Drawing Near The Light

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Title:     Drawing Near The Light
Author: William Morris [More Titles by Morris]

Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,
In haste and hurry to be there,
Nought seem its leaves and blossoms good,
For all that they be fashioned fair.

But looking up, at last we see
The glimmer of the open light,
From o'er the place where we would be:
Then grow the very brambles bright.

So now, amidst our day of strife,
With many a matter glad we play,
When once we see the light of life
Gleam through the tangle of to-day.

[The end]
William Morris's poem: Drawing Near The Light

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