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1.

The kindliest thing God ever made,
His hand of very healing laid
Upon a fevered world, is shade.
...

The three ghosts on the lonesome road
   Spake each to one another,
"Whence came that stain about your mouth
   No lifted hand may cover?"
...

She put her wedding-gown away
As tenderly as one might close,
With kissing lips and finger-tips,
The petals of a rose
...

Below them in the twilight the quiet village lies,
And warm within its holding, the old folks and the wise,
...

It was not then her heart broke—
That moment when she knew
That all her faith held holiest
Was utterly untrue.
...

My love it should be silent, being deep --
And being very peaceful should be still --
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep --
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.
...

My father took me by the hand
And led me home again;
(He brought me in from sorrow
As you'd bring a child from rain).
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Mothers of men—the words are good indeed in the saying,
Pride in the very sound of them, strength in the sense of them, then
...

I saw the old sea captain in his city daughter's house,
Shaved till his chin was pink, and brushed till his hair was flat,
...

I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young—
On a blue October morning
Beneath a cloudless sky,
When all the world's a vibrant harp
...

They brought to the little Princess, from her earliest hour of birth,
The lovely things, the beautiful things, the soft things of earth.
...

12.

I am as weary as a child
That weeps upon its mother's breast
For joy of comforting. But I
Have no such place to rest.
...

Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows,
Whose pity is great therefore,
The gift that thy children bring thee
Is ever a sorrow more.
...

I
My life has been like a bee that roves
Through a scented garden close,
And 'tis I who have kept the honey of love,
...

I
White rose-leaves in my hands,
I toss you all away;
The winds shall blow you through the world
...

They are ashamed who leave so soon
The Inn of Grief—who thought to stay
Through many a faithful sun and moon,
...

High above his happy head
Little leaves of Spring were spread;
And adown the dewy lawn
Soft as moss the young green grass
...

ONE star for all she had,
And in her heart
One wound--yet is she glad
For all its smart
...

19.

What do they know of youth, who still are young?
They but the singers of a golden song
Who may not guess its worth or wonder—flung
...

God send thee peace, Oh, great unhappy heart—
A world away, I pray that thou mayst rest
Softly as on the Well-Belovèd's breast,
...

The Best Poem Of Theodosia Garrison

Shade

The kindliest thing God ever made,
His hand of very healing laid
Upon a fevered world, is shade.

His glorious company of trees
Throw out their mantles, and on these
The dust-stained wanderer finds ease.

Green temples, closed against the beat
Of noontime's blinding glare and heat,
Open to any pilgrim's feet.

The white road blisters in the sun;
Now, half the weary journey done,
Enter and rest, Oh weary one!

And feel the dew of dawn still wet
Beneath thy feet, and so forget
The burning highway's ache and fret.

This is God's hospitality,
And whoso rests beneath a tree
Hath cause to thank Him gratefully.

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