Elizabeth Chase Allen

American author, journalist, poet (1832-1911)

Elizabeth Chase Allen (October 9, 1832, Strong, MaineAugust 7, 1911, Tuckahoe, New York) was an American author, journalist and poet.

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Poems (1866)

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Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy). Boston: Ticknor and Fields, 1866.
  • Behold, we live through all things,—famine, thirst,
    Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery,
    All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
    On soul and body,—but we can not die.
    Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn,—
    Lo, all things can be borne!
    • "Endurance", stanza 5, p. 44.
  • I count no more my wasted tears;
    They left no echo of their fall;
    I mourn no more my lonesome years;
    This blessed hour atones for all.
    • "At Last", stanza 3, pp. 87–88.
  • Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
    Make me a child again, just for to-night!
    • "Rock Me to Sleep", stanza 1, p. 190.
  • Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
    I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
    Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
    Take them and give me my childhood again!
    • "Rock Me to Sleep", stanza 2, p. 190.
  • O flowers! the soul that faints or grieves
    New comfort from your lips receives;
    Sweet confidence and patient faith are hidden in your leaves.
    • "Spring in the Capital", stanza 11, p. 196.
  • Dawn of a brighter, whiter day
    Than ever blessed us with its ray,—
    A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.
    • "Spring at the Capital", stanza 13, p. 196.
  • Up the sky in silence holy
    Comes the young moon slowly, slowly,
    Softly with her light divine,
    Filling, like a cup with wine.
    • "Karl", stanza 1, p. 207.
  • The wind is full of memories;
    It whispers low and clear
    The sacred echoes of the past,
    And brings the dead more near.
    • "April", stanza 3, p. 219.
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