Life's Sunbeams and Shadows; Poems and Prose, with Appendix Including Biographical and Historical Notes in Prose, Volume 4Bancroft Company, 1893 Anthology of California student poems, with "Appendix B. A Record of Pioneer Public School Work in California." |
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Aeolia afar Alta California amid life's angels beaming beauteous beneath Beware bless blest blush breast bright California cheer chime Clark's Point clime crest dear divine dollars doth dream dust E'en e'er earth EDWIN MARKHAM eternal eyes fade fate flower forever free public school gleaming Glens glow God's gold golden grief hand Happy Valley School haste hath heart Heaven heavenly honored hope hush J. C. Pelton James Cooley Joaquin Miller John McDougal journey labor land light lyre morn mountain ne'er neath night o'er onward peace phantoms prayer realms rest roll ROSE HARTWICK THORPE Samuel Brannan San Francisco scarcely school system shadows sigh silent skies sleep smile soon sorrow soul star storm sunbeams Superintendent sweet teacher tears thee thine thou toil Vivérols voice wandering weary whispers winds yond
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Página 39 - The narrow, or the broad. Two more little hands To work for good or ill; Two more little eyes ; Another little will. Another heart to love, Receiving love again; And so the baby came, A thing of joy and pain.
Página 67 - Together find in Viverols. Love, we may wander far or near, The sun shines bright o'er Viverols, Green is the grass, the skies are clear : No clouds obscure our pathway, dear, Where Love is there is Viverols, There is no other Viverols.
Página 86 - His home is in the heights: to him Men wage a battle weird and dim, Life is a mission stern as fate, And Song a dread apostolate. The toils of prophecy are his, To hail the coming centuries— To ease the steps and lift the load Of souls that falter on the road.
Página 75 - A host of poppies, a flight of swallows; A flurry of rain and a wind that follows Shepherds the leaves in the sheltered hollows For the forest is shaken and thinned. Over my head are the firs for rafter, The crows blow south, and my heart goes after; I kiss my hands to the world with laughter — Is it Aidenn or mystical Ind? Oh, the whirl of the fields in the windy weather; How the barley breaks and blows together. Oh, glad is the free bird afloat on the heather, Oh, the whole world is glad of the...
Página 66 - Viverols. Perchance upon its terraced heights The grapes grow purple in the sun ; Or down its wild untrodden crags, Its broken cliffs and frost-bit jags, The mountain brooks unfettered run. I cannot fancy Viverols A place of gaudy pomp and show, A " Grand Etablissement des Eaux," Where to restore their withered lives The roues of the city go.
Página 67 - Mid vapors out from Dreamland blown ; Built up from vague remembrances, That never yet had form in stone, Its castles built of cloud alone. I only know should thou and I Through its old walls of crumbling stone Together wander all alone, No spot on earth could be more fair Than ivy-covered Viverols ! No grass be greener anywhere, No bluer sky nor softer air Than we should find in Viverols. Love, we may wander far or near, The sun shines bright o'er Viverols...
Página 86 - To ease the steps and lift the load Of souls that falter on the road. The perilous music that he hears Falls from the vortice of the spheres. He presses on before the race, And sings out of a silent place. Like faint notes of a forest bird On heights afar that voice is heard ; And the dim path he breaks to-day Will some time be a trodden way. But when the race comes toiling on That voice of wonder will be gone — Be heard on higher peaks afar, Moved upward with the morning star. O men of earth,...
Página 146 - Creondae drove Full many a beauteous flock through many a grove ; Yet when expiring life could charm no more, And their sad spirits sought the Stygian shore ; Their grandeur vanish'd with their vital breath, And riches could not follow them in death...
Página 37 - Yea, God knows I have walked with night; I have not seen, I have not known Such light as beats upon His throne. I know I could not bear such light; Therefore, I beg, sad sister true, To share your shadow-world with you. I love you, love you, maid of night, Your perfumed breath, your dreamful eyes, Your holy silences, your sighs Of mateless longing; your delight When night says, Hang on yon moon's horn Your russet gown, and rest till morn.
Página 256 - 3d. The number of scholars shall not exceed the number of one hundred; and no scholar shall be admitted under the age of four or over the age of sixteen. "4th. All persons desirous of having their children instructed in said school shall first obtain an order from the Chairman of the Committee...