2
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But life is in our hands she said	H
In our own hands for gain or loss	P
Shall not the Sevenfold Sacred Fire	U
Suffice to purge our dross	P
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Too short a century of dreams	P
One day of work sufficient length	S2
Why should not you why should not I	E
Attain heroic strength	S2
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Our life is given us as a blank	T2
Ourselves must make it blest or curst	H
Who dooms me I shall only be	O
The second not the first	H
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Learn from old Homer if you will	U2
Such wisdom as his books have said	H
In one the acts of Ajax shine	S
In one of Diomed	H
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Honoured all heroes whose high deeds	P
Through life through death enlarge their span	V2
Only Achilles in his rage	W2
And sloth is less than man	V2
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Achilles only less than man	V2
He less than man who half a god	H
Discomfited all Greece with rest	H
Cowed Ilion with a nod	H
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He offered vengeance lifelong grief	X2
To one dear ghost uncounted price	P
Beasts Trojans adverse gods himself	Y2
Heaped up the sacrifice	P
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Self immolated to his friend	H
Shrined in world's wonder Homer's page	W2
Is this the man the less than men	R
Of this degenerate age	W2
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Gross from his acorns tusky boar	D2
Does memorable acts like his	P
So for her snared offended young	Z2
Bleeds the swart lioness	P
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But here she paused our eyes had met	H
And I was whitening with the jeer	A3
She rose I went too far she said	H
Spoke low Forgive me dear	A3
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To me our days seem pleasant days	P
Our home a haven of pure content	H
Forgive me if I said too much	B3
So much more than I meant	H
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Homer though greater than his gods	P
With rough hewn virtues was sufficed	H
And rough hewn men but what are such	B3
To us who learn of Christ	H
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The much moved pathos of her voice	P
Her almost tearful eyes her cheek	C3
Grown pale confessed the strength of love	B2
Which only made her speak	C3
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For mild she was of few soft words	P
Most gentle easy to be led	H
Content to listen when I spoke	D3
And reverence what I said	H
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I elder sister by six years	P
Not half so glad or wise or good	H
Her words rebuked my secret self	Y2
And shamed me where I stood	H
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She never guessed her words reproved	H
A silent envy nursed within	E3
A selfish souring discontent	H
Pride born the devil's sin	E3
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I smiled half bitter half in jest	H
The wisest man of all the wise	P
Left for his summary of life	F
'Vanity of vanities '	-
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Beneath the sun there's nothing new	F3
Men flow men ebb mankind flows on	G3
If I am wearied of my life	F
Why so was Solomon	A
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Vanity of vanities he preached	H
Of all he found of all he sought	H
Vanity of vanities the gist	H
Of all the words he taught	H
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This in the wisdom of the world	H
In Homer's page in all we find	H
As the sea is not filled so yearns	P
Man's universal mind	H
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This Homer felt who gave his men	R
With glory but a transient state	H
His very Jove could not reverse	P
Irrevocable fate	H
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Uncertain all their lot save this	P
Who wins must lose who lives must die	H
All trodden out into the dark	H3
Alike all vanity	H
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She scarcely answered when I paused	H
But rather to herself said One	A
Is here low voiced and loving Yea	B
Greater than Solomon	A
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So both were silent she and I	H
She laid her work aside and went	H
Into the garden walks like spring	Q
All gracious with content	H
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A little graver than her wont	H
Because her words had fretted me	H
Not warbling quite her merriest tune	I3
Bird like from tree to tree	H
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I chose a book to read and dream	J3
Yet half the while with furtive eyes	P
Marked how she made her choice of flowers	P
Intuitively wise	P
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And ranged them with instinctive taste	H
Which all my books had failed to teach	K3
Fresh rose herself and daintier	H
Than blossom of the peach	K3
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By birthright higher than myself	Y2
Though nestling of the self same nest	H
No fault of hers no fault of mine	S
But stubborn to digest	H
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I watched her till my book unmarked	H
Slid noiseless to the velvet floor	H
Till all the opulent summer world	H
Looked poorer than before	H
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Just then her busy fingers ceased	H
Her fluttered colour went and came	L3
I knew whose step was on the walk	M3
Whose voice would name her name	L3
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Well twenty years have passed since then	R
My sister now a stately wife	F
Still fair looks back in peace and sees	P
The longer half of life	F
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The longer half of prosperous life	F
With little grief or fear or fret	H
She loved and loving long ago	Z
Is loved and loving yet	H
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A husband honourable brave	N3
Is her main wealth in all the world	H
And next to him one like herself	Y2
One daughter golden curled	H
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Fair image of her own fair youth	O3
As beautiful and as serene	P3
With almost such another love	B2
As her own love has been	E3
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Yet though of world wide charity	H
And in her home most tender dove	B2
Her treasure and her heart are stored	H
In the home land of love	B2
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She thrives God's blessed husbandry	H
Most like a vine which full of fruit	H
Doth cling and lean and climb toward heaven	A
While earth still binds its root	H
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I sit and watch my sister's face	P
How little altered since the hours	P
When she a kind light hearted girl	Q3
Gathered her garden flowers	P
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Her song just mellowed by regret	H
For having teased me with her talk	M3
Then all forgetful as she heard	H
One step upon the walk	M3
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While I I sat alone and watched	H
My lot in life to live alone	K
In mine own world of interests	P
Much felt but little shown	K
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Not to be first how hard to learn	R3
That lifelong lesson of the past	H
Line graven on line and stroke on stroke	D3
But thank God learned at last	H
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So now in patience I possess	P
My soul year after tedious year	H
Content to take the lowest place	P
The place assigned me here	H
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Yet sometimes when I feel my strength	S2
Most weak and life most burdensome	S3
I lift mine eyes up to the hills	P
From whence my help shall come	S3
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Yea sometimes still I lift my heart	H
To the Archangelic trumpet burst	H
When all deep secrets shall be shown	K
And many last be first	H