Peradventure.
Shall all the hours and distant days to " comxe Be silent, as the vodoaless diay mow fled? . "Without one oonjur'd joy from out th© sum " k Of •hopes fiha/fc fioTurashed^—Alas! now •• perished. Shall there to me be never word of tihine From out thy fairest soul altered 'hence? Must still the one enduring task be mine To read thy heart by thine eyes' eloquence? ®h&l3i I throutghout the future captive stand, And thee any untreiLenrfcinig captor still, ....<■; And feel that, chain'd, my soul knows no command But that wihich issues ftroan thy soveneigpa wiM t Shall I ne'er feel but as ©me doom'd to see Thee, idol of deep prayers immaculate, .■-... ©urn from my worship, stern, unpiiyimgly, . And in. one • Took speak passion chang'd to hat© P —J. M. Smyth.
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Free Lance, Volume X, Issue 499, 22 January 1910, Page 15
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131Peradventure. Free Lance, Volume X, Issue 499, 22 January 1910, Page 15
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