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TO HARRISON S. MORRIS
Ah, not for us the Heavens that hold
God's message of Promethean fire!
The flame that fell on bards of old
To hallow and inspire.
God's message of Promethean fire!
The flame that fell on bards of old
To hallow and inspire.
Yet let the soul dream on and dare
No less Song's heights where these repose:
We can but fail; and may prepare
The way for one like those.
No less Song's heights where these repose:
We can but fail; and may prepare
The way for one like those.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |