Collection of Kansas Poetry

Miss Hattie Horner


Beautiful twilight, at set of sun; 
Beautiful goal, with race well won; 
Beautiful rest, with work well done. 
Beautiful graves, where grasses creep, 
Where brown leaves fall, where drifts lie deep; 
Over wornout hands__oh, beautiful sleep !
BUT words are flames; once given vent and space, 
    The fiery tide fast overleaps its shore, 
And seldom ebbs again into its place. 

WHO builds above the clouds must dwell alone; 
I count good fellowship above a throne. 
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