The Poems of Emma Lazarus

n such wise as

still have clun

teful than she c

ed pitying over

s borne softly

ary sense and

ear communion

ore all words

ld help, encour

ets these grave

pity, simplest

aningless, th

or mend, but

visions after

conquered troubl

rief unspoken

the blank an

h's infinite co

en,-such a one

ay aside her d

pain dissolved