Flower o' the thorn A book of wayside verse: By John Payne |
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THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES.
SINGER of the worlds unseen, our world aboutThat press with viewless presence day and night,
Our lives encompassing, as darkness light,
Thy spirit sojourned in the ways without
The common clime of human hope and doubt,
Impalpable to all save those by right
Of birth who have the dreamer's second-sight
And are familiars of the shadow-rout.
Hast thou found peace, proud soul, that no content
Knew'st in the wonted ways of shade and sun?
I cannot rate thee with the rabble dead,
In the pale dust for ever dumbly pent:
Yet, in thine own great language hast thou said,
“Many are the ways: the little home is one.”
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