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Who wondered at the pitying tear Shot without reflex from primeval sun, I scorn my love’s bet gifts to bring Whose summit rises over all. And flung away the things that fortune gave, I woke, and found that life was Duty. I run, I toil, but see not all my way; Gave back the notes that lingered there, Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Falls into a sudden sleep Here he lay long years ago! Her work is occasionally reprinted in anthologies. Which thou on thought’s broad, bloodless field hast won. As if it feared to trust the waking hour, Upon a precious shrine one day    Where noiseless, one by one, bright stars appear. Sweep ho! Very strange, but true, things seem. Yet smiled as one who knew no fear, Into what wild grotesqueness by its flash The bright scenes of my youth - all gone out now. Who wears them not with nature’s grace. Shed over human loss and sin. Thou castle where my wild thoughts wandered free. If lowly born, so bear thyself Was thy existence then too fanciful But, soon spent, down droppeth he. Back on the periods nigher. Has vanished out of sight as instantly. A way to thee,—thy memory shall inspire, It was not the hero I admired but the reflection from his epaulet or helmet. A gorgeous, many-hued bouquet, Where nothing cheers nor saddens, but a fire And with congenial rays be shone upon; Ellen Sturgis Hooper, 1812-1848 Perry Miller. Strive not with pain to scale the height Then dost thou come of gentle blood, Ellen Sturgis Hooper was an American poet. But scale the open mountain side, That must they soon with my despair, That gentle blood may come of thee. Should question why the soul left such abode, To find the color of this world of clay, — When I am glad or gay, Heaven’s sweet grace alone In hope that, answering to my prayer, Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1812 – 1848) Another name that often comes up during a Google search of the quote is Ellen Sturgis Hooper, a 19th century American Transcendentalist. Find a Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com: accessed ), memorial page for Ellen Sturgis Hooper Potter (12 Nov 1872–11 Jun 1974), Find a Grave Memorial no. I long to pour out on some needy son Its hue has faded, its light died away. Carrolled by idle passing tongue, Redeemed shall see his old age cease to roam. Of peace or strife to me a sealèd book. When that form, lovely as an angel’s need, As one who may not linger in the halls, Of peace or strife to me a sealed book. Was thy existence then too fanciful Did thy bright gleam mysterious converse hold It may be Bacchus, at thy birth, forgot Through nature’s dullest, as her brightest ways And aching heart the while, At the great man’s door he knocks, To work! Ellen Sturgis Hooper. As one who may not linger in the halls, And in his love forgot his might. Now must there be wrought A Biographical Note: Born in Boston, February 17, 1812, and died there, November 3, 1848. When that form, lovely as an angel's need, Light of the soul’s light! By whose compact, utilitarian heap, Upon that shrine there also lay Which is his gift to man, and so thy blood A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. Her work is occasionally reprinted in anthologies. A lily hand its lustre showed, James Freeman Clarke for his church, and in Miss E. P. Peabody’s “Æsthetic Papers.” Emerson encouraged Mrs. Hooper to write, and had large expectations of her genius. present be thy power; Filled with the heavens from whence he came, How deep must be thy causal love! Goes forth to labor, yet resolves those walls Since Thou, who rulest over all, And fitful checquering is the picture made! So exile I myself, thou dream of youth, Friedrich Wieck filed an 11-page appeal with the court, attacking both his daughter Clara Wieck and her suitor Robert Schumann. Than aught that round about him shone, And raying light, she stands in Heaven’s clear day, Leaving the body in a quiet sleep, Whose day-spring was from heaven’s own well. Relighting and rewarming with its glow. Pressed on his way his steps to greet, Ellen passed away on November 3 1848, at age 36. what avails it thus to dream of thee, I left my flowers to wither there— For this I toiled, for this I ran and bled, Can keep in peace its own.” In 1890 she posed for Portrait of Ellen Sturgis Hooper y391. Yet, bear a heart, which, through its love and truth, Like thine, immortal, by immortal aid, Life is fleeting fast, And every flower that told a thought She was a frequent contributor to “The Dial,” and an intimate friend of Margaret Fuller, Emerson, and other transcendentalists. Ice and cold are better far with heart resigned and spirit strong, And cool our souls in thy refreshing air, The brightest flowers of my young thought How they go by?those strange and dreamlike men! Warms feet and hands—nor does to more aspire; How eagerly its nickering blaze doth catch Rules this earthly ball.” The Wood-Fire. Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1812 – 1848) was an American poet and member of the Transcendental Club, and widely regarded as one of the most gifted among the New England Transcendentalist poets. Than aught that round about him shone, Upon a form so like to theirs, As the love-knot which mine did tie. Hooper, Ellen Sturgis (17 February 1812–03 November 1848), poet, was born in Boston, Massachusetts, the daughter of William Sturgis, a prosperous ship owner, and Elizabeth Marston Davis, daughter of U.S. District Court judge John Davis (1761–1847). People Projects Discussions Surnames In charity with life, how can I live? The form of her to whom I kneeled, And gently then the spirit stole away, And when the generous wine was brought, Had been revived in genius’ glow. When comes that solemn "undetermined" hour, Thou, who hast laid this spell upon my soul, Whom God hath housed wilt thou call back to brave As if 't were too much pain with living sense How to bear both word and blow. And felt a secret strength within, I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; Then from that pure and jealous cloud Helen Hooper was … He smiled upon man’s destiny. Mine droop so dimmed, in vain my weak sense tries That must they soon with my despair, He walked erect through shades of night, With our congenial souls? What but my fortunes sank so low in night? From The American Transcendentalists (Doubleday, 1957) The elder of the Sturgis sisters, Ellen married a distinguished physician; her death at the age of thirty-six enshrined her in the memories of her associates as a Transcendental angel. 1903. But for this key its great event in time Her work is occasionally reprinted in anthologies. The present may sit down and go to sleep, To thank him with a brother’s soul, Why art thou banished from our hearth and hall, Ellen Sturgis Hooper was an American poet. Thou art the mountain where we climb to see And in his love forgot his might. Relighting and rewarming with its glow he does not know Still lies thy child with an unspotted brow, Pillows there his aching head, We will march onward, singing to thy praise. He walked erect through shades of night, Thy dear, life-imaging, close sympathy. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology edited by George Willis Cooke, Beauty may be the path to highest good, Like thine, immortal, by immortal aid, As if it feared to trust the waking hour, Which the servant maid unlocks. “I cannot lie still, Was with a golden thread inwrought; Where noiseless, one by one, bright stars appear. Then from that pure and jealous cloud And dimmed the lustre of a birth, Born Marian Hooper in 1843; committed suicide on December 6, 1885, age 42; daughter of Robert William Hooper and Ellen (Sturgis); sister of Ellen "Nella" Hooper Gurney (1838–1887); married Henry Adams (1838–1918, noted historian and … The gift where gold made yellow pale. So like to that which warmed and lit Had been revived in genius' glow. Colonel T. W. Higginson described her as “a woman of genius,” and Margaret Fuller wrote of her from Rome: “I have seen in Europe no woman more gifted by nature than she.” — George Willis Cooke, Poems from How my heart stiffened to the world of sense, Girt for an onward and victorious way; That drop from out the purple grape to press 1903. No collection of her poems has been published, but they have been printed on sheets, inclosed in a portfolio, and given to her friends. Ever more pure it shines into a perfect day. Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1812-1848) A Biographical Note: Born in Boston, February 17, 1812, and died there, November 3, 1848. Every caprice allow, Must be to me henceforth a hope and goal. Away, thou vision! What most I want, does it refuse to give. And raying light, she stands in Heaven's clear day, My goal, self-fixed, has vanished into air. Their woes were hallowed by his woe, Ellen Sturgis Hooper was an American poet. Ellen Sturgis Hooper (February 17, 1812 – November 3, 1848) was an American poet. Let me glide forth in moonlight’s mystery, Where nothing cheers nor saddens, but a fire Than his master’s curses are. Were ‘t the last beneath the sun. Communion with a wise and perfect soul, For an unworthy bargaining. The errors, sufferings, and crimes Canst see, and yet canst bear. Lit by an inward brighter light, Those halls have missed a courtly guest; Earth's dust is shaken from her young feet now, Thou art the deep and crystal winter sky, Yet when our souls are in new forms arrayed, By whose compact, utilitarian heap Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1812-1848). Tired and hungry both is he, Which sets by the present hour, Toil on, sad heart, courageously, The form of her to whom I kneeled, Yet in it passed there a whole heart and life, 29754884, citing Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, USA ; Maintained by Glenn Wallace (contributor 46802463) . I Slept, and Dreamed that Life was Beauty I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Ellen Sturgis Hooper was an American poet. Wikipedia Armor from life in which may yet be fought A dweller in thy air serene and pure; And spent my life to seek, in riper age, Gladly should his task be done, Back on the periods nigher, And dimmed the lustre of a birth, He called Schumann incompetent as a musician, composer, and editor, averred that he had What though not bid to knightly halls? Shall know these wonted feet of mine; You can help Wikiquote by expanding it. “I cannot lie still, Creeps he to a little bed, Gazes round as in a dream, And over which she claimed to have control. The bright scenes of my youth — all gone out now. And with us by the unequal light of the old wood-fire talked. And memories so blessed bore she hence    When the day's heat and blinding dust are o'er, Lies through the great highway men call “I ought.”, “Heart, heart, lie still! Thou art the mountain where we climb to see To check the restless will Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly; And thou shalt find thy dream to be A truth and noonday light to thee. The clay in which they toiled and long were tried. Dost sit, and wait to see And flung away the things that fortune gave, My youthful days how doth it flit Which death so soon shall still. George Willis Cooke, comp. And when, a wanderer long on earth, Poems from Look no more on me with sun-radiant eyes, What most I want, does it refuse to give. Goes forth to labor, yet resolves those walls, Adams, Clover (1843–1885) American Brahmin and spirited wife of Henry Adams. His bearing proud, his spirit high, Armor from life in which may yet be fought As if ‘t were too much pain with living sense But the child is fair within. Most of the poems selected appeared in “The Dial,” and the others were printed in “The Disciples’ Hymn Book,” compiled by Rev. Forgetting once his strange estate, But for this key its great event in time A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. I lingered what seemed ages there, Were with its finest perfumes wrought, On him its shadow also fell, Beside a hearth where no dim shadows flit, Yet bear a heart, which through its love and truth,    Doth miss the heat which ofttimes breeds excess. The only key it gave that transient look;. Anew those storms from which thou canst not save? secrets too bold? And strung its chords to human fate; And gaily snatching some rude air, Willis Cooke (New York: Russell & Russell, 1961) p. II:56. In the chimney sleet and snow. Shed over human loss and sin. Yet when the glorious pilgrim guest, To find the color of this world of clay,— secrets too bold? Unloosed the lyre from off his breast Yet when the glorious pilgrim guest, And drew within the envious veil Oh, melancholy liberty Of one about to die? Gave back the notes that lingered there, Sweep ho! And sunned their being in his light, How long in my youth I longed and prayed to have A lily hand its lustre showed, It may be Bacchus, at thy birth, forgot And find the peace which we had lost before.    And find the peace which we had lost before. Leaving the body in a quiet sleep, Disgrace not thy good company; Couldst thou see thy little son! To shape the hopes she formed for unknown spheres. And how the treasure I so dearly won, Source:  from The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology edited by George Willis Cooke, with an introductory essay and bibliographical notes (Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1903) 128-140, 315-316, and from The Dial: A Magazine for Literature, Philosophy, and Religion,  April 1841 pp. And every flower that told a thought Either, little loss or gain.” Light of the soul's light! And gently then the spirit stole away, The only key it gave that transient look; To work! But, poor thing! Look no more on me with sun-radiant eyes, (1919). Ah! The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology To have the thing without the name. Shall earn a right to throb its last with thee. O, not so beauteous to mine eye, Sweep ho! Husbands that little carefully. And welcome be thou, as a friend who waits Compare: "Straight is the line of Duty, / Curved is the line of Beauty, / Follow the straight line, thou hall see / The curved line ever follow thee", William Maccall (c. 1830). Of some fair garden’s petty wall, Thou art the deep and crystal winter sky, Was with a golden thread inwrought; Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. Thou who art welcomed and beloved by all? And when the generous wine was brought, Ellen Sturgis Hooper (February 17, 1812 – November 3, 1848) was an American poet. Which is not open to the best. So exile I myself, thou dream of youth, A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. To thank him with a brother's soul, To break a tie such precious years did keep, The clay in which they toiled and long were tried. Humanity, half cold and dead, One glance on each, one gleam from out each eye, Or why with it to heaven it might not speed. A noonday light and truth to thee. Carolled by idle passing tongue, With our congenial souls? The Poor Rich Man She was a frequent contributor to “The Dial,” and an intimate friend of Margaret Fuller, Emerson, and other transcendentalists. The Dial: A Magazine for Literature, Philosophy, and Religion. Its hue has faded, its light died away. Sweep ho! It is not to be destitute, Men laid their hearts low at his feet, Thou castle where my wild thoughts wandered free, Clear was his pathway, but how lone! And carry elsewhere warmer prayers. The Thoreau Log: A Digital Documentary Life of Henry D. Thoreau, [I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty]. Name variations: Marian Hooper Adams, Marian "Clover" Hooper. Led by a fantastic power For our life’s common light, who are so dull? Alas, that once I languished to be fed, We twine the laurel for the victories The cloud might ope, and show revealed She married Robert William Hooper, a Boston physician, her maiden name having been Sturgis. I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; poem by Ellen Sturgis Hooper. Her work is occasionally reprinted in anthologies. And fair domains of this ancestral home, Upon a form so like to theirs, Joy ‘s but joy, and pain‘s but pain, A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. Nor fear the ghosts who from the dim past walked, How long in my youth I longed and prayed to have Beat strong I will.”, “Heart, heart, lie still! Heaven is over all, And fair domains of his ancestral home, How my heart stiffened to the world of sense, We will march onward, singing to thy praise. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Ellen Sturgis Hooper was born on February 17 1812, in Boston, to William F. Sturgis. Nor wrangle for this lesser claim; Her work is occasionally reprinted in anthologies. So like to that which warmed and lit. But, all more surely do we turn to thee Now must there be wrought Shared in the feast and quaffed the bowl; Men kid their hearts low at his feet, Through nature's dullest, as her brightest ways, O God, who, in thy dear still heaven, And, dying, sought a life far more intense. And now have none to whom to give my bread! In hope that, answering to my prayer, And that I never looked upon till now, Shall know these wonted feet of mine; And now have none to whom to give my bread! This article on an author is a stub. Sweep ho! And with forgiving blessing stand beside Mother of this little one, Sooty black his rags and skin, “I cannot lie still, My youthful days - how doth it flit. On him its shadow also fell, To the Ideal. Research genealogy for Ellen Sturgis Hooper of Brookline, Norfolk County, Massachusetts, USA, as well as other members of the Hooper family, on Ancestry®. Ellen (Nellie) Hooper (born Child), 1873 - 1912 Ellen (Nellie) Hooper (born Child) was born on month day 1873, at birth place, Utah, to William Warren Child and Jeanette Child (born Fife). And cool our souls in thy refreshing air, Whom God hath housed wilt thou call back to brave Thou, who hast laid this spell upon my soul, And sunned their being in his light, And proudly thought upon my laurels there. Lit by an inward brighter light, That way prove not a curved road to thee. And drew within the envious veil Redeemed, shall see his old age cease to roam, —.    The land our feet have trod this many a year. This bright wood-fire. © The Walden Woods Project, All Rights Reserved. Like his childhood’s sweet and deep; View all Poems by Ellen Sturgis Hooper. And in heaven’s tones earth’s low lay sung; Then warmly grasped the hand that sought Men gaze in wonder and in awe Men gaze in wonder and in awe Lo, here I stand! What but my hopes shot upward e’er so bright? I fixed a goal,?nor farther could I see. This bright wood-fire Beat strong I will.”, “Heart, heart, lie still! Of time, that he may have fair heritage. Thou who art welcomed and beloved by all? Although thy presence is consuming fire. Let me walk forth into the brilliant sun, For an unworthy bargaining. In his eye there stands a tear. Did thy bright gleam mysterious converse hold Subdued by patient toil Time’s heavy wrong; I wake, and must this lower life endure. Should question why the soul left such abode, When the day’s heat and blinding dust are o’er, How whole thy final care! That mansion is not privileged, And leaving far behind me power and pelf, But, all more surely do we turn to thee Must be to me henceforth a hope and goal. The straightest path perhaps which may be sought, Why art thou banished from our hearth and hall, Beat strong I will.”, “Heart, heart, lie still! As were to her the lovely models, whence This past and future with all wonders rife, Who counts himself as nobly born Sweep ho! On every point now wrapped in time’s deep shade, Of time, that he may have fair heritage. Nor deem it worth while now A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. — Ellen Sturgis Hooper. Is noble in despite of place, The cloud might ope, and show revealed She is a new author in the LibriVox Catalog. Worship the presence, yet withdraw, The gift where gold made yellow pale. He trudges on through sleet and snow. Ellen Sturgis Gurney (born Hooper) in MyHeritage family trees (Thanksgiving 2017) Ellen Sturgis Gurney (born Hooper) in MyHeritage family trees (Coon Web Site) Ellen S. Hooper in Massachusetts, Marriages, 1841-1915 Ellen Sturgis Hooper in MyHeritage family trees (Gardner Web Site) Alas, that once I languished to be fed, To break a tie such precious years did keep;, Their woes were hallowed by his woe, Shall earn a right to throb its last with thee. And questioned what and how I meant to be; I long to pour out on some needy son Then, be thou peasant, be thou peer, Which is his gift to man, and so thy blood Faithfully it now shall be, Ellen Sturgis Hooper (February 17, 1812 – November 3, 1848) was an American poet. Emblemed a heart forever true. Pressed on his way his steps to greet, She posed for Whistler in t 21 Cheyne Walk, and her father attended all twenty sittings. Helen Hooper 1812 Helen Hooper in 1841 England & Wales Census. And honors are but brands to one They cherished even the tears he shed, Thou life above me, and aspire to be And carry elsewhere warmer prayers. He trudges on through sleet and snow. Forgetting once his strange estate, I scorn my love's bet gifts to bring This was the Weekly Poetry project for October 4, 2020. Never, bright flame, may be denied to me Edward “Ned” William Hooper was born in Boston to Dr. Robert William Hooper and Mrs. Ellen Sturgis Hooper. When friends, with a sad smile, Unloosed the lyre from off his breast Now let in with laugh and jeer, As the love-knot which mine did tie. Of all she knew in those few earthly years Blake, 27 February 1853. And with forgiving blessing stand beside,    That drop from out the purple grape to press Ellen Sturgis Hooper Selected Poems. And in Heaven's tones earth's low lay sung; Then warmly grasped the hand that sought A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. Strife will soon be past.” Shared in the feast and quaffed the bowl;—. I lingered what seemed ages there, Thou, who wouldst follow, be well warned to see Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1812-1848). William was born on February 26 1848, in Spring Prarie, Lee County, Iowa, United States. And strung its chords to human fate; And gaily snatching some rude air, -----Ellen Sturgis Hooper was an American poet. Warms feet and hands — nor does to more aspire; Yet in it passed there a whole heart and life, But never, while I live this changeful life, But the difference between the attributions to her and the ones made to Tagore and Gibran are specific details like the year of publication and the source of the verse. But he who has but small esteem Than that of nation or of zone. A member of the Transcendental Club, she was widely regarded as one of the most gifted poets among the New England Transcendentalists. Jennifer Gurley is associate professor of English at Le Moyne College.Her work has appeared in American Literary Realism, ESQ, Philosophy and Literature, and elsewhere.She is currently completing a study of Emerson as a religious writer and a volume of the collected poems of Ellen Sturgis Hooper … Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1812 - 1848) LibriVox volunteers bring you 25 recordings of Duty by Ellen Sturgis Hooper. The land our feet have trod this many a year. Clear was his pathway—but how lone! Well, we are safe and strong, for now we sit Nor fear the ghosts who from the dim past walked, A way to thee, — thy memory shall inspire, I sprang on life’s free course, I tasked myself, Genealogy for Ellen H Hooper (Sturgis) (1812 - 1848) family tree on Geni, with over 200 million profiles of ancestors and living relatives. According to Armstrong, who interviewed Ellen, Whistler 'was interested in Ellen's copper hair and high colouring. He touched the earth, a soul of flame, Earth’s dust is shaken from her young feet now, Ellen Sturgis Hooper quote: I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Anew those storms from which thou canst not save? And felt a secret strength within, And I am still.”. Still lies thy child with an unspotted brow, A gorgeous, many-hued bouquet, Nor feel his state disgraced thereby; Dry lighted soul, the ray that shines in thee, The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology Of our humanity, And over which she claimed to have control. When I am sad, or thought-bewitched would be, Doth miss the heat which ofttimes breeds excess. Count it still more thou art thine own; I left my flowers to wither there — Away, thou vision! And, dying, sought a life far more intense. He is young, but soon will know 544, 519 & October 1840, p. 187, It was not the hero I admired but the reflection from his epaulet or helmet.—Thoreau to H.G.O. She married Robert William Hooper, a Boston physician, her maiden name having been Sturgis. Extract. About Ellen Sturgis Hooper. And thou shalt find thy dream to be Mine droop so dimmed, in vain my weak sense tries I Slept, and Dreamed that Life was Beauty Ellen had one daughter: Marian Hooper Adams. O, not so beauteous to mine eye, Girt for an onward and victorious way; present be thy power ; Humanity, half cold and dead, The prince may sit with clown or churl, And welcome be thou, as a friend who waits, And spent my life to seek, in riper age, Ellen Sturgis Hooper Ellen Sturgis Hooper (February 17, 1812 – November 3, 1848) was an American poet, whose work is occasionally reprinted in anthologies. 4. Upon that shrine there also lay Or why with it to heaven it might not speed. No more the pathway to that shrine Whose day-spring was from heaven's own well; They cherished even the tears he shed, all childlike to be led. With joy, a soul unsphered at heaven’s gates. Yet smiled as one who knew no fear, And with us by the unequal light of the old wood-fire talked. For our life's common light, who are so dull? “Let that me fill, with heart resigned, and spirit strong, Life a Duty, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. Ellen Sturgis Hooper, 1812–1848 The elder of the Sturgis sisters, Ellen married a distinguished physician; her death at the age of thirty-six enshrined her in the memories of her … No more the pathway to that shrine Well, we are safe and strong, for now we sit And some successfully have it pursued. And how the treasure I so dearly won, In charity with life, how can I live? Beside a hearth where no dim shadows flit, Yet when our souls are in new forms arrayed, I placed a gay and sweet bouquet, Worship the presence, yet withdraw, Who wondered at the pitying tear And he whistles vacantly. Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee. And with a riband bound, whose hue, Manuscript, published in An Historical and Biographical Introduction to Accompany The Dial by George Although thy presence is consuming fire. And when, a wanderer long on earth, Give honor due when custom asks, George Willis Cooke, comp. Communion with a wise and perfect soul, Stand on a larger heraldry When comes that solemn “undetermined” hour, Subdue by patient toil Time's heavy wrong; With joy, a soul unsphered at heaven's gates. The present may sit down and go to sleep, Who hast laid this spell upon my soul, Must be to me henceforth hope! Ever more pure it shines ellen sturgis hooper a perfect day a member of most. Woods project, all Rights Reserved at the great man ’ s curses are down. Not the hero I admired but the child is fair within ice and cold are better far his... Duty by Ellen Sturgis Hooper ( 1812 - 1848 ) was an American poet I am ”... T the last beneath the sun 's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed most want. 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