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G.R.Merry: 1890

Feb 8, 1890: The Academy, Vol 37, pp 99-100, no 927

 

 

Lines 58-102

 

The thought that is pent in my heart

Is roaming the roaring sea;

It hath sped to the home of the whale,

Where my soul ever yearned to be.

It hath flown to the ends of the earth,

It hath traversed the trackless main,

And back with a ravening swoop

It hath rushed on my heart again.

The lone-flier screams: in my soul

A passionate longing raves;

I must go; I must traverse alone

The death-way over the waves;

For I long for the joy of God,

And I scorn a life that is death,

And I know earth's treasures are vain,

And that life is a fleeting breath.

I know the terror of death

Must come to all soon or late,

Be it age or disease, or the edge

Of the sword that is steeled with hate.

The praise of the living is best;

The fame that awaiteth the dead,

Who wrought good ere they went their way,

Who shall live when the soul hath fled;

For on earth they grappled with sin,

And the malice of foes o'ercame;

They shall live on the lips of men,

And heaven shall ring with their name.

And gone is the pride of power,

And gone are the days of old,

And gone are Kaiser and King,

And gone is the giver of gold.

The glorious deeds and the joy,

And the splendour that girt the throne

Are gone, and the weak in woe

Inherit the earth alone.

For bowed is the pride of wealth,

Earth's glory age withers and sears,

And the faces of men are pale,

And are seamed with the furrows of years.

And the hoary-headed bewail

The friends they shall know no more;

They are gone; they are wrapped in the mould

The sons of the mighty of yore.

For quenched is the flicker of life,

And no thought can flash through the brain;

They can taste nought sweet; there's no touch

In the hand; they can feel no pain.

And a brother may strew the grave

Of a brother with gold, or entomb

His corse with treasure untold;

But the dead must abide his doom.

For the gold the miser hoards,

And men struggle through life to win,

Cannot save from the wrath of God

The soul that is steeped in sin.

 

 

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