id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
48533	Sylva, Carmen	Sweet Hours			.txt	text/plain	7478	615	94	Why hast thou ta'en thy peaceful Queen? Thy life hath built the vault and paved it, and Disturbed, and low thy heart, when dark a burden His searching eye will plunge into thy heart. Will rush like living waters through thy brain The sun is rising and thou art alive! And leaves thee lonely not, but fills thy sight Sweet Rest is round thee, like an autumn sun, Thy heart, and sends forgetfulness, like balm, To lead thee to thy home with angels' hands. Thy heart's own fire, is as strong, as true, Or art thou dark because thy womb must be With all thy strength thou art but what When God had laid the gift into thy heart, Thy hand, upon the road thou hadst to tread? Hath put into thy soul, that calleth thee Between thy foes and thee. A mockery; give up thy heart to life	./cache/48533.txt	./txt/48533.txt