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I pray! My little body and whole spanOf years is Thine, my Owner and my Man.For Thou hast made me—unto Thee I oweThis dim, distressed half-soul that hurts me so,Compact of every crime, but, none the less,Broken by knowledge of…
Such as in Ships and brittle Barks Into the Seas descendShall learn how wholly on those Arks Our Victuals do depend.For, when a Man would bite or sup, Or buy him Goods or Gear,He needs must call the…
This ditty is a string of lies. But-how the deuce did Gubbins rise? Potiphar Gubbins, C.E. Stands at the top of the tree;And I muse in my bed on the reasons that led To the…
The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind,But he does not talk my talk— I cannot feel his mind.I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. The men of my…
“Now there were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor.” Jack Barrett went to Quetta Because they told him to.He left his wife at Simla On three-fourths his monthly screw.Jack Barrett died at Quetta Ere the next month’s…
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow.Fashioned the form of a tribesman — gaily he whistled and sung,Working the snow with his fingers. Read ye the Story of Ung!…
This is the midnight—let no star Delude us—dawn is very far.This is the tempest long foretold—Slow to make head but sure to hold Stand by! The lull ‘twixt blast and blast Signals the storm is near, not past;And worse than…
“A Priest in Spite of Himself” “How far is St. Helena from a little child at play!”What makes you want to wander there with all the world between.Oh, Mother, call your son again or else he’ll…