A Thought
Improvement Era, vol. 12, no. 12, October 1909, p. 981
Kleinman, Bertha A.
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INTERPRETATION OF THE FAUST DRAMA. 981
When, heeding no longer the sea's baffled roar, The mariner turns to his rest evermore; What will then ue the answer vhe helmsman must give? Not — How fared the soul through the trials he passed? But What is the state of that soul at the last?
Salt Lake City, Utah.
A THOUGHT.
(For the Improvement Era.)
In storm oft encompassed — my radiance dark-veiled, With the triumph of races my mission and part I have souls at my waiting as worlds for their light
Aye, broader than earth is the span of my flight,
And behold my abode! it is only a heart.
I speak not alone in the strophes of song, In the passioned revealings of finger-pulsed strings,
Not alone in the symmetry graven of stone, Nor hue-burnished canvas —not there, not alone; Yet these have I touched with the flame of my wings.
But the landscape may harbor a pestilent stain, The mask waste to sand and the harpsichord rust Fruition of earth, fleeting embers of time
Whilst the gates of Infinitude open with mine, And outlasting the stars, I forever am Trust. Bertha A. Kleinman. Salt Lake City, Utah.