| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The World Cry | | By Mary Aldis |
| | | JOY, light, and love I crave | |
| And shall discover— | |
| Life’s wild adventure opening to my will: | |
| High thought and brave, | |
| The rapture of a lover, | 5 |
| The Vision gleaming from yon western hill. | |
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| Beyond my present sight | |
| There lies some sweet allure, | |
| Some crested glory waiting to be won; | |
| Shimmering in light, | 10 |
| Beautiful and sure, | |
| Beckoning bright hands that call me on. | |
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| I know not where it lies, | |
| Nor whither I go, nor how | |
| The way is paved—with pleasure or with pain; | 15 |
| But the search is in my eyes, | |
| And the dust upon my brow | |
| Shall turn to aureoled gold when I attain. . . . . . . . . . | |
| Oh, old old hope— | |
| Unfulfilled desire! | 20 |
| Pitiful the faith, | |
| Beautiful the fire! | |
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| Know, soul who criest, | |
| Thy gleaming from afar, | |
| Thy quest of wild adventure, | 25 |
| Thy sweet far star | |
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| Shall be the bitter path | |
| To a high stern goal; | |
| So bow thy head | |
| To thine own soul. | 30 | | | |
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