A Harp Of The West Classic Reprint

Author : Isabel Richey
Publisher : Forgotten Books
ISBN 13 : 9780483839045
Total Pages : 74 pages
Book Rating : 4.8/5 (39 download)

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Download or read book A Harp of the West (Classic Reprint) written by Isabel Richey and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2018-01-24 with total page 74 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from A Harp of the West He slept, and his soul was uplifted, And borne on the Night's ebon breast, To lands where the red sun still sifted, His beams o'er the drouth-stricken West. The corn standing dead by the highways Bore nought Of the life-saving grain, The cattle that roamed in the byways Were seeking for moisture in vain. Oh think of the famine-struck masses, Oh, look on our harvest all sere! He saw the grim face of Starvation Look out from the half-open door, He saw the Storehouse of the Nation As bare as a wide threshing floor! He heard the babes calling for mercy, Oh, give of your millions to save! But nought from a plethoric purse, he To succor the needy ones gave! He sleeps, but his spirit is roaming Away from his body of clay, The shadows still dance in the gloaming, And bow to the gods of Cathay. He stands where the waters are sweeping The earth with a glittering scythe, He sees where the torrents are heaping Up bodies that fearfully writhe; The gold of a fair woman's tresses, The snow of her bosom all cold, Death touches with silent caresses, Then Clasps in a passionate fold. Out there, a pale arm in the darkness, Is laid on a pillow of moss, And cut by another whose starkness, Forms with it a white marble cross. He hears the weak moan of the dying, Storm-tossed on that ocean-swept shore, And voices of women there crying, Half lost in the elements roar. The winds say, Oh give to the needy! The waves say, The billows Of Time, Are heartless as we, and as greedy, They'll cover you, too, with their rime! He hears, but the love of his riches, Lies close to his world-hardened heart, Fills full all its corners and niches, And leaves for sweet Pity no part. He Slept, and he heard a voice calling, Come, look on the ocean of fire! Its terrors so red and appalling, Would satisfy Satan's desire! The glare of that furnace was blinding, The face of the heavens was white, The flames in their fury unwinding Had burned up the curtains of Night. The terrified creatures were moaning, And seeking for shelter in vain, The pines of the forest were groaning. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.