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“He is mad as a hare, poor fellow, And should be in chains,” you say. I haven’t a doubt of your statemen… But who isn’t mad, I pray? Why, the world is a great asylum,
Now is the time when India is gay With wedding parties; and the radi… Seem like a scattered rainbow taki… In human pleasures. Dressed in br… They fling upon the bride their wr…
Do you know where the summer bloom… Where there never is rain on a pic… Where the thornless rose in its be… And little boys never are called f… Then, oh! hey! it is far away–
We have scores of temperance men, Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen, And we value what they do. But, my friends,
Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or stre… The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and sa…
In the dawn of the day when the se… Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth with a heart full of c… To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the wa…
There is something in the sound of… That stirs all the savage instinct… In the old times of peace we went… Through proper days Of little joys and tasks. Lonely…
I have listened to the sighing of… I have heard it change to crying,… I have seen the money-getters pass… As they went to forge new fetters… Then the voice of Labour thundere…
Sir Knight of the world’s oldest… Sir Knight of the Army of God, You have crossed the strange mysti… The ground floor of truth you have… You have entered the sanctum sanct…
Thou dost not know it! but to hear One word of praise from thee, There is no pain I would not bear… No task too great for me. My hands could tireless toil all d…
I have lived this life as the skep… I have said the sweetness was less… Praising, nor cursing, the Hand t… I have drifted aimlessly through i… I have scoffed at the tale of a so…
Now who is ready to go with me Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be… All dressed in a snow white gown. No shoe or stocking, they think it…
Just a little every day– That’s the way! Seeds in darkness swell and grow, Tiny blades push through the snow; Never any flower of May
As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want to read, sir! Never mind or heed, sir!
On the white throat of useless pas… That scorched my soul with its bur… I clutched my fingers in murderous… And gathered them close in a grip… For why should I fan, or feed wit…