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 OLIVER ST. JOHN GOGARTY

Where none may live and more J s the pity!-

The Perfect, the Forbidden City,

Then leave me while I have the light

To fill my mind with growths of white,

Think of them longer than

Their budding hour, their springing day,

Until my mind is more than May,

And, maybe, I shall plan

To make them yet break out like this

And blossom where their image is,

More lasting and more deep

Than coral boughs in light inurn'd,

When they are to the earth return'd;

And I am turn'd to sleep.

��942 The Image-Maker

HARD is the stone, but harder still The delicate preforming will That guided by a dream alone, Subdues and moulds the hardest stone, Making the stubborn jade release The emblem of eternal peace.

If but the will be firmly bent, No stuff resists the mind's intent; The adamant abets his skill And sternly aids the artist's will, To clothe in perdurable pride Beauty his transient eyes descried.

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