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O child! dear child!
Above the clouds I lift my wing
To hear the bells of Heaven ring;
Some of their music, though my flights be wild,
To Earth I bring;
Then let me soar and sing!

— Edmund Clarence Stedman The Singer (1860)

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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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