American author (1831-1884)
Today--the partial result, the pain;
Tomorrow--fruition, the perfect part.
MARY CLEMMER AMES
"Tomorrow"
Down through the starry intervals,
Upon this weary-laden world,
How soft the soul of Silence falls!
How deep the spell wherewith she thralls,
How wide her mantle is unfurled.
MARY CLEMMER AMES
"Silence"