DEDICATION Before a midnight breaks in storm, Or herded sea in wrath, Ye know what wavering gusts inform The greater tempesť's path ; Till the loosed wind Drive all from mind, F4 Except Distress, which, so will prophets cry, Ere rivers league against the land In piratry of flood, Ye know what waters slip and stand Where seldom water stood. Yet who will note, Till fields afloat, And washen carcass and the returning well, Ye know who use the Crystal Ball 1903 UNDERGRAD. Then doth It pass Like breath from glass, But, on the extorted vision bowed intent, Before the years reborn behold Many shall hear The all-pregnant sphere, Bow to the birth and sweat, but-speech denied-- Yet instant to fore-shadowed need The eternal balance swings; These shall possess Our littleness, And in the imperial task (as worthy) lay Up our lives' all to piece one giant day. |