WORLD WITHOUT END.
Ours is an ancient world, with fow things new! Old are the rock-ribbed faiths men hail as true, And old apostacies but masquerade In gayers garb than their deisgners made. The old ambitions art to-day our goad; Old doubts and fears beset us on our road. Old tribal feuds (mark still the conqueror’s heels!); Old jealousies—behold our rings of steel! Old sins and vanities are now our shame (Though ancient virtues mitigate our blame); Old yearnings—still we seek the Greater Grace; Old loyalties may yet preserve our race. Old griefs and joys our smiles and ears engage; Old fa)laeics( for KavS’ we grown more sage?): The Soul’s white ardors flame, the ages through; Ours is nn ancient world, with few things new! —Marlon L. Jackson.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 26 November 1927, Page 14
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128WORLD WITHOUT END. Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 26 November 1927, Page 14
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