Elizabeth Chase Allen

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

Quotes

Poems (1866)

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.