Mary Clemmer (Mary Clemmer Ames)

A shining isle in a stormy sea,
We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
To-day is read more

A shining isle in a stormy sea,
We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
To-day is sad. In the bland To-be,
Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.

To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
"Written in water," swiftly fades thy name;
But he who read more

To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
"Written in water," swiftly fades thy name;
But he who loves his kind does, first and late,
A work too late for fame.

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul.

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul.

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost,
Who sums the treasure that it carries hence?
Torn, trampled read more

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost,
Who sums the treasure that it carries hence?
Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost,
Star-eyed intelligence?