| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 8. Andrew Marvell |
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| SPIRIT, that lookest from the starry fold | |
| Of truth’s white flock, next to thy Milton there | |
| Accept my reverence though but feebly told. | |
| And oh! my heart from thy example rare | |
| Henceforth its being for worthiest ends would bear. | 5 |
| Thy deeds, though plain, were towering all and bold, | |
| And like the stedfast columns that uphold | |
| Some awful temple to thy duty were. | |
| How much thy story has enlarged my ken | |
| Of real greatness! Of mere conquerors I | 10 |
| Read but with anger, or with shame; but when | |
| Of thee, uplifted into virtue’s sky, | |
| I glory in my brotherhood with men, | |
| And feel how nobly all may live and die. | |
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