QUATRAIN.
Reading edition
To dash irradiant on the barren shore The wave is born; the lark to sing and soar; To traffic with the sun upsprings the tree— Man only has no certain destiny. —H. C. H.
Reading edition
To dash irradiant on the barren shore The wave is born; the lark to sing and soar; To traffic with the sun upsprings the tree— Man only has no certain destiny. —H. C. H.