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A Baluster of Old Carlisle Bridge: Now Supporting a Sun Dial in a GardenAuthor(s): Deborah WebbSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 40, No. 470 (Aug., 1912), p. 479Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20503268 .
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A BALUSTER OF OLD CARLISLE BRIDGE 479
papers seem the best. One of them tells the story of Father
Damien, with additional particulars that increase its interest greatly. " The Mind of the Deaf Mute " is a valuable contri
bution to a pathetic subject. Some of the slighter sketches are
very amusing. The whole book is agreeable reading.
A BALUSTER OF OLD CARLISLE BRIDGE
Now supporting a Sun Dial in a Garden.
WE stood on the bridge; and ever The restless, turbid river
Swept below; And all through the livelong day
By our side Passed the restless human tide
To and fro, With a city's tumult and roar. Thus a century rolled away,
And our place upon the bridge knows us no more.
For a wondrous change befell: Of my brethren, who can tell ?
But I stand With my quiet shadow drawn On a little grassy lawn In a still and fragrant land,
Here the rainbow-tinted flowers Dream away the peaceful hours, And a dial on my brow Marks each sunny moment now, As I ponder o'er the past In serene old age at last
DEBORAH \VEBB.
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