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A BROKEN ASHLARby Bro. Seymor
Brandes A sense
of imperfection round me clings; I hear
an inward voice in deep lament: Through
the dark chancel of my soul there rings A boding
chant, with fear and yearning blent. Thin as
a specter's voice in lonely round: I cannot
tell from whence it came-or why,- It
harrows all my thoughts with mournful sound, Like
echoes of a drowning seaman's cry. The
precious pearls of wasted talent thrown In
isolated spots of my life's field: Its
irrecoverable riches sown As
worthless seed that gave a barren yield. The
images of folly, sloth and sin That
flecked with error all my nobler past, Troop
mockingly around with leering grin; I view
with shuddering doubt-I am aghast! |
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