A Girl's Faith

Across the miles that stretch between,
    Through days of gloom or glad sunlight,
There shines a face I have not seen
    Which yet doth make my world more bright.

He may be near, he may be far,
    Or near or far I cannot see,
But faithful as the morning star
    He yet shall rise and come to me.

What though fate leads us separate ways,
    The world is round, and time is fleet.
A journey of a few brief days,
    And face to face we two shall meet.

Shall meet beneath God's arching skies,
    While suns shall blaze, or stars shall gleam,
And looking in each other's eyes
    Shall hold the past but as a dream.

But round and perfect and complete,
    Life like a star shall climb the height,
As we two press with willing feet
    Together toward the Infinite.

And still behind the space between,
    As back of dawns the sunbeams play,
There shines the face I have not seen,
    Whose smile shall wake my world to-day.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet, born on November 5, 1850, and died on October 30, 1919. She was known for her works expressing optimistic views and moral lessons. Her most famous book was 'Poems of Passion'. Her poem 'Solitude' contains the famous lines, 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone'. Over her career, Wilcox became popularly known as a 'people's poet'.

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A Girl's Faith.

Across the miles that stretch between,
    Through days of gloom or glad sunlight,
There shines a face I have not seen
    Which yet doth make my world more bright.

He may be near, he may be far,
    Or near or far I cannot see,
But faithful as the morning star
    He yet shall rise and come to me.

What though fate leads us separate ways,
    The world is round, and time is fleet.
A journey of a few brief days,
    And face to face we two shall meet.

Shall meet beneath God's arching skies,
    While suns shall blaze, or stars shall gleam,
And looking in each other's eyes
    Shall hold the past but as a dream.

But round and perfect and complete,
    Life like a star shall climb the height,
As we two press with willing feet

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Their Faces

O Beautiful white Angels! who control
The inner workings of each poet soul,
Thou who hast touched my mind with tender graces
Come near to me that I may see thy faces.

Me, didst thou bless before I came to earth;
Me, hast thou kissed, and dowered at my birth,
With such a wealth of sweet imaginings,
That, even in sleep, my dreaming fancy sings.

Sometimes when seeing snow-white clouds at noon,
Or watching silver shadows from the moon,
Within my soul has stirred a joy like fear,
As if some kindred spirit lingered near.

Come closer, Angels! thou whose haloed wings
Do gild for me the meanest ways and things,
With beauty borrowed from the Infinite -
Stand forth, let me behold thee in the light.

O thought supreme!    O death!    O life! unknown...

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The Land Between

Between the little Here and larger Yonder,
    There is a realm (or so one day I read)
Where faithful spirits love-enchained may wander,
    Till some remembering soul from earth has fled.
Then, reunited, they go forth afar,
From sphere to sphere, where wondrous angels are.

Not many spirits in that realm are waiting;
    Not many pause upon its shores to rest;
For only love, intense and unabating,
    Can hold them from the longer, higher quest.
And after grief has wept itself to sleep,
Few hearts on earth their vital memories keep.

Should I pass on, across the mystic border,
    Let thy love link me to that pallid land;
I would not seek the heavens of finer order
    Until thy barque had left this coarser strand.
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Together

We two in the fever, and fervour, and glow
    Of life's high tide have rejoiced together.
We have looked out over the glittering snow,
    And known we were dwelling in summer weather.
For the seasons are made by the heart, I hold,
    And not by the outdoor heat or cold.

We two in the shadows of pain and fear
    Have journeyed together in dim, dark places,
Where black-robed sorrow walked to and fro,
    And fear and trouble with phantom faces
Peered out upon us, and froze our blood,
    Though June's fair roses were all in bud.

We two have measured all depths, all heights;
    We have bathed in tears, we have sunned in laughter;
We have known all sorrow, and all delights,
    They never could keep us apart hereafter.
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Together

We two in the fever and fervour and glow
    Of life's high tide have rejoiced together;
We have looked out over the glittering snow,
    And known we were dwelling in Summer weather,
For the seasons are made by the heart I hold,
And not by outdoor heat or cold.

We two, in the shadows of pain and woe,
    Have journeyed together in dim, dark places,
Where black-robed Sorrow walked to and fro,
    And Fear and Trouble, with phantom faces,
Peered out upon us and froze our blood,
Though June's fair roses were all in bud.

We two have measured all depths, all heights,
    We have bathed in tears, we have sunned in laughter!
We have known all sorrows and delights -
    They never could keep us apart hereafter.
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I, Too

I saw fond lovers in that glow
    That oft-times fades away too soon:
I saw and said, 'Their joy I know -
    I, too, have had my honeymoon.'

A young expectant mother's gaze
    Held earth and heaven within its scope:
My thoughts went back to holy days -
    I said, 'I, too, have known that hope.'

I saw a stricken mother swayed
    By sorrow's storm, like wind-blown grass:
I said, 'I, too, dismayed
    Have seen the little white hearse pass.'

I saw a matron rich with years
    Walk radiantly beside her mate:
I blessed them, and said through my tears,
    'I, too, have known that high estate.'

I saw a woman swathed in black
    So blind with grief she could not see:
I said, 'Not far need I look back -
    I, too, have kno...

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