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OLDHAMIA ANTIQUA

Is nothing left? Have all things passed thee by?

The stars are not thy stars! The aged hills

Are changed and bowed beneath repeated ills

Of ice and snow, of river and of sky.

The sea that raiseth now in agony

Is not thy sea. The stormy voice that fills

This gloom with man’s remotest sorrow shrills

The memory of the futurity!

We – promise of the ages! – Lift thine eyes,

And gazing on these tendrils intertwined

For Aeons in the shadows, recognize

In Hope and Joy, in heaven-seeking Mind,

In Faith, in Love, in Reason’s potent spell

The visitants that bid a world farewell!

John Joly (1857–1933)