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(an Introduction by Victor B. Neuburg)
from
THE STORY OF THE SANCTUARY
by
Vera Gwendolen Pragnell
The Vine Press Steyning 1928
Fitly and truly be this book to you Given; the seed was sown ere we were born By you, Master of Youth, by whom our morn Was seen afar. All that we prize as true Was held by you of old! Our reverence due Receive, O Master ever-young; be worn Youth's royal robes, and youth's imperial horn Be sounded through the world: This man was true.
True through the ages! O my brave Hellene, From age to age wearing the laurels; green Still be the bays for you! Be it our part To set the Master-heart i' the world astir! Love's pilgrim, sage and bard! Here's to the heart Of our youth's doyen, Edward Carpenter!
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