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Show 43 '98 Glass Poem. A vision full of wonder came to me One morn when all the earth was fair; When I, alone, went up the sun-touched hills Amid a radiance that thrills and stills Like incense-breathing prayer. Below me stretched a pleasant plain whence paths Diverged. I saw them from my height, A m> riad ways. Beside t h tm flowers grew. Rosemary bordered some, and others, rue. Soon all were lost to sight. The plain was thronged with a great multitude Of men and women strong in youth; For the nations' college gates had opened wide And sent them forth,-a surging, restless tide, To search and prove the truth. Some stood all confident, and boldly sought To pierce the distance with keen glance, To find a highway for triumphant feet; Some, sobered, thought of trials they must meet, And vanquishment, perchance. I looked unto the hills beyond. Above The plain they rose, and on their height I saw two figures who were gazing long Upon the plain below,-the earnest throng Who passed within their sight. The figures were unlike as night and day. One stood all wrapt in murky gloom. His swarthy head from stooping shoulders thrust, Beneath thick brows his dark eyes lurked; No trust or hope in them had room. |