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Wings of silver

Chapter 7: LIFE AND I

By Evelyn Gage Browne

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The collection presents spiritual and nature-centered lyric poems that use images of flight, birds, and weaving to explore life, faith, and immortality. Through meditations on growth, seasons, and the soul's ascent, the verses celebrate love, the transformative power of prayer and perseverance, and the letting-go that opens the heart. Several poems personify life and the weaver figure to contrast selfish ambition with loving creation, while invocations to the sky and stars urge trust in a transcendent presence. Tone alternates between contemplative exhortation and hopeful consolation, with recurring motifs of wings, dawn, and renewal framing a steady emphasis on spiritual uplift and inner victory.

LIFE AND I

Life came to me at Morning;

(And oh, his eyes were kind!)

With flowers my head adorning;

But I was blind.

With tender care he laid me

In Love’s uplifted arms,

That gently held and stayed me

Through all alarms.

We quarreled—Life and I—one day,

Because he took the arms away,—

Yet then it was I learned to pray.

Life came to me at Nooning,

And scattered roses red;

But when soft winds blew crooning,

They all lay dead.

With tears and wild upbraiding,

I railed at Life and Fate,

Nor saw the blooms unfading—

Beside my gate.

We walked estranged then—Life and I—

Because he let the roses die;

Nor wot I of the bending sky.

Life came to me at Gloaming

(And oh, his eyes were blest!)

I knew ’twas time for homing,

For peace and rest.

I took his hand outreaching,

And drew a raptured breath;

When lo—his smile beseeching—

I saw—’twas death.

So Life and I are winging free,

Reclothed—with Immortality;

I loving Life, Life loving me.