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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
782. Force
By Edward Rowland Sill
THE STARS know a secret
  They do not tell;
And morn brings a message
  Hidden well.
There ’s a blush on the apple,        5
  A tint on the wing,
And the bright wind whistles,
  And the pulses sting.
Perish dark memories!
  There ’s light ahead;        10
This world’s for the living,
  Not for the dead.
In the shining city,
  On the loud pave,
The life-tide is running        15
  Like a leaping wave.
How the stream quickens,
  As noon draws near!
No room for loiterers,
  No time for fear.        20
Out on the farm lands
  Earth smiles as well;
Gold-crusted grain-fields,
  With sweet, warm smell;
Whir of the reaper,        25
  Like a giant bee;
Like a Titan cricket,
  Thrilling with glee.
On mart and meadow,
  Pavement or plain;        30
On azure mountain,
  Or azure main,—
Heaven bends in blessing;
  Lost is but won;
Goes the good rain-cloud,        35
  Comes the good sun:
Only babes whimper,
  And sick men wail,
And faint hearts and feeble hearts,
  And weaklings fail.        40
Down the great currents
  Let the boat swing;
There was never winter
  But brought the spring.


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