Clouds that love through air to hasten, Helmet-like themselves will fasten What, if through the frozen centre If on windy days the raven Though the sea-horse in the ocean The fleet ostrich, till day closes Day and night my toils redouble, Never nearer to the goal; Night and day, I feel the trouble "IF THIS GREAT WORLD." If this great world of joy and pain If Freedom, set, will rise again, Woe to the purblind crew who fill WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. SMALL service is true service while it lasts; INSCRIPTION INTENDED FOR A STONE IN THE GROUNDS OF IN these fair vales hath many a tree So let it rest; and time will come W. Brendon and Son, Printers, Plymouth. |