The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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SONNET I
“ALONE WITH TRUTH”
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SONNET I
“ALONE WITH TRUTH”
Through all life's early hours when sunshine fell
In golden floods across the dawn-bright way,
One spirit held a hundred foes at bay
And ever cried: “I fear not. All is well.”
But soon a thousand of the hosts of hell
Sprang forth, and joined the blood-streaked first array
And sought with serried phalanx to dismay
Yet stormed not that one soul's stern citadel.
In golden floods across the dawn-bright way,
One spirit held a hundred foes at bay
And ever cried: “I fear not. All is well.”
But soon a thousand of the hosts of hell
Sprang forth, and joined the blood-streaked first array
And sought with serried phalanx to dismay
Yet stormed not that one soul's stern citadel.
Then came the night,—first gay with many a star
Flung like wild jewels o'er heaven's velvet-blue,
Next ever lonelier, as they faded far,
Till pitchy black the gemless dim vault grew:
Still the man fought, though hope's foot followed youth,
Alone in darkness, but alone with truth.
Flung like wild jewels o'er heaven's velvet-blue,
Next ever lonelier, as they faded far,
Till pitchy black the gemless dim vault grew:
Still the man fought, though hope's foot followed youth,
Alone in darkness, but alone with truth.
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