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The Rhyme Maker
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850-1919


Theme:  Wine Musings


NOTES:
Ella Wheeler Wilcox was a very popular poet of her day.  The poet laureate of the Temperance Movement, her first book of poetry (as Ella Wheeler, before her marriage) was published by The National Temperance Movement and Publication House out of New York.  Four of these poems are posted here.*

Very much a traditionalist in many ways, Mrs. Wilcox (she would have deplored the "Ms" designation) is said to have mellowed in her later years - like a fine wine! Indeed, her prowess as a poet should not be judged by her "temperance poetry", which were written in her early 20's.  Her most well-known poem today is "Solitude" (see link below).
 - S. H. Bass   


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A Girl's Autumn Reverie
A Glass Of Wine*

A Tumbler Of Claret*
Comrades
Distrust
In The Cup*
Lippo
Origin Of The Liquor Dealer*
Solitude  A/V
The Coquette   A/V
The Two Glasses


Stop Button Clutter!
The Goal
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919), American poet

All roads that lead to God are good.
What matters it, your faith, or mine?
Both center at the goal divine
Of love’s eternal Brotherhood.

The kindly life in house or street -
The life of prayer and mystic rite -
The student’s search for truth and light -
These paths at one great Junction meet.

Before the oldest book was writ,
Full many a prehistoric soul
Arrived at this unchanging goal,
Through changeless Love, that leads to it.

What matters that one found his Christ
In rising sun, or burning fire?
If faith within him did not tire,
His longing for the Truth sufficed.

Before our modern hell was brought
To edify the modern world,
Full many a hate-filled soul was hurled
In lakes of fire by its own thought.

A thousand creeds have come and gone,
But what is that to you or me?
Creeds are but branches of a tree -
The root of love lives on and on.

Though branch by branch proves withered wood,
The root is warm with precious wine.
Then keep your faith and leave me mine -
All roads that lead to God are good.


from Maurine And Other Poems (1910)


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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox



       
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