Ernest The Rule of Right. Second Edition [by Capel Lofft] |
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But time is swift;
Too swift for lingering dreams. Then Linsingen,
Ere their dim wings had quite o'ershadowed him,
Scattered them with a start of energy,
To flee amain, like ghosts at the cock-crow,
Betokening day astir. He clapped the hat
On that grey head—handed the staff—then all
Forward—the young o'erbrimming with their glee,
The old rejoicing in their children's joy—
That kindly source, oft the lone one, that springs
In Eld's dry wilderness.
Too swift for lingering dreams. Then Linsingen,
Ere their dim wings had quite o'ershadowed him,
Scattered them with a start of energy,
To flee amain, like ghosts at the cock-crow,
Betokening day astir. He clapped the hat
On that grey head—handed the staff—then all
Forward—the young o'erbrimming with their glee,
The old rejoicing in their children's joy—
That kindly source, oft the lone one, that springs
In Eld's dry wilderness.
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