IOLÄUS
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
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IOLÄUS:
THE MAN THAT WAS A GHOST
BY
JAMES A. MACKERETH
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON
NEW YORK, BOMBAY AND CALCUTTA
1913
TO THE MEMORY OF
MY FRIEND
ARTHUR RANSOM
HAIL AND FAREWELL
To A.R.
We range the ringing slopes of life; but you
Scale the last summit, high in lonelier air,
Whose dizzy pinnacle each soul must dare
For valedictions born and ventures new.
From dust to spirit climb, O brave and true!
Strong in the wisdom that is more than prayer;
High o'er the mists of pain and of despair,
Mount to the vision, and the far adieu.
Merged in the vastness, with a calm surmise
Mount, lonely climber, brightened from afar;
Whose soul is secret as the evening-star;
Whose steps are toward the ultimate surprise:
No dubious morrow dims those daring eyes—
Divinely lit whence truth's horizons are.
The sonnets in this volume have previously appeared in the columns of"The Academy," "The Eye-Witness," and "The Yorkshire Observer." Mythanks are due to the Editors of these publications for their kindpermission to republish.
J.A.M.
Stocka House,
Cottingley,
Bingley.