Sir Gilbert Parker Poems

Art's use! what is it but to touch the springs
Of nature? But to hold a torch up for
Humanity in Life's large corridor,
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It is enough that in this burdened time
The soul sees all its purposes aright.
The rest-what does it matter? Soon the night
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When you and I have play'd the little hour,
Have seen the tall subaltern Life to Death
Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath,
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