Tuesday, December 20, 2016

TO HORACE HOWARD FURNESS, a dedicatory poem

With kind and cruel ministries
     Nature assays her metals fine,
And Heaven, bestowing joys and griefs
     With equal hand benign,
Attempers what it holds most dear—
Adds now a smile and now a tear,
     Till it creates with touch divine
     A soul like thine, a soul like thine!—
Ever to loftiest counsels moved,
By all men honoured, and by all beloved.
"To Horace Howard Furness" by Florence Earle Coates. Dedicatory poem from The Unconquered Air and Other Poems (1912).

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