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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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e oceans mouth,Looking north and south—And looking every other way—Lies and seems to smileThe sunny Lepers Isle. A little temple stands,— There, Grecian in color and form,—And bravely weathers the stormThat heaps and curls the glittering sandsAs they shine and seem to smileOn the wave-washed Lepers Isle. Still and level it lies. With the Morro frowning nigh;But never a thought or sighThe Morro gives to the silent criesOr the patient piteous smileOf the hapless Lepers Isle. At the other end of the low.Long line of curving bay,Like an azure dream of day,High mountains stand, unknown of snowThey echo a conscious smileTo the silent Lepers Isle. 39 Never a kindly palm To cheer the grim repose !Never a lily or roseDo I see that ghastly pain to calm,Or to feign a kindly smileFor the barren Lepers Isle. Heaven knows that strong hearts yearnTo help the lives that goTo that still retreat of woe,—That go—but nevermore returnTo bring back sigh or smileFrom the haunting Lepers Isle. 40
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SENTINEL BOX WHAT THEY SAY T HE old walls crumbleAnd wellnigh tumble As they shrink and falter away ;But they sturdily smileIn the sun the while,— They smile, and they seem to say : T is a better dutyTo moulder in beauty. Into living green decay ;Better to moulderThan guns to shoulder And be an enemys prey;Better to laughAt Time than quaff The wine of Wars dismav. 41 TO In the lowest deep a lower deep. THE flower that makes one long to weep,So steeped it is in loveliness,Bears no more honey in its deepThan blooms of poisoned bitterness. And this thy bitter sorrow, dear, All fathomless, misunderstood,Bears neath its poisoned breath a clear And deeper deep of unknown good. 42 MUSICS MYSTERY LIKE to the minor cadence of the sea,When all the winds are weary and asleep,And reminiscent dreams alone do keepHer breath alive in tangled subtilty ; Like to the revery that pine trees hold, With slow, broad swellings into pensive tonesThat chant out all regret the memory owns, When skies look on

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