{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3837", "width": "2437", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "unc\\nmm\\nIB\\nMB\\nHM\\nf\\nI -T\\nraH", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "5^\\nA Bunch\\n\u00c2\u00bbof\u00c2\u00ab\\nImmortelles\\nAnd\\nOther Poems\\nBy\\nLila Frost Sprague\\n1900", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nLibrary c essfe\\n$1900\\nRegister ef\\n5;\\nJAN 13 1SO0\\nCopyrighted 1899\\nby\\nLila Frost Sprague.\\nAll Rights Reserved.\\ne\\nsfeco^D copy,\\nTradesman Company,\\nPrinters,\\nGrand Rapids, Mich,", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "To Delia,", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "The rains have ceased.\\nSoftly the breezes blow,\\nBringing the breath of violets.\\nThe wild honey-suckle blooms,\\nAnd the peach buds swell\\nAlong the forest path\\nWhere we have walked together.\\nPleasant is the song of birds,\\nAnd all the gentle sounds\\nWhich nature makes\\nTo waken up the earth.\\nI know it is the same to other eyes\\nThe sweet renewal of the miracle of life.\\nOn other ears the melody of spring\\nFalls with no note of sadness.\\nBut for me the beauty of the world is veiled.\\nThe murmurs of the spring come sadly to my ears,\\nLonging for the music of thy voice.\\nThe honey-suckles droop their heads,\\nThe violets yield their incense up less gladly,\\nAnd there s a shadow on the sun, to-day,\\nBecause I walk alone.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Love, walking in green pastures,\\nWhere still waters flow through banks of asphodel\\n1 would not have you less than blessed\\nBut the questioning thought will cling,\\nIf sometimes you listen for my coming feet\\nWill my voice make sweeter to your ear\\nThe heavenly harmony and the angels song?\\nYou walk celestial paths with knowledge\\n1 with faltering faith the ways of earth\\nAnd I would feel your love yearn earthward,\\nTo strengthen when the time seems long.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "The wide, wide ocean and an hundred sails\\nThe land, wild rose thickets and a breath of pine\\nGod s spirit resting on the waters,\\nThe Infinite Thought thrilling through the earth;\\nIn human hearts a sense of joy,\\nA prayer of thankfulness,\\nA song of the fulness of life.\\nThe sea and a roar of crested waves\\nA rising mist and hidden sails;\\nThe shore, thorn thickets and the moaning\\nof the pines\\nA home, and the shadow of death drawing near,\\nA prayer for help, a cry of desolation\\nA swift memory of the brightness past,\\nA wail for the loneliness to come.\\nThe peace that passeth understanding touching\\na beloved face,\\nAnd then God s healing love making alike the\\nbrightness and the mist.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Evening\\nThe distant beating of the sea upon the shore\\nDeep wooded hills;\\nWarm waves of air through spicy lanes\\nAn odor of pine\\nA breath of wild rose\\nA nightingale s song\\nA whisper of love.\\nMorning\\nThe sound of the ebbing tide\\nThe stirring of the breeze upon the hills\\nA sighing through the pines\\nA breath of fallen petals\\nA gleam of new buds\\nThe seabird s lonely cry;\\nA distant sail\\nA memory forever.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Grant this one prayer, O Death\\nAs I pass with thee to the unknown land,\\nThat I may cross the Lethean stream,\\nNor taste its chilling waters.\\nMy years have had their sorrows,\\nSweet voices called to me\\nAnd passed into the silence,\\nTender eyes smiled into mine,\\nThen closed to sleep beneath the flowers.\\nAnd I have known the scorching brand of sin,\\nI have walked lamely in the path of right.\\nBut the fair earth has clothed herself in green,\\nOr folded on her snowy mantle before my happy\\nsight.\\nLove has led me where the birds were singing;\\nTogether we have stood beside the pleasant sea\\nAnd watched the sinking sun pile up his golden\\nbillows.\\nI have felt the touch of children s fingers in my\\nhair,\\nThe pressure of their lips upon my breast,\\nThe music of their voices filled my ears\\nTill all the world s sound seemed joyous.\\nGladly I ll drink my tears, O Death!\\nI ll bear my scars through all eternity;\\nBut let me keep the memory of my happy years.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Sunset\\nA crimson glory on sea and sky\\nA mellow tinge touching the distant hills\\nThe bay, a stretch of opal light\\nA boat upon the placid waters\\nLove waiting on the other side.\\nTwilight:\\nThe fading glow dark shadows on the hills\\nBlack waters a sudden sweep of wind\\nA leaping of white spray\\nA cry from the shore\\nAn answering cry from the sea\\nAnd then only the sound of wind and waves\\nFilling the darkness.\\nMorning\\nGlowing sky, and green hills rising above the mists\\nPeaceful waters, and an empty boat drifting with\\nthe tide\\nLove still waiting on the shore,\\nAnd over all the infinite mystery of God.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "An acacia with its yellow bloom\\nA shimmer of olive leaves\\nThe vineyard s purple gleam\\nSunshine in the valley\\nA child s joyous laugh;\\nA mother s song.\\nDropping leaves and fading bloom\\nDust upon the olive leaves\\nThe vineyard s falling fruit;\\nA cloud over the valley\\nA little grave\\nA mother s sob.\\nFresh green upon the olive leaves\\nNew fragrance in the acacia s bud;\\nThe blossoming grape gleaming in the valley\\nBrown violets springing from the little grave\\nRevelation in the land\\nA mother s song of hope.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Life wooed the earth.\\nDarkness covered the land, but fear was passed\\naway.\\nThe air was full of tender feeling\\nThere was a murmuring sound which was neither\\nthe twittering of birds,\\nNor the rippling of water, nor the rustling of leaves.\\nIt was the voice of love answering the call of life.\\nThe darkness deepened,\\nAll sounds died away into an expectant hush,\\nThe stillness thrilled as with the breath of an\\nawakening sleeper.\\nA tinge of gray light touched the east, a shaft of\\nred pierced the gray.\\nDawn melted into morning, winter into spring.\\nEarth lay smiling in her bridal robes.\\nThe grass was green, the wind flowers were bloom-\\ning on the hills.\\nPink buds were swelling everywhere\\nAnd everywhere a sound of harmony, a strain of\\nmelody floating through space.\\nIt was still not the singing of birds, nor the flowing\\nof water,\\nIt was not the fanning of butterflies wings,\\nNor the stirring of roots in their earthy beds,\\nNor the rushing of sap through young branches.\\nIt was all of these mingling together in one divine\\nsong of love and life.\\nO infinite transforming Mystery, touch thou our\\nlives\\nAnd renew thy spirit within us.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Noontide\\nA dead land wrapped in a brown shroud lying\\nunder a burning sun\\nDrear gray mountains keeping watch\\nA cayote s cry from the desert\\nA cloud of dust in the air.\\nMidnight\\nA mist floating in from the sea\\nA sense of coming life\\nA thrill in the darkness\\nA sound of softly falling rain\\nMorning dawning\\nA veiled sun in the eastern sky;\\nA mantle of green folding a living valley\\nA gleam of emerald on the mountain side\\nThe meadow lark s whistling song;\\nA breath of orange bloom upon the breeze\\nLight, sound, beauty, life.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "I saw a gleam of blue waters and a stretch of yel-\\nlow sand\\nWide daisy fields and drifts of orchard bloom.\\nI heard a child s laugh and a robin s song.\\nThere came a ripple on the waters,\\nAnd a shadow fell across the sand\\nThe daisies bowed their heads\\nA shower of orchard bloom dropped down\\nA sudden silence\\nThe child no longer laughed,\\nThe robin s song was hushed.\\nThe angel of death was passing on his way\\nThe sweet world knew, only I did not understand.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Lethe\\nI had watched beside her many days. I had meant\\nto speak. I had longed to whisper some word of trust\\nand hope to say, His ways will be made plain.\\nNow the end had come, and the silence was unbroken\\nbetween us.\\nAfter all, although my own faith in the infinite ten-\\nderness had never failed, what meaning could my\\nassurances have for her? My children came at dusk,\\nand laid their sunny heads upon my breast. Those\\nwhom she had clasped with the same thrill of mother-\\nlove wandered somewhere in the world, in what outer\\ndarkness she knew not and long ago she had ceased to\\npray that God would lead them home.\\nMy life was blessed with the love of one who\\nwalked strong and helpful among his fellowmen. He\\nto whom she had looked with the same proud hope had\\nfaltered and fallen; and, when he died, men spoke of\\nhis years as of a list of failures.\\nShe had loved him to the last. She had been faith-\\nful and tender as her loyal nature told her a wife should\\nbe. But in her heart she had never forgiven his weak-\\nness. I want no hereafter, she had once said in a\\nrare moment of confidence. There can be no place nor\\ncondition of happiness without its possibility of pain.\\nPain has always outweighed joy with me. I would\\nrather have no chances in a future where my experi-\\nence might repeat itself.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Perhaps it was as well that I had not spoken, that\\nno word had roused the bitter memories, no unwise\\nsuggestion jarred the sensitive feelings into pain.\\nThe sleep of life passed quietly into the sleep of\\ndeath. The autumn sunshine flooded the room as the\\nchange came, and touched the sad face with a tender\\nradiance. I knelt for a moment beside her, although\\nno prayer came to my lips and no tears to my eyes.\\nShe had suffered so much, tears would be selfish. She\\nhad hoped only for 4 dust to dust, and I dared not\\npray that her hope might be unfulfilled.\\nWhen I arose and moved softly out, the sun was in\\nthe west. The light made a silver path across the\\nwaters of the bay. The white clouds were breaking into\\npurple and gold. A sense of my own loss and the mys-\\ntery of our lot came over me as I sank down upon the\\nsand and looked out at the shifting colors of sea and\\nsky.\\nWorn with watching, I must have slept and\\ndreamed for the sea disappeared, although the sound\\nof softly flowing water was still in my ears. I saw a\\nriver, white with lotus blooms, winding through banks\\nof mist. A boatman waited at his oars.\\nAs I gazed, wondering, a woman passed through\\nthe shadows near me, and paused at the water s edge.\\nThe boatman stood up, and held out his hand to her.\\nThis is the river of forgetfulness, he said.\\nWill you stoop and drink before you cross?\\nI could not see the woman s face but she bent for-\\nward, and I could hear the touch of eagerness in her", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "I shall forget, she said, that my hopes failed?\\nYou will forget that you ever hoped, the boat-\\nman answered.\\nShe bent nearer to the water.\\nI shall forget that I could not forgive him? she\\nsaid.\\nYou will forget that you ever loved him, he\\nanswered.\\nThe words seemed to stir some far-away memory,\\nfor she started and stood up. Then she bent lower.\\nI shall forget, she said, that my little ones left\\nmy arms. I shall forget how I have cried for them in\\nthe darkness, when they did not come. I shall forget\\nthat they lost the right way, and my voice could not\\ncall them back.\\nYou will forget it all, the boatman said. You\\nwill forget that your arms ever held them. You will\\nforget the pressure of their lips upon your breast. You\\nwill forget the touch of their dimpled hands in your\\nhair. You will forget\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut she was not stooping now. She had raised\\nherself as he spoke, and was walking toward the boat.\\nShe stepped in.\\nRow me across, she said. I will not drink.\\nI watched the boat glide in and out among the lotus\\nblooms. As it neared the other bank, the mists parted.\\nI caught a glimpse of sunny slopes and fair meadow-\\nlands, and one coming with a wistful look in his eyes\\nto meet the boat. The woman rose, and stretched out\\nher arms. The wistful look went out of his eyes in a\\nflash of joy as their hands met. He bowed his head as", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "one who is forgiven. She lifted hers as if a weight was\\ngone, and the light fell upon her face.\\nThen they turned toward the sunny slopes, and the\\nmists rolled down. I heard the dip of the boatman s\\noar and saw the sea with the silver path across it, the\\nsetting sun, and the purple clouds.\\nkJ", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Inland\\nThe day has passed into the west,\\nThe yellow fields have yielded up their sheaves.\\nI hear the evening song of reapers,\\nAnd the low of cattle gathering to the fold\\nThe soft leaves rustle, and the night-birds call\\nAnd peace lies all across the land.\\nFather, I thank thee for it all\\nFor the yellow harvest and the twilight rest;\\nFor these peaceful valleys where men dwell\\nAs in the hollow of thine hand\\nBut, oh, to feel thy breath within the ocean s\\nbreeze\\nTo feel the salt spray dash upon my face\\nTo hear the sea-gulls cry and the deep surf roar\\nTo let my heart leap out with the rushing tide,\\nAnd my blood keep pace with the flowing wave\\nTo know again life s fulness and its joy;\\nTo stand once more above the Golden Gate", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Renewal\\nI heard the sound of trade, and my ear lost the in-\\nfinite harmonies\\nI felt the grasp of greed, and forgot the touch of the\\nFather s hand.\\nI saw deformity and vice, and the vision of the\\nbeautiful passed from me\\nI breathed suspicion and distrust, and the breath of\\nlove left me unrefreshed.\\nI fled from among my fellowmen, and sought God\\nin the fields, but found him not\\nI called to him in the forest, but only my own voice\\nanswered me\\nI was alone in the universe my soul knew him not\\nI was afraid in the great loneliness.\\nI crept in with the cattle, and fell asleep upon the\\nstraw\\nIn my dreams I heard the Bethlehem mother sing-\\ning to her babe\\nWhen I wakened, there was still a sound among the\\nrafters\\nWas it only the cry of young swallows in their\\nnests?\\nThe swift beat of the mother-bird s wing cut the\\ndarkness,\\nThe cry died away into a musical murmur;\\nIt was like a prayer hushed into a whisper of\\nthanksgiving.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "1 no longer felt alone, the place was full of love.\\nI lay all night upon the straw, and was not afraid.\\nWhen the dawn came, I went into the fields,\\nI felt the Infinite Life thrilling all space.\\nI passed through the forest, and the presence of\\nGod was with me.\\nI came once more among my fellowmen\\nI saw the marks of the divine sonship upon their\\nfaces", "height": "2935", "width": "1759", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Inbound Sails\\nThere are purple sails in the distant west,\\nAnd a gleam of gold on the smooth lake s face.\\nThere s a whisper of winds in the voiceless trees\\nThe white mists rise and the darkness falls\\nThe gold is gone and the winds are still,\\nAnd the sails have passed from sight.\\nThere s a crimson glow in the eastern sky,\\nAnd an opal flash on the rippling waves.\\nThere s a song of birds among the leaves\\nThe dawn has passed and the breezes blow\\nThe sun is out and the mists are gone,\\nAnd the sails have come to port.\\nThe sun was low when thy sails went out,\\nAnd the darkness fell as they passed from sight.\\nThe night was long and the winds were chill.\\nThe morning brightens, the gray dawn breaks\\nThe sun glows warm, and the waters gleam\\nFor thy sails come back to me.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "A Prayer\\nLord, let me rest in thy deep silences\\nMy soul sickens with the jar and strife\\nI am weary of the noise and fret of men.\\nLet me go where thy timid creatures dwell,\\nWhere the rabbit hides and the wild thrush nests\\nLet me hear the grass grow and the pine leaves\\nfall;\\nLet me breathe the wild rose and the violet s\\nbreath\\nLet me see the shadows creep among the trees,\\nAnd the still, sweet darkness coming down\\nLet me feel the fulness of thy love, unbound by\\ncreed or form\\nLet my faith quicken and my soul grow strong with\\nknowledge of thy nearness\\nLord, let me rest Renew thy life within me.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Laus Deo\\nThe November clouds hung low and gray. The\\nwinds swept the brown leaves down. The bare branches\\nbeat against the window-pane. I lay very still. I was\\nnot suffering now, but pain had left me helpless in body\\nand weak in soul. Suddenly a peal of church bells\\nfilled the air; the sound of many steps passed by; the\\ndeep tones of an organ reached me, and I heard voices\\nsinging praise. They wakened no echo within me. I\\nturned on my pillow, and wept for my lost joys. I lived\\nagain through the days of my bitterness. I remembered\\nhow the first blow had come, jarring our souls into a\\nconsciousness of sorrow. I was with her in that sunny\\nroom and the songs of birds, the spring breezes, and\\nthe breath of wild honey-suckle seemed a part of our\\npain. We did not speak, but the radiance in her eyes\\ndeepened as the hours passed. When we knew that I\\nmust go, she touched my hand, and whispered, It is\\nfor you and me to be strong. And I went, knowing\\nit was her strength that sent me.\\nI was with her again when the summer quiet rested\\non wood and field. The eternal silence filled the room,\\nand the everlasting peace was on her brow. I did not\\ncry out against the divine order then for the look on\\nthat still, sweet face forbade me. But when the living\\nsorrows came when one I loved walked in a loneliness\\nwhich I might not share when another cried for help\\nin what was half a prayer to God and half a call to me,\\nand I could not answer when I knew a life that loved", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "the sunshine was going out amid the shadows then I\\nturned my face toward the darkness, and would not see\\nthe light.\\nI do not know if I slept or if I entered that border-\\nland between life and death where the spiritual vision\\nis undimmed, and the soul catches some sound of the\\ndivine harmonies for all at once I knew neither pain\\nnor time nor space. A sense of all enfolding love came\\nover me. The meaning of my sorrows seemed a part\\nof the luminous air. I saw one growing strong and\\ntrustful in that loneliness over which I had mourned. I\\nheard my friend s voice still praying, Thy will be\\ndone. I saw that darkened life passing out of the\\nshadows into an infinite sea of light. All bitterness\\nmelted from my heart. I tried to cry out, to utter my\\nthankfulness for my lost joys, to praise Him for the\\nthings given and the things withheld but my lips\\nwould not obey my will. Then I knew that I was in\\nmy room; that the bonds of weakness still bound my\\nbody, although the chains had fallen from my soul.\\nThe winds were silent the bare branches rested\\nagainst the window-pane the gray clouds parted, the\\nsun shone through, and dropped behind the hills, leav-\\ning a golden path across the sky. Through the falling\\ntwilight the deep tones of the organ reached me, and\\nagain I heard voices singing praise. I folded my\\nhands, and whispered a responsive Amen. Then I lay\\nvery still in the darkness, and listened to the sound of\\nmany footsteps passing home.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Liberty\\nPoor brown brother, looking toward the west,\\nThe questioning light of liberty dawning in thine\\neyes\\nHow have we answered this, thy mute appeal\\nFor help to walk in freedom, that rugged path\\nWhich most enlightened men have climbed with\\ntoil!\\nWe have not called thee toward the heights,\\nNor stretched our hand to save thy stumbling feet\\nNay, our battle smoke darkens thy quivering light\\nThe swords of free men beat thee rudely back\\nThe tramp of legions crushes out thy hope,\\nTo thine undoing and to our eternal shame.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Peace\\nThe time draws near when Mary crooned her mother-\\nsong\\nAbove the babe of Bethlehem\\nAnd angels sang of peace on earth,\\nGood will to all mankind.\\nMen ceased their toil and left their flocks;\\nThe silent stars looked down upon a world\\nNew-wakened to the thought of brotherhood.\\nThe time draws near to keep the festival of peace\\nListen, brothers! Is that Mary s cradle-song,\\nOr the wail of a brown mother weeping over home-\\nless babes?\\nDo I hear the angels singing,\\nOr the bugle s call to battle and the clash of arms?\\nI can not see the stars for flame and smoke.\\nBrothers, my heart is troubled tell me what it\\nmeans\\nThe time draws near to sing the Christ-child s song,\\nTo bear our offerings to the Prince of Peace\\nBut every breeze brings sounds of war.\\nO, countrymen of mine, throw down your arms\\nLet the next sea-wind blow clear of battle smoke,\\nThat we may lift our eyes to the guiding stars\\nLet them lead us to the Christ-child s feet.", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "BkaBK\\nm", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2912", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3696", "width": "2402", "jp2-path": "bunchofimmortell00spra_0036.jp2"}}