Walter William Strickland

Two Mock Epics (1894–1914)

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Walter William Strickland,  Two Mock Epics (1894–1914)

“ Ina long chain that has no ending;
Though, to a mind that sees and thinks,
A boundless net, through all things wending,
Were amore apt similitude;
Our narrow, lancet minds perceiving
One file of meshes, and believing
That to be all, as eyes conclude,
Because so moulded by our sight,
In rays and pencils springs the light
That rolls through all things infinite,—
One strand, I say, of causes and
Effects was twisted in the land
Of Yankee, which I place my trust on
To save Sir Blasius from combustion.
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Walter William Strickland,  Two Mock Epics (1894–1914)

“ So Blasius won the day, at least, he
Appeared to win, but soon his outlines
And his Achates, too, grow misty
Far down stream, and the night of doubt lines
The hollow vale, and hangs its pall
O’er mountain shrine, o’er echoing hall,
O’er whited kirk, o’er fretted altar,
O’er chanted rhymes, o’er periods rounded,
O’er creeds that fail, o’er faiths that falter,
All mouldering, in one white ring bounded,
Dim as the shadowy streams that pen
The pale, wan ghosts that once were men
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Walter William Strickland,  Two Mock Epics (1894–1914)

“ Itself, to show the sceptic scoffers
Who mock humanity’s weak sides
How subtly interest divides
The bands of hate; what vice exacts
Self-love or avarice counteracts;
How passions timely yield to reason’s
Mild influence or the change of seasons;
How nature’s nail now this whim stopping,
Now that, keeps all the cat-gut hopping,
Expectant lifted high, now sinking
Despairing, swearing, hoodwinking, drinking,
Protesting, resting, declaiming, blaming,
Now cutting short its own existence,
Its neighbour’s now, with the assistance
Of slugs and seconds, swords and scandals
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