INSPIRATION.
Deep in his soul there is tumult and troubling, A fusing and fuming and ferment and bubbling, The doors of the grent furnace throbbing nnd trembling; Ho hears the vast rumour of legions assembling, The inward ear quails with the trampling and crashing, And this way and that way the rapt thought flies flashing, Now in the mountain-head, now in the ocean, Doubling and turning with uneasy motion ; There is fear, there is pain, there is cracking and rending, And a foe to mibdue, and nn exquisite blending Of torment and rapture, of gloom and elation, And a bursting of bonds in tho act ot creation, And tho tower of his victory perilously leaning, For the language may give with tho weight of his meaning; Tho inward eye reels with the heaving and surging, lie is faint with the stress and tho fear and the urging; Something must out to restore him to sanity And his message be breathed to tho heart of humanity. —A.W.
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Press, Volume LXVII, Issue 20412, 5 December 1931, Page 13
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166INSPIRATION. Press, Volume LXVII, Issue 20412, 5 December 1931, Page 13
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