The Upper Trail

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Eaton and Mains, 1913 - 97 pages

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Page 64 - The earth also was corrupt before God, and the earth was filled with violence. And God looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth.
Page 49 - To-night IF I should die to-night My friends would look upon my quiet face, Before they laid it in its resting-place, And deem that death had left it almost fair, And laying snow-white flowers against my hair, Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, And fold my hands with lingering caress — Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night! If I should die to-night...
Page 65 - Master of human destinies am I, Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait, Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock, unbidden, once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise — before I turn away. It is the hour of fate...
Page 25 - Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry.
Page 50 - Some gentle word the frozen lips had said; Errands on which the willing feet had sped : The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words, would all be put aside. And so I should be loved and mourned to-night.
Page 50 - O friends ! I pray to-night, Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow. The way is lonely ; let me feel them now. Think gently of me ; I am travel-worn ; My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, O hearts estranged, forgive, I plead ! When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need The tenderness for which I long to-night.
Page 67 - Wail not for precious chances passed away ! Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say, "I can!
Page 68 - I can"; No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But he might rise and be again a man! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past, And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell; Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven: Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.
Page 65 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace— soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and...
Page 13 - O how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, To meet one another again!

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