John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Madison Julius Cawein 1865- ? John Bartlett
| 1 |
| At daybreak Morn shall come to me In raiment of the white winds spun. |
| Quiet. |
| 2 |
| Some shall reap that never sow And some shall toil and not attain. |
| Success. |
| 3 |
| A moonlight traveler in Fancy’s land. |
| Unqualified. |
| 4 |
| Into the sunset’s turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairyland Hesperides, Over the hills and away. |
| At Sunset. Stanza 1. |
| 5 |
| What magic shall solve us the secret Of beauty that’s born for an hour? |
| Interpreted. |