The Argosy — page 82: what you’re looking at

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The Fulness of the W orld, 69 A soul gone forth! a body laid Mid dusty nettles, rank and tall: Six feet of clay, a few rough boards— Hid and forgot of all! What of the restless up and down ?— The joy—the sin—the toil for bread P The bitter work of heart and brain P— ‘The world is full of Death,” he sard. III, He wandered down a forest path— A forest path where shadows fall— And round his way the tangled trees Encircled, like a wall. He looked to right, he looked to left, Where rain-soaked mouldered leaves were seen, Until there peered from out the wreck A primrose, golden-green : A token of the by-and-by— New promise, out of old decay, The present linking, one with one, Future and past alway. The rugged blackthorn hedge was thick With shining buds of pearly round, And hazel tassels, in the brakes, Were scattered on the ground. Still hung forlorn the broken nests, Which winter winds had spared till now ; But new bird-builders toiled and wrought In bush, and branch, and bough. Not swift of working, but most sure, Both life, and death, and good, and ill, By constant interchange of place, Purpose most high fulfil. Wisdom is great! Yet who hath taught Her wisdom? Who hath set in tune This constant order of the earth? After December, June? Who, like the sweet musician throned Behind the organ’s many keys, With here and there a magic touch Weaveth great symphonies? Who, without fault of human flaw, Hath order, both for quick and dead ? A master-worker, wise and strong !— ‘The world is full of Gop!” he said. COMIC OOO SS (C(O)