To flee from memory

Had we the Wings

Many would fly

Inured to slower things

Birds with surprise

Would scan the cowering Van

Of men escaping

From the mind of man

Poet:

       "The Prophets, do they live forever?" -- Zech. I. 5.

 

            Those spirits God ordained,

        To stand the watchmen on the outer wall,

        Upon whose souls the beams of truth first fall;
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Poet:

When Memory is full

Put on the perfect Lid —

This Morning's finest syllable

Presumptuous Evening said —

Poet: