Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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LIFEKNOWLEDGE.
Experience and Worldwisdom! oh how dearThey cost us, these same vaunted Treasures! how
Many sweet Streams of Fancy cease to flow,
How many Gushings of the Heart grow sere,
How many Flowers must be withered, ere,
Creatures of Form and Custom, we can bow
And smile, and play our Parts in this vain Show,
Where no Love is! 'till we have schooled our Ear
And Eye, and checked the Beatings of the Heart,
So that it no more throb, e'en tho' the Theme
Were God and Freedom! can we not redeem
Our Souls from this worst Thralldom, or must Art,
And Form, and Custom, mould us 'till we seem
Automatons, Machines in every Part!
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