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THE EPIC OF THE AGE: 3. THE COMING POET, by                    
First Line: Is there no homer for the age of gold?
Last Line: The mouthpiece of our matchless century!—
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


Is there no Homer for the age of gold?
No Pilgrim pen to trace the tragedy
Of social "Paradises Lost" and gained,
And marshal nations in a grand review?
Not mine the golden pen immersed in light
To trace fair Truth upon the umbral sky—
Not mine the Atlas shoulders that shall bear
The pregnant century's living load—
Not e'en the melic voices that adorn
The rich neglected pages of our day,
But somewhere now methinks there dreams a youth
At times convulsed with energies divine,
"That with no middle flight intends to soar"
Above the common peaks that now appear—
The faithful harp, on which the age can play
Her regnant passions and her fitful moods—
The mouthpiece of our matchless century!—





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