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Show BALLAD OF BLIND MAN'S BUFF. By Ernest McGaffey. Bandaged and groping wildly, you and I Stop awkward, blindly reaching in this place; We cannot see beyond the fortressed sky Where stars, like sentries, do forever pace; Through sunless gloom our eager footsteps trace, While mocking shadows round us weave their flight, Yet ore our souls have lost all heart of grace Death touches us, and leads us to the light In stumbling circles do we travel by; Like shadows on walls our figures interlace. To solve the riddle of the Whence and Why Or fill with wine a newly shattered vase Was not vouchsafed to those of Adam's race, And so we wander to the loft and right, Until, between life's plnnaolo and base, Death touchos us, and leads us to the light. Then, since this fortune no one may deny And each must play the game in any case, Live, laugh, and love: wo mortals can but try To cheat this twin-mirage of Time and Space. Woman and Song, as mid the maze wo chase, Shall glint the utter darkness to our sight, Till, soft as down, though ponderous as a mace, Death touches us, and loads us to tho light. Envoy. i Prince! wo aro gathered In tho close embrace Of blind-fold hazard for a day and night; " And when wo meet the mystery face to face Death touches us, and leads us to tho light. St. Louis Mirror. |
