VAGRANT VERSE
GOD MUSES. I made these men and women for my pleasure, They leave me now to follow other gods Of their own fashioning, more subtly minded, I might now strike them down and make them clods, Senseless, unfeeling, with a blind obedience, Keep them the beasts that they have scorned to be, But in the working of my steadfast purpose I stay my hand, and they walk proudly free. Love cannot draw them, they have done with loving, And fear is powerless where no fears dwell. What threat could move them or what promise bind them Who need no heaven and have no thought of hell? Let them go on, relentless, turning ever Up the steep spiral of this mounting stair There is but one end to their path of knowledge And when they reach it they will find me there. —Phyllis Hartnoll in The Observer (London).
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Southland Times, Issue 22192, 7 December 1933, Page 6
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149VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22192, 7 December 1933, Page 6
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