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Hopeless of all he dared to hope so long,
The music born within him dies away;
Even the song he loved becomes a pain,
Full-freighted with a yearning all in vain.

— Edmund Clarence Stedman

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The crystal-pointed tents from hill to hill.

Alice of Monmouth: an Idyl of the Great War (1864)

O, our feeble tests of greatness! Look for one so calm of soul
As to take the even chalice of his life and drink the whole.
Noble deeds are held in honor, but the wide world sorely needs
Hearts of patience to unravel this, — the worth of common deeds.

Flood-Tide (1860)

Give me to die unwitting of the day,
And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!

Alas, by what rude fate
Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
Then part forever on their courses fleet.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed
Your sustenance and birthright are.

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