THE MAGIC MIRROR.
Dim clouds across the field there float, And shadows slowly form, combine, And gather shape. A tiny boat I see, tossed in the foaming brine. O rower, wait! Brave rower, stay ! Nay, boat and rower fade away.
Again the dim clouds gather o’er, And slowly shape a battlefield, And, dead or living, wounded sore. One lies beside a broken shield. O warrior, canst thou heed or hear ’ Nay, for the visions disappear.
Fling down the shining surface bare ; An idle tale it tells to me. The shadowy form I image there , I trace in earth and air and sea. Earth, sea and air, from pole to pole, The magic mirror of my soul !
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 37, 16 September 1893, Page 214
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116THE MAGIC MIRROR. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 37, 16 September 1893, Page 214
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