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Excerpt from Sparks
A time there was, but ne''er will be again, When rhyme ?owed freely from my nimble pen, When thoughts that live and breathe, and words that tell, Came like pure waters from some mountain dell. But now the pen grows stiff, the heart grows old, The thoughts that burned, forever have grown cold; The channels from the mountain glen are dry, And hopes that made life young seem doomed to die. Well, be it so; such changes matter not; Mine is none other than the human lot; The tenderest ties, like new-born infant''s breath, Are soonest riven by the cruel hand of death. And yet I would not break the lingering spell, Nor to its joys and pleasures say farewell; But sometimes even yet would humbly soar On Pegasus, as in the days of yore; On fearless wings of inspiration roam, And ''mid the Spirit worlds would find my home. The author.
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A time there was, but ne''er will be again, When rhyme ?owed freely from my nimble pen, When thoughts that live and breathe, and words that tell, Came like pure waters from some mountain dell. But now the pen grows stiff, the heart grows old, The thoughts that burned, forever have grown cold; The channels from the mountain glen are dry, And hopes that made life young seem doomed to die. Well, be it so; such changes matter not; Mine is none other than the human lot; The tenderest ties, like new-born infant''s breath, Are soonest riven by the cruel hand of death. And yet I would not break the lingering spell, Nor to its joys and pleasures say farewell; But sometimes even yet would humbly soar On Pegasus, as in the days of yore; On fearless wings of inspiration roam, And ''mid the Spirit worlds would find my home. The author.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Paperback
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Author
Paul Fulton Witherspoon
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781331759331
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.6 cm
Page Count - 104
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