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Title: Puerto Rican and other impressions
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: James, William, pseud
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Publisher: New York, London, G.P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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s that isle which glowing springs investWith deathless green ; it is a flowery nestFor spring unto eternal summer wed. Surely, I said, t is here that peace at lastLives on forever,— takes her placid ease,Shut in to lonely joys by lonely seas, And lulled by ancient siren song and story;But when unto the hills mine eyes were cast, Behold, the Bluebeard tower, authentic, hoary. 69 NO. 2. Full, sturdy, tooj it is, this isle, and proud,With rocky shoulders firm against the sky,Or sloping backward into heights more high. And wrapped in veils of flitting, fleecy cloud, Or mayhap hurricane that shrieks aloud.While all the foaming seas around replyIn thundering threats of vengeance and deny The gentleness so lately by them vowed. Stern has thy past been, fair, persuasive isle ; Wierd haunt of ancient pirates, and the sceneWhere warring nations played their parts awhile And petted or despoiled thee. Such has beenThy past; now we of later historyWith open arms and hearts would welcome thee. 70
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RONDEL I WOULD not that my gentle roseUnveil her petals to the wind,—The wind to boldness so inclined.I would not that she thus disclose The sweets no other blossom knows, The hue that heaven long since designed For her alone—my gentle rose ;— The heaven that planned for her is kind ! No, let her heart divine uncloseFrom stress of inner life, assignedTo deepest soul, to noblest mind ;Thus would I have her heal my woes,—My gracious flower, my gentle rose! 71 BELIED I S winter here ? Who has found out this is notspring? When winds are kind, when birds will sing,Who says that winter is here ?Where is the clock of the year ? Is winter here ?T is summer only knows to bringThis wealth of wanton blossoming ; Where is the clock of the year ? Who dreams that winter is here ? Is winter here ?But winter is a cruel thing,T is natures part in suffering. He knows that winter is here Who has a clock of the year! 72 THE OTHER SCALE IN seeking all the fine degreesOf character and life, we fail

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