Poem May 4, 1899 Issue

The Eternal Now

BY BERT POOLE

I sat me down to write a line
My thoughts went back one year,
When Nature's sun had ceased to shine
And life had lost its cheer.

While thinking thus of former days,
My mortal mind was stirred
With chilling, reminiscent lays,
And evil voices heard.

Not satisfied, I called the muse
To guide my mind and pen;
She led a timely theme to choose
The Now instead of Then.

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