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    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
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The Dark Ages

The Dark Ages

Lincoln, Abraham

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN13: 9791041986965
Publisher: Culturea
Published: Feb 27 2024
Pages: 66
Weight: 0.30
Height: 0.14 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
MEN call you dark. What factory then blurred the light Of golden suns, when nothing blacker than the shades Of coming rain climbed up the heather-mantled height? While the air Breathed all the scents of all untrodden flowers, And brooks poured silver through the glimmering glades, Then sweetly wound through virgin ground. Must all that beauty pass? And must our pleasure trains Like foul eruptions belch upon the mountain head? Must we perforce build vulgar villa lanes, And on sweet fields of grass The canting scutcheons of a cheating commerce spread? Men call you dark. Did that faith see with cobwebbed eyes, That built the airy octagon on Ely's hill, And Gloucester's Eastern wall that woos the topaz skies, Where the hymn Angelic Glory be to God on high, And peace on earth to men who feel good will, Might softly sound God's throne around? Is that a perfect faith Which pew-filled chapels rears, Where Gothic fronts of stone mask backs of ill-baked bricks, And where the frothy fighting preacher fears, As peasants fear a wraith, His deacon's frown or some just change in politics?

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