| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 975. Many Things Thou Hast Given Me, Dear Heart |
| | | By Alice Wellington Rollins |
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| MANY things thou hast given me, dear heart; | |
| But one thing thou hast taken: that high dream | |
| Of heaven as of a country that should seem | |
| Beyond all glory that divinest art | |
| Has pictured:—with this I have had to part | 5 |
| Since knowing thee;—how long, love, will the gleam | |
| Of each day’s sunlight on my pathway stream, | |
| Richer than what seemed richest at the start? | |
| Make my days happy, love; yet I entreat | |
| Make not each happier than the last for me; | 10 |
| Lest heaven itself should dawn to me, complete | |
| In joy, not the surprise I dreamed ’t would be, | |
| But simply as the natural and sweet | |
| Continuance of days spent here with thee. | |
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