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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948).  The Little Book of Modern Verse.  1917.
121. Trumbull Stickney
By George Cabot Lodge
IN silence, solitude and stern surmise
  His faith was tried and proved commensurate
  With life and death. The stone-blind eyes of Fate
Perpetually stared into his eyes,
Yet to the hazard of the enterprise        5
  He brought his soul, expectant and elate,
  And challenged, like a champion at the Gate,
Death’s undissuadable austerities.
And thus, full-armed in all that Truth reprieves
  From dissolution, he beheld the breath        10
    Of daybreak flush his thought’s exalted ways,
While, like Dodona’s sad, prophetic leaves,
  Round him the scant, supreme, momentous days
    Trembled and murmured in the wind of Death.
There moved a Presence always by his side,
  With eyes of pleasure and passion and wild tears,
  And on her lips the murmur of many years,
And in her hair the chaplets of a bride;
And with him, hour by hour, came one beside,
  Scatheless of Time and Time’s vicissitude,        20
  Whose lips, perforce of endless solitude,
Were silent and whose eyes were blind and wide.
But when he died came One who wore a wreath
  Of star-light, and with fingers calm and bland
    Smoothed from his brows the trace of mortal pain;        25
And of the two who stood on either hand,
  “This one is Life,” he said, “And this is Death,
    And I am Love and Lord over these twain!”


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