I have before me hundreds of small sheets of paper upon
From forth the sun's own fire, albeit that fire
Be not a great, may permeate the air
With the fierce hot- if but, perchance, the air
Be of condition and so tempered then
As to be kindled, even when beat upon
Only by little particles of heat-
Just as we sometimes see the standing grain
Or stubble straw in conflagration all
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- he often spent much time with the white foreman of the
- ‘O darling, you could hardly wish to keep him back, when
- before me as I had at thirteen. I am in my forty-sixth
- ‘You are in the furnace, my precious sister,—a hotter
- the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
- ‘I will not write much to you now, darling. I am going
- me.... Easter has its peculiar message of hope and joy
- give much variety, though I sometimes sing “Rock of Ages”
- Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
- read what was written in those volumes, to which a tenfold