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Thus sung the kingsome angel reach a bough
From Eden's tree to crown the wisest brow;
And now thou fairest garden ever made,
Broad banks of spices, blossom'd walks of shade,
O Lebanon! where much I love to dwell,
Since I must leave thee Lebanon, farewel!

Vision X

© Khalil Gibran

There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands

Vox Corporis

© Sara Teasdale

The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.

Two Wishes XI

© Khalil Gibran

In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth

The Red Cross Nurse

© Katharine Lee Bates

ONE summer day, gleaming in memory,

We drove, my Joy and I,

Two Infants II

© Khalil Gibran

A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud

On A Country Life

© James Thomson

I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,
But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;
Where some remains of innocence appear,
Where no rude noise insults the listening ear;

Time XXI

© Khalil Gibran

And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

The Schoolhouse On The Plain

© Joseph Furphy

On the geodetic line, where the parish boundaries join
At a level and interminable lane
You can see it there, alone, standing calmly on its own,
Like an iceberg in a solitary main.
It's a topographic base, and each near or distant place
Is located from the Schoolhouse on the Plain.

The Widow and Her Son XXI

© Khalil Gibran

Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds

What The Heart Of The Poet Said To The 'Bulletin'

© Joseph Furphy

Tell me not in future numbers
That our thought becomes inane,
That our metre halts and lumbers,
When the Wattle blooms again.

The Poet VIII

© Khalil Gibran

He is a link between this and the coming world.
He is
A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.

Venice

© Frances Anne Kemble

Night in her dark array

Steals o'er the ocean,

The Playground of Life XIX

© Khalil Gibran

One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.

Yes, Atthis, you may be sure

© Sappho

of the life we shared here, when you seemed
the Goddess incarnate
to her and your singing pleased her best

The Palace and the Hut XXIX

Part One

A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine

GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings

Might bear thee to this glen,

The Life of Love XVI

Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment
And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and
They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of
the Night of Kedre.

The Dance To Death. Act IV

© Emma Lazarus

The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling.
To the right, at a table near the President's chair, is seated
the Public Scrivener. Enter DIETRICH VON TETTENBORN, and HENRY
SCHNETZEN with an open letter in his hand.