By John Davidson
301
Herbert.
We dream, we sing; we drive the quill
To keep the flesh upon our bones:
Therefore what trade have we with wrongs,
With ways and woes that spoil our songs?
We dream, we sing; we drive the quill
To keep the flesh upon our bones:
Therefore what trade have we with wrongs,
With ways and woes that spoil our songs?
Menzies.
None, none! Alas, there lies the sting!
We see, we feel, but cannot aid;
We hide our foolish heads and sing;
We live, we die; and all is said.
None, none! Alas, there lies the sting!
We see, we feel, but cannot aid;
We hide our foolish heads and sing;
We live, we die; and all is said.
Herbert.
To wonder-worlds of old romance
Our aching thoughts for solace run.
To wonder-worlds of old romance
Our aching thoughts for solace run.
Brian.
And some have stolen fire from France.
And some have stolen fire from France.
Sandy.
And some adore the Midnight Sun.
And some adore the Midnight Sun.
Menzies.
I, too, for light the world explore,
And, trembling, tread where angels trod;
Devout at every shrine adore,
And follow after each new god.
I, too, for light the world explore,
And, trembling, tread where angels trod;
Devout at every shrine adore,
And follow after each new god.
But
