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Christopher John Brennan

(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)

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The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy


THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy,
the naked sword that will be kist,
how distant seem’d they to the boy,
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  • Paul Reed (2/28/2014 6:54:00 AM)

    This seems to describe the loss of naivety and the dawning of reality. Interesting phrasing, must read some more by Brennan (Report) Reply

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