Author George Eliot An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called " law-thirsty: " all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. Pray, where lie such lands now? . . 2d Gent. Why, where they lay of old ā in human souls. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments