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Emma Catherine Embury Quotes

1806–1863 United States

Emma Catherine Embury (née Manley; February 25, 1806 – February 10, 1863) was an American writer and poet. Under the pen name of "Ianthe", she contributed to the periodicals of the day, and is considered among the pioneers of female literature in the United States.

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The gathered rose, and the stolen heart,
Can charm but for a day.

When the glad sun, exulting in his might,
Comes from the dusky-curtain'd tents of night.

There dwelleth in the sinlessness of youth
A sweet rebuke that vice may not endure.

Peace, sweet Peace, is always found
In her eternal home on holy ground.

— The grave's dark portal
Soon shuts this world of shadows from our view,
Then shall we grasp realities immortal,
If to the truth within us we are true.

Number the riches by thy memory hoarded,
Relics of joys thy by-past years have known, —
How many real things has life afforded?
How much true light was o'er thy pathway thrown?

Sorrow treads heavily, and leaves behind
A deep impression e’en when she departs;
While joy trips by, with steps light as the wind,
And scarcely leaves a trace upon our hearts
Of the faint footfalls, only this is sure —
In this world nought, save suffering can endure.

Oh never yet did Peace her chaplet twine,
To lay upon base Mammon’s sordid shrine,
Where Earth’s most precious things are bought and sold;
Thrown on that pile, the "pearl of price" would be
Despised, because unfit for merchantry.

Like lamps in Eastern sepulchres,
Amid my heart’s deep gloom,
Affection sheds its holiest light
Upon my husband’s tomb.
And, as those lamps, if brought once more
To upper air grow dim,
So my soul’s love is cold and dead,
Unless it glow for him.

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Emma Catherine Embury (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.