Elizabeth Chase Allen

Elizabeth Chase Allen (October 9, 1832, Strong, Maine – August 7, 1911, Tuckahoe, New York) was an American author, journalist and poet.

Poems (1866)

 * Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy). Boston: Ticknor and Fields, 1866.


 * Behold, we live through all things,—famine, thirst, Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery, All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst On soul and body,—but we can not die. Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn,— Lo, all things can be borne!
 * "Endurance", stanza 5, p. 44.


 * I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all.
 * "At Last", stanza 3, pp. 87–88.


 * Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night!
 * "Rock Me to Sleep", stanza 1, p. 190.


 * Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears,— Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,— Take them and give me my childhood again!
 * "Rock Me to Sleep", stanza 2, p. 190.


 * O flowers! the soul that faints or grieves New comfort from your lips receives; Sweet confidence and patient faith are hidden in your leaves.
 * "Spring in the Capital", stanza 11, p. 196.


 * Dawn of a brighter, whiter day Than ever blessed us with its ray,— A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.
 * "Spring at the Capital", stanza 13, p. 196.


 * Up the sky in silence holy Comes the young moon slowly, slowly, Softly with her light divine, Filling, like a cup with wine.
 * "Karl", stanza 1, p. 207.


 * The wind is full of memories; It whispers low and clear The sacred echoes of the past, And brings the dead more near.
 * "April", stanza 3, p. 219.