PO E TR Y

@ Its words H +
Are few, but deep and solemn, and they break
Fresh from the fount Of feeling - Percival

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Rush on--blght ALL little heed Il aHI
.Hat Thy power, for thou hast done 4
Thy worst. In thy relentless speed; y Z.


All that was dear, of life, 5u'Haaa &
And love, and hope, is crushed and strown,


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BY winters freezing breath are blown .
.l Rush on, relentless time
Thou reck'st not now, or when or where,
a So thou destroyest all


That's bright, and beautiful, and fair a0
.Lea But spare me still one ray, '.'.'
Though transient as the lightning gleam-


Let hope still cheer my way,
Amid this changing, flful dream.