Book 10 — PROPHECY
Reading edition
HORACE HOLLEY ex-'10
All verse, all music; artistry Of cunning hand and feeling heart, All loveliness, whate'er it be, Is but the hint and broken part
Of that vast beauty and delight Which man shall know when he is free; When in his soul the alien night Folds up like darkness from the sea.
For e'en in song man still reveals His ancient fear, a mournful knell; Like one who dreams of home, but feels The bonds of an old prison cell.
Literary Monthly, 1909.