THE STIRRUP-CUP.
Your eyes—and a. thousand stars Leap from tho night to aid mo; X scale the impossible bars, I laugh at a world that dismayed me. Your voice—and the thundering skies' Tremble and . cease to appal mo. Coward 110 longer, I rise - Spurred for what 'battles may call me. Your arms—and my purpose grows strong!. .... *• " Your lips—and high passions comploto me.... . - For your lovo, it is armour and And where is tho thing to dofeat me! —Louis Untermeyer,
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Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2360, 16 January 1915, Page 2
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79THE STIRRUP-CUP. Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2360, 16 January 1915, Page 2
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