From the new Faith that softly gleams
Far off in truth’s dim, chaos-dawn
And in the dust of early dreams.
We have full time; “there is no death,”
No need of toil or doubt or tears;
While I unfold a hidden faith
Tell thou the mystery of the spheres.
PORTLAND, JULY 25, 1872.
All the prose and poetry given above have been re- cently found. The only poetry of Minnie Myrtle Mill- er that has been generally familiar during the last 50 years has consisted of “Sacrifice Impetro”, in reply to “Myrrh”, by Joaquin Miller, previously referred to, and two fragments—“At the Land’s End” and “En- camped”’. In order that this chapter might include all of her writings which at this time can be located, these additional poems are also included. “Sacrifice Im- petro” was printed in several Oregon papers at the time it was written, including the Oregon Herald, Salem; the New Northwest, Portland; and the Ore- gon State Journal, Eugene, in which “Myrrh” had first appeared. The Oregon Historical Society has the original manuscript written in pencil on old-fashioned tablet paper.
Sacrifice Impetro
In the sweet wild hours of the night;
Why did thy spirit come near me,
Moving in mystical light?
Why did you bend above me,
With the old and passionate sigh,
In this world, where there’s no one to love me,
Making me long to die?
