A Picture.

        I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
    One solitary picture struck my eye:
    A distant ploughboy stood against the sky -
        How far he seemed above the noisy town!

        Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
    Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
    And, watching him, I asked myself if I
        In very truth stood half as near to God.

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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    Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night.
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Nothing But Stones

I think I never passed so sad an hour,
    Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night.
The edifice from basement to the tower
    Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light.
Up through broad aisles the stylish crowd was thronging,
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"Here will I bring my sorrow and my longing,"
    I said, "and here find rest."

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Wrapt in the costly furs, and silks, and laces,
    Beat alien hearts, that had no part with me.
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Estranged

So well I knew your habits and your ways,
That like a picture painted on the skies,
At the sweet closing of the summer days,
    You stand before my eyes.

I see you on the old verandah there,
While slow the shadows of the twilight fall,
I see the very carving on the chair
    You tilt against the wall.

The West grows dim.    The faithful evening star
Comes out and sheds its tender patient beam.
I almost catch the scent of your cigar,
    As you sit there and dream.

But dream of what?    I know your outward life -
Your ways, your habits; know they have not changed.
But has one thought of me survived the strife
    Since we two were estranged?

I know not of the workings of your heart;
And yet I sometimes make myself believe
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A Burial

To-day I had a burial of my dead.
    There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed -
    I only turned a picture to the wall.

A picture that had hung within my room
    For years and years; a relic of my youth.
It kept the rose of love in constant bloom
    To see those eyes of earnestness and truth.

At hours wherein no other dared intrude,
    I had drawn comfort from its smiling grace.
Silent companion of my solitude,
    My soul held sweet communion with that face.

I lived again the dream so bright, so brief,
    Though wakened as we all are by some Fate;
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    And did not leave me wholly desolate.

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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:
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An Old Song

Two roadways lead from this land to That, and one is the road of Prayer;
And one is the road of Old-time Songs, and every note is a stair.

A shabby old man with a music machine on the sordid city street;
But suddenly earth seemed Arcady, and life grew young and sweet.
For the city street fled, and the world was green, and a little house stood by the sea;
And she came singing a martial air (she who was peace itself);
She brought back with her the old, strange charm, of mingled pathos and glee -

With her eyes of a child in a woman's face, and her soul of a saint in an elf.
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