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Page 16 - XIX. |A.nd thou from hence long since art launched away : § Out on the unplumbed distance and the dark. Haply already thou hast won to port, Or even yet thy wonder-pinioned bark Shoots on the unknown void in venturous sport. We, in an after day, Straining our vision after thy dim track, Trace on the distance an unwonted sheen ; And down the unimagined ways between The grandeur of thy music wanders back.
Page 13 - Ours is an age of traffic and unrest : Like wind men stream along, but not like wind They snatch no respite from their hard-won speed, Or Time would laugh and leave them far behind. Pleasure, and always pleasure is their need ; To have, is to be blest ; And while they struggle vainly for the prize, Out on some quiet unsuspected isle Th' unlettered heathen holds it all the while, And lives his simple life, and loves, and dies.