Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Sonnets of Sorrow. 20. There always was a longing in your heart
There always was a longing in your heart For some large labour that should aid mankind. Dear, listen to me, let me do my part And help you now that wondrous work to find. There is but one great need for all the race-- The need of knowledge to uphold its faith. Then come, or send some message on through space That shall convince the world there is no death. In all God's universe there could not be A holier task, methinks, for any soul. Oh, not alone to case the heart of me, But to give consolation to the whole Sick, suffering hordes of earth, stand not aloof But cleave the silence with the proof the proof!
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