MORE AND LESS.
Never to find the last word said ! Never to be satisfied ! Spirit, how canst thou struggle ? Bow upon thy brow Can hope keep for e*er a blossom ? How canst ihou, . . . : When 'tis never suffered That perfection haunt thy bosom, Haunt those triflts to and fro? ; Meagre kernel, empty "shell, ; Childish, weak, unmeaning scroll ! Counterfeit those hourß, those skieß, ; Springtime, summer, autumn promised J Must I own thee P Ah 1 cruel sense, ; Blind, confused intelligence, Palsied feeling, 'bolden eyes — ho, thy child . Canst see Aught 61 beauty in it al ? : Gracious Nature ! Each the plot Thou, hast given him darkly sowing, Bearing, gathering, shall withal Have lair fruit, fair blossoming blowing— Wherein no thought ; Taunt him of Eons' fields, Dark blustered, or his. ear Rude assault with breath of Bphere, , Or the wrath that Zeus wields, ; Or the mighty ocean flowing.
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Mataura Ensign, Volume 11, Issue 821, 2 November 1888, Page 7
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144MORE AND LESS. Mataura Ensign, Volume 11, Issue 821, 2 November 1888, Page 7
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