WITHOUT THE GATE.
This is the day of small things. While I wait In the cold shades obscure without the Gate, Keep my life lovable and white my name, That if I come into the House of Fame, The glare of envy nothing may extort That is not lovely and of good report. Teach me, Great Father, so to live my days That, if the portals ope with sudden blaze, Each fresh glimpse of my life, that fronts the light, May make me stand more human in men’s sight. Give me no lightning radiance, but to ray In every home like hearth shine, when the day Is toned to twilight, and the lamps, unlit. Our fight with time a breathing's space remit. Douglas Sladen.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 19, 7 May 1892, Page 480
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124WITHOUT THE GATE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 19, 7 May 1892, Page 480
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