Anne Whitney



No slight caprice rules thee. -- Who sounds one note...

by Anne Whitney

No slight caprice rules thee. -- Who sounds one note
In God's high order finds thee at his side.
Thou art twin-born with joy, and dost abide
With conscience old, and blood-deep art inwrought
With love's sweet mystery. No wanton thought
Shall wrong the world that holds thee, or the wide
Deep Ordering, whereof thou art the bride.
For neither hate, nor custom's stress, nor aught
Of evil can thee harm, divinest thing;
And through these folds of sense, thou openest
Blue rifts to Freedom and unfathomed rest.
Flower of a hidden life, sweet mystic spring,
What joy must tune thy flow, and calm divine!
What soundness at the heart from east to west!


Copyright 1859
346 & 348 Broadway
D. Appleton & Company
New York

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