A Treasury of Canadian Verse, with Brief Biographical Notes - Unknown

Ah! what a motley multitude—

Magnanimous and mean!

'TIS solemn darkness; the sublime of shade;

Night, by no stars nor rising moon relieved;

The awful blank of nothingness arrayed,

O'er which my eyeballs roll in vain, deceived.

Upward, around, and downward I explore,