Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Marine Etching

A yacht from its harbor ropes pulled free,
    And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue,
Then up behind her the dust of the sea,
    A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view. 

1. The Plow of God
2. When I Die
3. The Empty Bowl
4. But a Dream
5. Be Not Attached

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