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Fringilla:Some Tales in Verse

Some Tales in Verse

9781465557032
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Library of Alexandria
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TO MY PEN Thou feeble implement of mind, Wherewith she strove to scrawl her name; But, like a mitcher, left behind No signature, no stroke, no claim, No hint that she hath pined— Shall ever come a stronger time, When thou shalt be a tool of skill, And steadfast purpose, to fulfil A higher task than rhyme? II Thou puny instrument of soul, Wherewith she labours to impart Her efforts at some arduous goal; But fails to bring thy coarser art Beneath a fine control— Shall ever come a fairer day, When thou shalt be a buoyant plume, To soar, where clearer suns illume, And fresher breezes play? Thou weak interpreter of heart, So impotent to tell the tale Of love’s delight, of envy’s smart, Of passion, and ambition’s bale, Of pride that dwells apart— Shall I, in length of time, attain (By walking in the human ways, With love of Him, who made and sways) To ply thee, less in vain? If so, thou shalt be more to me Than sword, or sceptre, flag, or crown; With mind, and soul, and heart in thee, Despising gold, and sham renown; But truthful, kind, and free— Then come; though now a pithless quill, Uncouth, unfledged, indefinite,— In time, thou shalt be taught to write, By patience, and good-will

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