A LONELY CRT.

Otago Witness, Issue 2528, 27 August 1902, Page 59

A LONELY CRT.

Deep gorges, sullen glens of utter gloom, From ye I send my s-ohtaiy cry.

My fellow spirit, wheresoe'er thou art, Promctheus-hke, beneath the lonely crags, Bound, sufiermg, until my manly spirit May passionately mate with thine, O send Thy cry across tue utter, silence that I. may not perish ere I meet thee. Tl-en The mighty force of feeling that is mmc. The spirit that comprehends ten million lives From birth to death, will fling his passionate

force Toward ""thee trembhrglv. exaltingly. And all my glooms and glories, oveigone, Will round themselve3 in some supernal

strain' The march of starry myriads; the sound Of shoreless qeas on solitary lands, Breaking terrific, and the murmurous fall Of torrents from serenities of snrw These and the thrilling harmoiv that holds The compass of the universe within One solemn woman-spirit will be mine, And all the fury of the poets bince Our human feelings found irnpas=.oned toi.gue Will pale before our fervour. Di,.vurg, neon, And even will be eloquent with moie Of loveliness tli^n thrilling versa might tell ; And thought with thought will leap from realm

to realm, Swifter thin his who sang Sordal'o Spirit "Will leap to spirit, and the sordid world Be utterly abolished from the m'ms Wherein we drink delicious dr-uisrhts of joy Unutterable. , and porrow for our fellows Until they find the like felvjity.

Deep gorges, suHen glens, the mighty gloom Is but a moment, fcr the after ages Will echo grand refrains of glorious Love, And if I find no fairer fellow, Gcd Will flood my spurl with svpcr'ial song. — Charles Oscap. Palmer. BicnlwooJ Farm, July 31, 1032.