From a London Garden
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That thus, ere life grew sad, and even then, You died. — I ask you to think thus of me. 49 D So each, perhaps, may keep Remembrance as of one he used to know, A dear, dead friend he ne'er again shall meet. And ne'er forget ; forgetfulness shall heap Its dust on all but that, and we may grow To find in such remembrance something sweet.
50 THE WIDER VIEW Nay, if your friend should prove A secret foe^ And where you sowed your love No love should grow ; If when your hope had end.
One smiled thereat.... One promised to befriend And then forgat — ■ You may not judge the world by this man or by that.
What though to-day the ways Are chill with sleet ? The year has many days.
And some are sweet ; 51 And' while the world no less Within its span Hath still one heart to bless For two that ban, You need but lose your faith in men, and not in man.
52 UNTIL THE EVENING Tired with the daily toil for daily bread, The spirit slaving for the body's needs, The brain and nerve are dulled, and the heart bleeds And breaks with grief of brooding thought unsaid : Were we but born to labour and be fed ?
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
That thus, ere life grew sad, and even then, You died. — I ask you to think thus of me. 49 D So each, perhaps, may keep Remembrance as of one he used to know, A dear, dead friend he ne'er again shall meet. And ne'er forget ; forgetfulness shall heap Its dust on all but that, and we may grow To find in such remembrance something sweet.
50 THE WIDER VIEW Nay, if your friend should prove A secret foe^ And where you sowed your love No love should grow ; If when your hope had end.
One smiled thereat.... One promised to befriend And then forgat — ■ You may not judge the world by this man or by that.
What though to-day the ways Are chill with sleet ? The year has many days.
And some are sweet ; 51 And' while the world no less Within its span Hath still one heart to bless For two that ban, You need but lose your faith in men, and not in man.
52 UNTIL THE EVENING Tired with the daily toil for daily bread, The spirit slaving for the body's needs, The brain and nerve are dulled, and the heart bleeds And breaks with grief of brooding thought unsaid : Were we but born to labour and be fed ?
What to read after From a London Garden?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Arthur St John Adcock to read onlineMoreLess
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