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Poem
February 18, 1889
Weekly Courier Journal
Louisville, Jefferson County, Kentucky
What is this article about?
A sonnet likening life's weary journey to a desert mirage, where travelers glimpse a hopeful vision of a world without death, toil, or grief, urging scientists not to deem it mere illusion.
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THE MIRAGE.
(H. T. R.)
They tell us that when weary travelers deem
They view through quivering heat across the sand
Great rocks for shadow in a weary land,
And clustering palms, and, fairer yet, the gleam
Where smiles in light to laugh in sound the stream,
This is the work of some enchanter's wand,
But that reflected here true visions stand
Of far-off things that close beside them seem,
So worn with life's hot march, when near at hand
A happier world we see upon us beam.
Where death and parting need not be our theme,
None there by toil forefought, by grief unmanned.
Prophets of Science, hush your stern command,
Oh! bid us not to hold it all a dream
(H. T. R.)
They tell us that when weary travelers deem
They view through quivering heat across the sand
Great rocks for shadow in a weary land,
And clustering palms, and, fairer yet, the gleam
Where smiles in light to laugh in sound the stream,
This is the work of some enchanter's wand,
But that reflected here true visions stand
Of far-off things that close beside them seem,
So worn with life's hot march, when near at hand
A happier world we see upon us beam.
Where death and parting need not be our theme,
None there by toil forefought, by grief unmanned.
Prophets of Science, hush your stern command,
Oh! bid us not to hold it all a dream
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Science Progress
What keywords are associated?
Mirage
Weary Travelers
Desert Heat
Happier World
Prophets Of Science
Stern Command
Hold It A Dream
What entities or persons were involved?
(H. T. R.)
Poem Details
Title
The Mirage.
Author
(H. T. R.)
Key Lines
They Tell Us That When Weary Travelers Deem
Prophets Of Science, Hush Your Stern Command,
Oh! Bid Us Not To Hold It All A Dream