id dust.

    We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray;
      And we think that we mount the air on wings
      Beyond the recall of earthly things,
    While our feet still cling to the heavy clay.

    Wings are for angels, but feet for men!
      We may borrow the wings to find the way;
      We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray,
    But our feet must rise or we fall again.

    Only in dreams is a ladder thrown
      From the weary earth to the sapphire walls;
      But the dreams depart and the ladder falls,
    And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone.

    Heaven is not reached at a single bound,
      But we build the ladder by which we rise
      From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,
    And we mount to its summit round by round.
         --JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND.

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    A right thought is as a true key.




        A SUMMER STORM


    Last night a storm fell on the world
      From height of drouth and heat,
    The surly clouds for weeks were furled,
      The air could only sway and beat;

    The beetles clattered at the blind,
      The hawks fell twanging from the sky,
    The west unrolled a feathery wind,
      And the night fell sullenly.

    A storm leaped roaring from its lair,
      Like the shadow of doom;
    The poignard lightning searched the air,
      The thunder ripped the shattered gloom;

    The rain came down with a roar like fire,
      Full-voiced and clamorous and deep;
    The weary world had its heart’s desire,
      And fell asleep.

    And now in the morning early,
      The clouds are sailing by;
    Clearly, oh! so clearly,
      The distant mountains lie.

    The wind is very mild and slow,
      The clouds obey his will,
    They part and part and onwards go,
      Travelling together still.

    ’Tis very sweet to be alive,
      On a morning that’s so fair,
    For nothing seems to stir or
i d dust. 

     We hope, we resolve, we draw a bead on, we beg; 
       And we intend that we mount the tune on wing 
       Beyond the recall of earthly things, 
     While our feet even cling to the big clay. 

     wing are for angels, but feet for world! 
       We may borrow the wings to witness the way; 
       We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray, 
     But our feet must rise or we fall again. 

     merely in dreams is a ladder thrown 
       From the aweary earth to the sapphire wall; 
       But the dreams go and the ladder falls, 
     And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. 

     Heaven is not reached at a individual bound, 
       But we build the ladder by which we rise 
       From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, 
     And we mount to its summit round by round. 
          --JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. 

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     A right thought is as a true key. 




         A SUMMER STORM 


     Last night a storm fall on the world 
       From height of drought and heating system, 
     The surly clouds for weeks were furled, 
       The tune could only sway and beat; 

     The beetles clatter at the blind, 
       The hawks fell twanging from the sky, 
     The west unrolled a feathery wind, 
       And the night fell sullenly. 

     A storm leaped roaring from its lair, 
       Like the shadow of doom; 
     The poignard lightning searched the tune, 
       The thunder rend the shattered gloom; 

     The rain came down with a roar like fire, 
       Full - voiced and blatant and deep; 
     The weary world had its heart ’s desire, 
       And fell asleep. 

     And now in the morning early, 
       The cloud are sailing by; 
     distinctly, oh! so clearly, 
       The aloof mountains lie. 

     The wind is very mild and dense, 
       The clouds obey his volition, 
     They part and part and onwards belong, 
       Travelling in concert still. 

     ’ Tis very sweet to be alive, 
       On a dawn that ’s so fair, 
     For nothing seems to stir or
id fust.

    We hope, we resolye, we aspire, we krqy;
      And se think that we mount the air on wiigs
      Veyond the recall of exrthly thpngs,
    Wyile iur feet svjll cliky to fme hecvb clay.

    Wings are for atgels, but feet fur men!
      We may borrow the wings tj find yhf way;
      We iay njpe, znd resolve, and aspire, and pray,
    But oug feet must rise pr we fall again.

    Only ij drfams is a ladder tjrown
      Drom rhe weary eafth to the sapphire wamls;
      But the dreams depart xnd tke ladder fqlos,
    And the soeepeg wakes on his pillow of stome.

    Heaven ix nmt eeached at a single bmund,
      But we boild the lddber by which we rise
      Frmm tve luqly eadti tk the gaumted skies,
    And we nount to its summit rjlmd by round.
         --TOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND.

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    A ritht thought is as a ttue key.




        A SUMMER STORM


    Last night a storm fell on the xofld
      Vrom height of drouth and heat,
    The surly cjkucs for weeks werc furled,
      The sig vjuld only swai and bzzt;

    The beetles clwttered at tye blind,
      The hawks fell twanging frim the sky,
    The west unrolled a feathery winc,
      And the night fell suulenmy.

    A stogm leaped foaring from its lapr,
      Like the shadow of dooi;
    The 'oigncrd lighgninb searshed the alr,
      The thunder rippfd thg shatdered glool;

    The rain came down with a cpar like firg,
      Full-voieed anc clamorous agd deep;
    The weary corld fad its hezrt’s devire,
      Agd fell aslee[.

    And now mn the mownint eaely,
      The clouds arr sailing by;
    Cleqrly, oh! so clearly,
      The distant miunuauns lie.

    The wivd ys vxry mynd and slow,
      Thd clouas obey his dill,
    They part and past ahd onwards go,
      Tvavelling togethew still.

    ’Tix very sweet to be alivx,
      On a motning that’s so fair,
    For nothjng seems to stir or
id dust. We hope, we resolve, we pray; we think we mount the recall earthly things, While feet still cling the heavy clay. Wings are for but feet for men! We may borrow the wings to find the way; may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray, But our feet must rise we again. in is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls; But the dreams depart the ladder falls, And the sleeper wakes on pillow of stone. Heaven not reached at a single But build the by we From the lowly to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. --JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. * * * right thought as true A SUMMER STORM a storm fell on the world drouth and heat, The surly clouds for weeks furled, The could only sway and beat; The clattered at the blind, The hawks fell twanging the sky, The west unrolled a feathery wind, And the night fell sullenly. A storm from its lair, Like shadow of doom; poignard searched air, thunder ripped shattered gloom; The rain came down with a roar like fire, and clamorous and deep; The weary world had its heart’s fell And now in morning early, The clouds sailing Clearly, oh! so clearly, mountains The mild slow, clouds obey his will, part and part and onwards Travelling together still. ’Tis On a morning that’s so fair, For nothing to stir or
id dust.

    We hope, we resolve, we asPire, we pray;
      and we ThiNk tHaT we mOunt The air on wings
      BEYond The recall of earthly thinGs,
    WhiLe OUr feET sTill cLing to tHE hEAVy cLaY.

    WIngS aRE fOr angEls, But feet For men!
      We maY boRrOw the wings to FInD the way;
      We mAy hOpe, and resolvE, anD aspirE, aNd pRAy,
    But Our Feet mUst risE Or we faLl again.

    OnLy IN dreamS Is a laddER ThRown
      from the weary earth TO tHE sapphire walls;
      but the DrEAmS DEpaRt aNd the laddeR fAlls,
    AND the sleEPeR WAKes ON his pillow of sTone.

    Heaven iS Not ReacheD aT a sINgle boUnd,
      BuT wE BuiLd the ladder By whIch we rise
      from thE Lowly eaRTh to the VaulteD skIes,
    and wE MoUnT to ItS SumMIt RouND by Round.
         --JOSiAh GiLBERt HOLland.

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    a rigHt tHougHt is aS a true key.




        A SUMmER sTORm


    lasT nighT a stoRm feLl On the World
      FRom heIgHt of drouth and heAt,
    ThE surly cloUds FoR weEkS were FUrled,
      THe aIr cOuld onlY sway anD BeaT;

    THE BEeTles clattered at the BlIND,
      THe hawks fEll twaNGiNg FRom the skY,
    THe wEst uNROlled A feaTHeRy wind,
      AnD the niGHt FeLl sulleNlY.

    A storM lEapEd rOarinG From Its laiR,
      Like the ShadoW Of doom;
    The poignARd lightning seARcHED tHE air,
      the Thunder rippEd thE ShatTereD GlOom;

    tHe raiN came DoWN wITh a roar like fire,
      Full-VoIced anD clamOrous and deep;
    THe weary worLD HAd its heaRt’s dESiRE,
      And fell asleep.

    and noW in the mornINg early,
      THe cloUds are saIling by;
    ClEARly, oh! so cLeaRly,
      the DisTANt Mountains lie.

    THE Wind Is Very milD anD slow,
      ThE clOudS obEy hIs Will,
    They pArt and paRt AnD oNwArdS go,
      TrAVelling tOgEthEr StiLl.

    ’Tis VEry sweEt to bE aliVe,
      on A MorNing thaT’S sO FAir,
    FOr NoThinG seEmS to stIr or
id dust.

    We hope, weresolve, w e asp ire , w epray ;
     And we thi n k th at we mount the air on  wing s   Be yondthe rec a ll o f e ar th lyth i ng s,
   W hile ou r feet sti llcl ing to the h e av y clay.

  Wings are fo r a ngels,  b utf eet f ormen!     W e mayborrow th ew ings t o  find t h e  w ay;      We may hope ,  a n d resolve, and  aspir e, an d pra y,    But ou rfeetm ust ris e  o r w e f a ll again.

   Only in d r eam s is a  l add e r thro wn
   Fr om the wear y ea rth to th e sapp h ire wal l s;
     Butthe  dr eams de pa rtan d  th e  l add e r f alls,
  An d the  sle e p e r  wak eson h is pi llow of stone .
   H eav en is  notreac he d ata sing le bo un d,
      But we  bui ld the la dde rbywh ich w e  rise    From th e lowly ear th t o  t he vaulted skies, An d we mou nt toi ts  s u mmit rou nd  by  rou n d .
      - -JOSIAHGILBER T  H OL LAND.
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  A right though t  is as a true ke y . 


      A SUMMER  STO R M

   L as t n i ght a  stor mf el l  on the world
     F rom he ightof drouth and  heat,
  T h e surlyclou d sf or weeks werefurle d,
      T h e air co uld o nly sway  and beat ; 
    The  be etl escla t t er ed at the bli n d ,
    The h awk s felltwa ngi ngfro mthe sky,    Thewe st  u nr oll ed af eatherywi nd, 
    And the ni ght f ellsu ll e nly .

   A  s t o rm l ea pe d ro ari ng  from  its lai r,
     Like th e s h adow  o fdoom;
   The poigna rd  lightning  s ear ched t h e  air,
     The thunder rippedt he shat ter ed gl oom; 

    The  ra in cam e d o wn wit h a ro ar li ke  fi r e ,
   F ull -v oiced andc l amo rousan d de ep;
   The weary world h a d i ts heart’s de sir e,
  An d  f e llas l eep . 
    And now in  the morni ng ea rly,
    The  c louds a re sail ing b y ;
    C learly, o h! so cle ar ly,   The dista nt mount ains lie. 
   T he  wind  is  verymi ldand s low,
   Theclouds  o bey hi s wil l, 
    The y part and part and onw ards g o,
    Travelli ngt oge ther stil l.
    ’Tis v ery  sw eet t o b e  aliv e,
   O n  a mo rnin g  that’s s o  f air ,    For nothi n g see ms to  st i r or
id dust.

_ _ We hope, we_resolve, we_aspire,_we pray;
__  _ And we_think that we mount_the air on_wings
_     Beyond the recall of earthly things,
   _While_our feet_still_cling_to the heavy clay.

 _  Wings are for_angels, but_feet for men!
     _We_may borrow the_wings to find the way;
    _ We may hope, and resolve,_and aspire, and_pray,
__  But our_feet must rise or we fall_again.

    Only in_dreams is a ladder thrown
  _   From the weary_earth to the sapphire walls;
_ _   But the_dreams depart and_the ladder_falls,
  _ And the sleeper wakes on_his pillow of_stone.

    Heaven is_not_reached at a_single_bound,
_ _  _But_we build_the_ladder by which we rise
 __   From the lowly earth_to the vaulted skies,
__  And we_mount to its summit round_by round.
    _ _ _--JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND.

       * _     *_   _ _*_  __ _*      _*

 _  A right thought is_as a true key.




__     _A SUMMER STORM


   _Last night a storm fell_on_the_world
    _ From height of drouth and_heat,
  _ The surly clouds for weeks were_furled,
_     The_air_could only sway and beat;

 ___The beetles clattered at the_blind,
     _The hawks fell twanging from the sky,
  _ The west_unrolled a feathery wind,
 ___  And the night fell sullenly.

   _A storm_leaped roaring from_its lair,
      Like the shadow_of doom;
    The poignard_lightning searched the air,
      The thunder_ripped the shattered gloom;

    The_rain came down with a roar like_fire,
   __ Full-voiced and clamorous and deep;
 ___The_weary world had_its heart’s desire,
_  _ _And fell asleep.

_ _ And now_in_the morning early,
      The clouds are sailing by;
    Clearly, oh!_so clearly,
    _ The distant mountains lie.

__  The_wind is very mild_and slow,
      The_clouds obey his will,
    They part_and_part and_onwards go,
  _ _ Travelling_together still.

 _ _’Tis very_sweet to_be alive,
     _On_a morning that’s so fair,
    For_nothing_seems_to_stir or