Finis (Poems of London)

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Title:     Finis (Poems of London)
Author: John Presland [More Titles by Presland]

S.C.K.S.

A book's end is the end of many hopes;
Much good endeavour; certain hours of stress
When brain and spirit fail, and laziness
Thralls the poor body--yet the purpose gropes
Athwart it all, and as the horseman cheers
His tired beast with chirrup, spur, and goad
Towards his home along the heavy road,
So drives us purpose till the end appears.
Read it who may! Find more or less of good
Within its covers, but at least find this:
Glad service to a great and noble aim
That may be striven for, and understood,
And fallen short of--so not quite we miss
In our small lamp of clay Truth's very flame.

[The end]
John Presland's poem: Finis

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