| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1019. My Letter |
| | | By Grace Denio Litchfield |
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| FROM far away, from far away, | |
| It journeyed swiftly night and day, | |
| It rested not. With cruel haste | |
| It crossed the ocean’s trackless waste. | |
| It swerved no moment in its flight | 5 |
| Through mist and storm and deepest night. | |
| No mercy prompted it to stay, | |
| No pity moved it to delay. | |
| O’er seas that rose up to detain, | |
| Silent as Death it sped amain. | 10 |
| Through cities crowding close and strong, | |
| Undazed, untired, it fled along. | |
| No voice cried out through all the land, | |
| Great Heaven saw, yet stirred no hand. | |
| No angel, kinder than the rest, | 15 |
| Held his white shield before my breast. | |
| Across the land, across the sea, | |
| Straight, swift, and sure, it came to me! | |
| Unlet, unhindered, undeterred, | |
| Straight, swift, and sure, it brought me word! | 20 |
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