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Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4538, 21 July 1883, Page 1

Select Poetry.

A STUDENT. Over an ancient scroll I bout, Steeping my soul ia wise content, Nor paused a moment, save to chide A low voice whispering at my aide. I wore beneath the stars' pale shrine A dream, half human, half divine; And shook off (not to break the charm) A little hand laid on my arm. I read j until my heart wonld glow With the great deeds of'long ago; Nor heard, while with those mighty dead, Pass to and fro a faltering tread. On tho old theme t pondered long— Tho struggle between right and wrong; I could not check such visions high, To sooth' a little quivering sigh. I tried to solve the'problem—Life; Dreaming of, that myateriouaiatrife, How could I leave such reasonings wise, To answer two blue pleading eyes ? I strove how best to give, and when, My blood to save my i&llow-men— How could I turn aside, toiook At snowdrops laid upon my book ? Now Time lms fled—the world v strange, Something there is of pairi and change; ■ My books lie closod npon the shelf; I miss the 1 old heart in myself. > • I miss the sunbeams m my room— ' It was nqt always wrapped' in gloom; I miss my dreams-they fade so fast, Or flit into some trivial past. '■', ' t ■ ■ ' ■ , i : '„ The great stream of the world goes by; None care, or heed, or question, why I, the lone student, cannot raise My voice or hand as in old days.-,,. ; No echo seoms to wake again - '. •■ • My heart to anything but pain,' Save when a dream of twilight brings The fluttering of an ange.'s wings!,. l- , • , A.' A. P. '-