Arthur
Grimble .
It seemed
there
was
no
room
for
strife ,
For all the
world
was
glad
with
peace ,
And beauty
was at one with
life
In
harmony
which
could
not
cease .
So
instant did
contentment seem
I
could
not think
it all
a
dream .
But
ah ,
the joy my spirit won
Fled
as
the
golden
vision
passed .
The
children
of my
dream
are
gone :
A
thousand
ages
hold
them
fast.
The
continent
that
used
to
be
Is hidden
in
the purple
sea .
* BIRTH .
CHE who
gives
birth
in
woe
Forgets
her
pain
at morn ,
Joyful to know
A man
is born .
And
all
her
senses
sing
That
from
her
blood
and
bone
New
life
should
spring,
New , yet her
own.