To R. D. Maclean

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Title:     To R. D. Maclean
Author: Leigh Gordon Giltner [More Titles by Giltner]

If words were winged arrows tipped with flame,
Far-flying thro' the vast of time and space,
If Erato should lend me some rare grace,
Then might I dare to breathe in song your name.
Ah, Player-king, unmoved by all renown,
Acclaim and praise that wait upon your name,
You pluck a laurel from the wreath of fame,
Then, careless of the guerdon, cast it down.

[The end]
Leigh Gordon Giltner's poem: To R. D. Maclean

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