Lines (verse)
Strong, L. A. G.
cGines So many ways my heart is torn I know how strangely I was born. Such confusion in my head Tells how strangely I was bred. Ireland poaching in my veins, England shepherding my...
...Sulky strangers heretofore, Let the mountain meet the tor, And the boulders in their rivers Be forgetters and forgivers...
...Woody Thames, serene and slow...
...L. A. G. Strong...
...Lonely, tumbled Annamoe: Lough and moorland, tor and strand, Each ambitious for command...
...Let my heart, while it has sense, Reconcile their difference...
...Ireland poaching in my veins, England shepherding my brains...
...Beauties that my mind may reach, I would give you each to each And make my heart the meeting place Where one shall learn another's grace, Hoping, ere my days are done To counsel many into one...
Vol. 12 • May 1930 • No. 3
