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MIRACLES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE

First Line: THE MIRACLES ARE PAST, YOU SAY
Last Line: WHEN WHITE-WINGED SHIPS GO BY.
Subject(s): MIRACLES;
THE miracles are past, you say.
Look in the eastern sky;
Old Daedalus soars there to-day
With his white wings on high,

And Icarus follows after him
On toward the golden sun.
Swift on aërial tides they swim,
Faster than horses run.

They left the labyrinth below
Their freedom to regain;
Now past the mountain peaks they go,
And down the clouded lane.

If this was counted wonderful
In Crete, for men to fly,
We, then, should call it miracle
When white-winged ships go by.



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