The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-07-20
In a Library.
~ Or. FRANK CRANE
Copyright. 1916. by Frank Crane)

MY Dear Friend have been out TO
pasture in library. You know Harding
tons books. Well have been alone
with them for three days: the family all
mad to go away, and insisted on stop
ping here. as | was thirsty for solitude,
which sometimes gets to be very
drunkard's thirst in me; nobody has
been around but the servants. and so |
have browsed hours long among books.
AS you read, there are certain sem
fences, phrases, sometimes single words,
that leap out to you and kiss you, as if
your own dear children from among a
troop. | have set some of these down.
and am sending them to you. handful
of spirit-jewels | have found i hope
they will not seem pebbles to you. Here
goes
Rossetti's Saint Agnes: 81 could not
we'll see her features; but | made sure
she was very beautiful, from her tran
gull body, and the way that she held her
hands How much of human loneliness
is elsewhere than in the face!
The same: Tier beauty seemed to
grow on my sight by gazing, as stars do
in water"
The same: Some lives of men are as
the sea is, continually vexed and tram
pied with winds. Others are, as it were,
left on the beach,"
T. b. Moshers Introduction to Yer
lanes Lyrics; For whether we con-
slider Catullus, or Villon Of the fifteenth
or Baudelaire of the nineteenth century.
manned lives and lost souls though they
be, their imperishable gift alone con-
Germs us A good theme 70 think on:
what We owe 10 lost souls.
Verlaine:
The lees OF all things human,
! hate the pretty woman
The facile rhyme. and exc the prudent friend"
In Browning "Epistle of Karshish" l
find very subtle and exquisite picture
Of Jesus; 49, through the thunder
comes human voice
Michael Angelo: $50 near TO death,
so far away from God"
Walter Pater: a certain strange
ness, something of the blossoming Of the
aloe. is an element in all true works of
art"
The same: Tasting the sunless
pleasures Of weary people"
Rosamund Watson: Give us dark
ness for anguished eyes, stiffness for
weary feet silence and sleep. but no
heaven Of glittering, loud unrest
The same tnoting how memory is
often sharper than experience):
Il knew not then
And yet remember all these things were So
Even as old music, needed not know,
What time II sounds again"
George Meredith: Toss your heart
up with the lark"
+. L. Stevenson: The sun and the
moon do not speak TO us as the stars.
THE stars alone, cheerful whisperers,
confer quietly with each of us like
friends; and by their double scale, so
small to the eye so vast TO the magma
ton, they keep before the mind the
double character of mans nature and
fate"
The same: ut is ourselves we cannot
forgive. when we deny forgiveness to
others"
The same ooh, what pit there is
for sins-Gods mercy, mans oblivion"
Beaudelaire:
"The lover you shall never know,
The place where you shall never be-"
The same: Life is a hospital in
which every patient is possessed with the
desire Of changing his bed. One would
prefer to suffer near the fire, and an
other is certain that he would get well
if he were over there by the window
Arthur Symons: pain gnaws Mt my
heart like rat that gnaws BEAM
Bacon: There is nothing makes men
suspect more than to know little; there
fore men should remove suspicion by
procuring to know more, and not by
keeping their suspicious in smother"
So. my friend, as ladies like to show
their purchases at shopping, and bblio-
philes to parade their rare volumes, and
children to display the gay shells they