The World's Epitaph; A Poem

The World's Epitaph; A Poem

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 edition. Excerpt: ...a film of colour glows; The bubble is its wreath; But sorrow in an endless river flows, Not startled into death. Cling to thy mire, O Genius bright; Catch the waste drippings of the light; Burn 'neath the hoof 's unharming tramp; From the morass renew thy lamp! The forked lustre of the ray unveil, And thro' the dismal swamp thy fetters drag: A creeping glow-worm lingers in thy trail, For those set fast within the troubled quag. Then yet again the crutchless Wanderers save: In vain to quit the sedgy waste they strive, But flounder thro' a water-venomed grave To touch no more its vanished bank alive. Be it the outlaw asks of thee his way, The devious torch shall take him not astray: Fateful thy lot, but mercy in thy gleam, Fulfil in others thy unfinished dream! But genius is not sought in every mart: One is not wise in lyrics to descant When once the wit of man rejects his art, And warns him coldly to desist from rant. The pleasant world would thus express its will: Let science march and poesy stand still. THE Srmrr. 1. To departing Peace, who replies. O Peace, why art thou ever on the wing With plumes that wave like branches to the sky, Thy bosom panting out the breeze of spring! Make answer, tell me why? Peace. To take kind Nature to my fond embrace, And share my lot with all, For this my way I trace. By thee repulsed, I disregard thy call. Spirit. And never to restrain thy wayward flight, Dear exile from this ever-aching breast? Wilt thou no more alight And set the weary heart of man at rest? Peace. I quit the earth and all the cares below, But leaving, tap it gently with my wand; That those who love me, and sustain the blow, ' May follow to the distant land. Spirit. Is not the heart, the stricken heart, thy home?...
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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236828895
  • 9781236828897