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Title: A bar of song
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Harman, Henry Elliot, 1866-1928
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Publisher: Columbia, S.C., State Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ystery beach, with its clean swept sands of gold;The wild trees lean, with arms to the seaward, grievingFor the tale of wrecks that remain forever nntold. Ill Night off the point of the cape—full moon a cloud and the sea:Just these and that unsolved mysteryOf darkness and silence, that storms through the soul in its plightWhen alone with itself and the nio-ht. 77 DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD Somewhere Ive read in an olden book This legend, gray with the moss of age; That a traveler, weary in step and look, Went forth on his last long pilgrimage. At the golden gate, all deftly wrought, He paused, in awe, at its beauty rare. For in his hands no gift he brought That would pass him in through the portals fair,Save this: that he carried within his soulThe blessed love of a childish face.The only thing in the scanty tollOf an empty life that he could trace.But seeing the gift St. Peter said:^No richer thing can a mortal bring;Behold the gates wide open swingFor one, whom a little child has led. 78
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The blessed love of a childish face. LOVES CAPTIVITY Ah! Since you came and took your place withinThe garden of my soul, new flowrs have grownIn wild luxuriance there; and these have blownTheir perfume all about. Your smile has been,Dear one, like olden wine, and life to meInstead, with freedom sown.Is hedged al)out with Loves captivity. Though I be slave I love my serfdom well.The stronger chains you forge about my willAre welcome, for they hold me close and still,Near to the holy place where you must dwell.Take all my dream of other years than thisAnd these upon the restless waters strew:I want but this: my servitude for you.Behold my lips are passioned for your kiss. I have known freedom, but how dull now seemThose years of liberty, before you came.I even knew the petted touch of fame.But these dissolve, like some forgotten dreamBefore the glory which your love has brought.And these strong chains your little hands havewrought. 80 LOVES LITTLE WORLD Where the hearthstone embers smou

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