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Show Greatness. (Caroline D. Swan in the Churchman.) 'Mid the strange stories of the shadow-land shadow-land Three laureled ones, with solemn, burning eyes, Held high discourse. "Lo! Death's black river lies Behind us," snake the first. "Soon, awed we stand Before the Throne, to meet the dread demand. de-mand. What say we, brothers?" "Naught! Yet, soldier-wise. On earth we fought the spirit that denies; Thy blade, philosophy; thv brother's bmml, Science: the cutting edge of laws divine- And poetry, sweet scimitar of peace, -Whose liame is ungel-held, this this is mine." Slow spake the third: "Here, soldiering doth cease. . . F15ng we our laurels at the wounded feet And wait Love's flat from the judgment seat:" |