THE EQUINOX
Το see thee changed, ah
l ’tis a sign of Time‘s
Unending, ceaseless march.
You come again
With those thick dusky masses coiled betimes
And coifed around thy head in plait and chain.
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'Tis but a trifling change—a petty pace,
But fraught with all the force of Yet Το Be:
For to mine eyes thy simple act of grace
Is one step onward, whither no one can see—
A little further to the Great Unknown
By ways where Life's Periodics plants her rood
The Living Progress landmarks all alone,
Soon passed :—thou reachest on to Womanhood!
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Fair—God grant that it be fair—thy world
!
With influence of Goodness shed around
Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl
With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound
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Have mercy, God!
I am not proud, not proud!
But all my pent—up wrath I pour on Spite
It is enough! forgive these murmurings loud
Against the Powers and Majesties of Night.
L’ENVOI
Good child, you will again depart—Fates weave their spell,
All hail
!
God-speed
l May God be with you! and—Farewell
!
D. HAMISH JENKINS.
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