The Detroit times., 1916-07-20
In a Library.
~ Or. FRANK CRANE
Copyright. 1916, ny Frank Crans)

My Dear Friend-I 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 80
nave orowsed hours long among books.
As you read, there are certain sem
fences, phrases. sometimes single words.
that leap out to you and kiss you, "a IL
your own dear children from among a
troop. ! have set some Of these down.
and am sending them to you a handful
OF spirit-jewels have found ii hone
they will not seem pebbles to you. Here
goes!
Rossetti's Saint Agnes: IT could not
well see her features; but I made sure
she was very beautiful, from her tran
quill body. and the way that she held her
hands, How much Of human loneliness
is elsewhere than in the facet
The same: Her beauty seemed to
grow on my sight by gazing, as stars do
in water"
The same: Some lives of men are "A
the sea is, continually vexed and tram
pied with winds. Others are, as it were,
left on the beach,"
I. b. Mosher's 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 u.s." A good theme to think on:
what We owe to lost souls.
Verlaine:
THE lees of all things humanl
hate the pretty woman,
The facile rhyme, and exc the prudent
friend"
In Browning's "Epistle Of Karshish" /
find very subtle and exquisite picture
of Jesus: $50, 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, we
know,
What time it sounds again.
George Meredith: Toss your heart
up with the lark"
r. l.. Stevenson: The sun and the
moon do not speak to us rs 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 imagina-
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-God's mercy, mans oblivionw
! Beaudelaire
THE lover you shall never know,
The place where you shall never be-"
The same: Life Is 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 we'll
If he were over there by the window"
Arthur Symons: Pain gnaws at my
heart like a 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