Stray Pebbles from the Shores of Thought

BY ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD
BOSTON Press of T. O. Metcalf & Co. 1892
COPYRIGHT 1892 BY ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD


I loafe and invite my soul. And what do I feel? An influx of life from the great central power That generates beauty from seedling to flower.
I loafe and invite my soul. And what do I hear? Original harmonies piercing the din Of measureless tragedy, sorrow, and sin.
I loafe and invite my soul. And what do I see? The temple of God in the perfected man Revealing the wisdom and end of earth's plan.
August, 1891.

DAY.
Trip lightly, joyous hours, While Day her heart reveals. Such wealth from secret bowers King Time himself ne'er steals. O joy, King Time ne'er steals!