  Out of rare heart-deeps flowing, Primer than thought-spring founts, Upward, ’gainst vaster knowing, Lightsome the Song-word mounts. And athrob with some faith etern, From Being’s deep-violed strings, Draweth, to heaves that burn, The advent and sooth of things. Invokes unto Song, where the still Hopes go, The Spirit’s immutable law. BOER WAR LYRICS. |
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