In the Time of Tyrants by William Soutar

All that the hand may touch;
All that the hand may own;
Crumbles beyond time’s clutch
Down to oblivion.

Fear not the boasts which wound:
Fear not the threats which bind:
Always on broken ground
The seeds fall from the mind.

Always in darkest loam
A birthday is begun;
And from its catacomb
A candle lights the sun.

From: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/time-tyrants

Date: 1939

By: William Soutar (1898-1943)

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