QUATRAIN.

QUATRAIN.

To dash irradiant on the barren shoreThe wave is born; the lark to sing and soar;To traffic with the sun upsprings the tree—Man only has no certain destiny.—H. C. H.

To dash irradiant on the barren shoreThe wave is born; the lark to sing and soar;To traffic with the sun upsprings the tree—Man only has no certain destiny.—H. C. H.

To dash irradiant on the barren shoreThe wave is born; the lark to sing and soar;To traffic with the sun upsprings the tree—Man only has no certain destiny.

To dash irradiant on the barren shore

The wave is born; the lark to sing and soar;

To traffic with the sun upsprings the tree—

Man only has no certain destiny.

—H. C. H.

—H. C. H.

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