Quot occuti, Lot mundi.
The world is as the sense that makes it known ; To eyeless creatures, dark eternally ; To others dim, in mazy depths of sea, Beyond the sound of all its surface moan ; Narrow to some, as insects 'neath a stone, Or in a tiny crevice, or a bee That murmurs in a flower; but the free, Heav'n soaring birds a wider vision own. And though our eyes can boast no eagle sweep, To us is given the larger range of thought, Wherewith we pierce the starry depths, o'erleap The bounds of sense, and see in all things wrought Signs of deep mysteries, which angel eyes May see, or ours, perchance, in paradise. H. Allison.
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VIII, Issue 1, 1 April 1903, Page 58
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117Quot occuti, Lot mundi. New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VIII, Issue 1, 1 April 1903, Page 58
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