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C J Dennis - The Drama
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Ah, well, the thing that lived lives on,
   And who are we to say it nay?
When Vandal and when Goth had gone,
   Long, long beyond great Caesar`s day,
The Arts that sought for heights sublime,
Still scaled Olympus, scorning time.

And we who tread this little earth,
   Seeking for profit or for fame,
And count one life`s poor efforts worth
   The meed of all the world`s acclaim -
How do we count?  What do we bring
To earth`s great final reckoning?

Oh, are we not as little boys
   Striving to conquer sea and air,
Playing a while with futile toys
   To fight the bogey of despair?
While, in the end, invention`s lure
Finds us relief - but never cure.

Invention?  Men may, late or soon,
   Thro` high ambition`s urge, aspire,
And, so aspiring, win the boon
   Of great and ultimate desire.
But art?  Or talkies?  Nothing loth,
I`m game to own there`s room for both.
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