‘The sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled; But now I only hear Its melancholy long withdrawing roar Retreating to the breath Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.’
A TEST OF THE TRUTH.
BYOXONIENSIS.
‘POST TENEBRAS—LUX.’
LONDON:
ELLIOT STOCK,
62, PATERNOSTER ROW, E.C.
1897.