The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

A LINE FROM EMERSON.



TO thy soul’s highest instincts, Oh, be true,
     Though thick around thy heaven-girt solitude
          The earth’s low aims, low thoughts, low wants shall teem.
The myriad voices of the world shall sue
     With scorn, persuasive wile, or clamors rude.

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          “But thou, God’s darling, heed thy private dream!”
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