The End of the Book

Charles Harpur

MY WORK is finished that has been to me
        My only solace for this many a day.
But whether it in other company
        May so beguile the time and hue the ray
        Of loneliness and thought, I dare not say;
Nor whether with the future it shall be
A thing of note, nor whether presently
        ’Tis doomed to waste like a thin mist away.
Yet whatsoever be its worldly lot,
        I know that, hive-like, it with love is stored,
And that through all its pages I have not
        Written one wilfully misleading word,
        Or traced one feeling that my heart ignored—
One line that truth has counselled me to blot.

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