"Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked; Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind."

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Source : Alfred Austin (1885). “At the Gate of the Convent: And Other Poems”

Alfred Austin

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