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The sworded angel's wrecks, the sphinx Though all the ages are its lifetime vast; supreme: Each soul that dies, in its most sacred

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636 W. E. H. LECKY - AUSTIN DOBSON — R. L. STEVENSON

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But now for gold we plot and plan;
And, from Beersheba unto Dan,
Apollo's self might pass unheard,
Or find the night-jar's note preferred -
Not so it fared, when time began,
With pipe and flute!

R. L. STEVENSON
(1850-1894)

THE CELESTIAL SURGEON (1882)

If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shown no glorious morning face;
If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not; if morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: —
Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake;
Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,
Choose thou, before that spirit die,
A piercing pain, a killing sin,

And to my dead heart run them in!

REQUIEM (1884)

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

THE MORNING DRUM-CALL

(1896)

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The morning drum-call on my eager ear Thrills unforgotten yet; the morning dew Lies yet undried along my field of noon. But now I pause at whiles in what I do,

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