In the Time of Tyrants
Read 'In the Time of Tyrants' by 'William Soutar' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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