Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
“Many Things Thou hast Given me, Dear Heart”
By Alice Wellington Rollins (1847–1897)[Born in Boston, Mass., 1847. Died in Bronxville, N. Y., 1897.]
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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
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;
Lest heaven itself should dawn to me, complete
In joy, not the surprise I dreamed ’twould be,
But simply as the natural and sweet
Continuance of days spent here with thee.
The Ring of Amethyst. 1878.