The Oracle
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Joseph Skipsey
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THE vision will vanish for ever,
That gildeth this moment thy track;
And in vain were the noblest endeavour
To call the enchantment back.
Yet pine not; a balm—an ovation
Is thine in the thought, that the day
Will come when thy bleak desolation
Will pass like thy vision away.
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