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Show HUMBLER POETS. No humble bard am I. What! shall mun perchancs lie viewed 1' faith, askance Lest Noble flights Blie Ufl Doth she not truly know Primrose, and violets blu., Green grass steeped la dew And sounds of waters flow? Ila'h she not nature beard, hmie chords from naked trees, Dim moans from long-lost seas And notes of woodland bird Hath she not supped with fata, Hrokea the ashen crust. In sackcloth and In dust Hath nhe not-learned to waltT Kami liar hat h she been Long since with life and death Ami she hath breathed the breath Of lnaoceucu and sin. So Hhe hath walked with lore, Known vengence, aye and wrath( The eagle", eye she hath And heart of gentle dove. Then shall she mutely rest Humble with outstretched palm. CravliiK scholastic alms? Ah; that ludottd were Jest. Kor she hath high desire And for the world d sd.iln; And none shall pluck her rata Nor stay her heart of fire, I.riolt! to the dappled sulci With one exultant bound The sky-lark from the ground Swift as an arrow flies. Spread thus my muse thy wing I Hpurn earth with snonilng feot, And time's tips shall repeat Lyrics I heard thee sing. IKafnet t McGaffev, |