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MYOPTIC ESCHATOLOGY by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS

First Line: LAYING ASIDE MY GLASSES CLEAR
Last Line: "TO HANG MY WONTED GLASSES TO?"
Laying aside my glasses clear,
Kind squires to halt, myoptic eyes,
Blundering among blurred stars, I peer
Into the dim, dull-twinkling skies.

Some day, 'mid those faint lights adrift,
Wandering past all fancy far,
My spirit shall its journey shift
From half-seen star to half-seen star.

And this daft fear fantastic starts:
"In those blurred worlds what shall I do,
Lacking the firm material parts
To hang my wonted glasses to?"



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