| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Little Lonesome Soul | | By Frances Shaw |
| | | Through the pure ether | |
| And the heavenly air, | |
| A little wandering Soul | |
| Seeks everywhere its mother. | |
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| The little stars will play with thee; | 5 |
| The moon thy pretty boat shall be; | |
| The sun himself thy horse is he. | |
| Angels will guide thee in thy flight | |
| Straight to the gates of golden light. | |
| Why dost thou hide thee in the night? | 10 |
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| Through the pure ether | |
| And the heavenly air | |
| A little lonesome Soul | |
| Seeks everywhere its mother. | |
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| It trembles at its tiny wings; | 15 |
| It fears the harp the angel brings, | |
| Nor knows the song the angel sings. | |
| It only wants, if it should cry, | |
| To feel its mother’s hand close by, | |
| To hear its mother’s lullaby. | 20 |
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| Through the pure ether | |
| And the heavenly air | |
| A little lonesome Soul | |
| Seeks everywhere its mother. | | | | |
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