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Supremacy There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land it is, where shadows are, Whose lorn estate my verse may never tell. SUPREMACY THERE IS A DREAR AND LONELY TRACK OF HELL FROM ALL THE CALMING GLOOM REMOVED AFAR A FLAT SAD LAND IT IS WHERE SHADOWS ARE WHOSE LORN ESTATE MY VERSE MAY NEVER TELL
the grass grow there; and leave his verse To tell the story of the life he led. Let the man go: let the dead flesh be dead, And let the worms be its biographers. Song sloughs away the sin to find redress In art's complete remembrance: nothing clings For long but laurel to the stricken brow That felt the Muse's finger; nothing less Than hell's fulfilment of the end of things Can blot the star that shines on Paris now. Sonnet When we can all so excellently give The measure of love's wisdom with a blow, -- Why can we not in turn receive it so, And end this murmur for the life we live? And when we do so frantically strive To win strange faith, why do we shun to know That in love's elemental over-glow God's wholeness gleams with light superlative? Oh, brother men, if you have eyes at all, Look at a branch, a bird, a child, a rose, -- Or anything God ever made that grows, -- Nor let the smallest vision of it slip, Till you can read, as on Belshazzar's wall, The glory of eternal partnership!   SUPREMACY BY EDWIN ALLINGTON ROBINSON READ FOR LEIPER BOXCOTT ORG BY JAMES LOPENE 
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