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Was Shakespeare A Freemason ?
seriousness ; let it be sufficient to add that it was commenced with a pleasure , lasting to the end , which is reached with reluctance and regret . So much has been left unsaid that might have been well said—so much said that might have been far better said—so many points of interest scantily touched—so many left untouched altogether ; still the object sought will be attained , if a gleam of pleasure has been conveyed to a single reader—if a grain of information has been imparted—or a thought communicated in harmony with the intention .
A Twilight Song On The River Fowey.
A TWILIGHT SONG ON THE RIVER FOWEY .
BY BRO . EMRA HOLMES . THE g low of the sunset clings to the gorse , Its golden clusters entrance mine eyes ; And niht-birdsfling across my course
g , y , Greet mine ears with their peaceful cries . The waves come lapping in o ' er the strand , A white-sailed vessel goes idly by , Soft twilig ht comes over all the land , Like to the heavenly " by-and-bye . "
I step on board of my little bark , And put out aimlessly from the shore ; The evening star , like a brilliant spark , Gleams from sapphire skies as of yore . A great white owl flits over the wood
, With its mournful cry tu-whit-tn-woo ; Methinks I have that folly withstood , The strong temptation , to wit to woo . For I am too poor to offer a home To the girl I shall love for ever and aye ;
And I would scorn to ask her to come , Fearful lest she should say me nay . 'Neath the hanging woods on the rivers' marge My echoing oars wake the silent stream , And the swaying branches , looming large , Lean over and beckon , like ghosts in a dream
But somehow my boat seems to know its way To the maiden ' s bower : what can one do ? A fluttering figu re ; I haste to the fray : What have I come for ?• To wit to woo .
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Was Shakespeare A Freemason ?
seriousness ; let it be sufficient to add that it was commenced with a pleasure , lasting to the end , which is reached with reluctance and regret . So much has been left unsaid that might have been well said—so much said that might have been far better said—so many points of interest scantily touched—so many left untouched altogether ; still the object sought will be attained , if a gleam of pleasure has been conveyed to a single reader—if a grain of information has been imparted—or a thought communicated in harmony with the intention .
A Twilight Song On The River Fowey.
A TWILIGHT SONG ON THE RIVER FOWEY .
BY BRO . EMRA HOLMES . THE g low of the sunset clings to the gorse , Its golden clusters entrance mine eyes ; And niht-birdsfling across my course
g , y , Greet mine ears with their peaceful cries . The waves come lapping in o ' er the strand , A white-sailed vessel goes idly by , Soft twilig ht comes over all the land , Like to the heavenly " by-and-bye . "
I step on board of my little bark , And put out aimlessly from the shore ; The evening star , like a brilliant spark , Gleams from sapphire skies as of yore . A great white owl flits over the wood
, With its mournful cry tu-whit-tn-woo ; Methinks I have that folly withstood , The strong temptation , to wit to woo . For I am too poor to offer a home To the girl I shall love for ever and aye ;
And I would scorn to ask her to come , Fearful lest she should say me nay . 'Neath the hanging woods on the rivers' marge My echoing oars wake the silent stream , And the swaying branches , looming large , Lean over and beckon , like ghosts in a dream
But somehow my boat seems to know its way To the maiden ' s bower : what can one do ? A fluttering figu re ; I haste to the fray : What have I come for ?• To wit to woo .