Poem

dc.creator	Abernathy, Mollie
dc.date.accessioned	2021-03-29T14:37:58Z
dc.date.available	2021-03-29T14:37:58Z
dc.date.issued	n.d.
dc.identifier.uri	https://repository.tcu.edu/handle/116099117/44317
dc.description	poem
dc.format.medium	5x6.5 paper
dc.relation	Clark Family Letters
dc.rights	Prior written permission from TCU Special Collections required to use any document or photograph
dc.source	Box 2, Folder 11, Item 21
dc.subject
dc.title	Poem
dc.type	Document
dc.description.transcription	Oh, call it by some better name,For friendship sounds too cold,While love is now a worldly flame,Whoseshrine must be of gold.And passion, like the sun at noon,That burns o'er all he sees,Awhile as warm, will set as soon,Then, call it none of these.Imagine something purer far,More free from stain of clayThan Friendship, Love, or passion are,Yet human still as they;And if thy lip for love like this,No mortal word can frame,Go, ask of angels what it isAnd call it by that name.Miss Mollie AbernathyMcKinney

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