IN THE TEMPLE OF WISDOM.
"Give me thy dreams," she said ; and I With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery vision die Upon the temple's marble floor. "Give joy," she cried. I let joy go, . I saw with <Mld unclouded eyes - The crimson of the sunset slow Across the disenchanted skies. " Hive me thy youth," she cried. I gave; And sudden-clouded, died the sun, And on the green mound of a grave Fell the slow raindrops, one by one. " Give love," she cried ; I gave that, too. " Give beauty." Beauty sighed and fled, For what on earth should beauty do When love, who was her life, was dead She took the balm of innocent tears To hiss upon her altar-coal; She took the hopes of all my years, Ami at the last she took my soul. With heart made empty of delight, And hands that held no more fair things, I questioned her, " What shall requite The savor of my offerings." " The gods," she said, " with generous hand Give guerdon for thy gifts of cost; Wisdom is thine to understand The worth of all that thou hast lost." E. NESBIT.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 9488, 18 April 1894, Page 3
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193IN THE TEMPLE OF WISDOM. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 9488, 18 April 1894, Page 3
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