Treasure Island

John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

Life’s Glass


Like unto echoed music in a dream,
A slowly sailing cloud in summer's sky,
Achieving some mysterious work on high,
A thought that shines with an ethereal gleam,
A passing river with a heavenly breast,
That also feels a thousand joys of earth,
The distant sound of some fair village mirth,
A snow-clad mountain in a moonlight rest,
A war-clash and a woe that fades away,
A desolation that shall bloom again,
A look of love though shaded with reserve,
Some hieroglyph unread, yet clear as day:
Like each in turn thy life shines forth to men,
Impelled by Love to wonder and to serve.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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