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James Brunton Stephens

(17 June 1835 – 29 June 1902 / Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;)

Poems of James Brunton Stephens

61. The Southern Cross 3/3/2010
62. The Squatter's Baccy Famine 3/3/2010
63. The Story of a Soul 3/3/2010
64. The Turn of the Road 4/16/2010
65. To a Black Gin 3/3/2010
66. Universally Respected 3/3/2010

Not Understood

Not understood, we move along asunder;
   Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
   Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
   Not understood.

Not understood, we gather false impressions
   And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;

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