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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
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A GREETING.
Annie Besant, brave and dear,
May some message, uttered here,
Reach you, ringing golden-clear.
May some message, uttered here,
Reach you, ringing golden-clear.
Though we stand not side by side
In the front of battle wide,
Oft I think of you with pride,
In the front of battle wide,
Oft I think of you with pride,
Fellow-soldier in the fight!
Oft I see you flash by night,
Fiery-hearted for the Right!
Oft I see you flash by night,
Fiery-hearted for the Right!
You for others sow the Grain:
Yours the tears of ripening rain;
Theirs the smiling harvest-gain.
Yours the tears of ripening rain;
Theirs the smiling harvest-gain.
Fellow-worker! we shall be
Workers for Eternity;
Such my faith. And you shall see
Workers for Eternity;
Such my faith. And you shall see
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Life's no bubble blown of breath
To delude the sight till death;
Whatsoe'er the Un-Seeing saith.
To delude the sight till death;
Whatsoe'er the Un-Seeing saith.
Love that closes dying eyes,
Wakes them too, in glad surprise:
Love that makes for ever wise.
Wakes them too, in glad surprise:
Love that makes for ever wise.
Soul—whilst murmuring “There's no soul”—
Shall upspring like flame from coal:
Death is not Life's final goal.
Shall upspring like flame from coal:
Death is not Life's final goal.
Bruno lives! Such Spirits come,
Swords, immortal-tempered, from
Fire and Forge of Martyrdom.
Swords, immortal-tempered, from
Fire and Forge of Martyrdom.
You have Soul enough for seven;
Life enough our earth to leaven,
Love enough to create heaven.
Life enough our earth to leaven,
Love enough to create heaven.
One of God's own faithful Few,
Whilst unknowing it, are you,
Annie Besant, bravely true.
Whilst unknowing it, are you,
Annie Besant, bravely true.
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