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On the horizon the peaks assembled… And as I looked, The march of the mountains began. As they marched, they sang, “Aye! We come! We come!”
I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my fee… And I saw the quick stream of men Pouring ceaselessly, Filled with eager faces,
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…
Why do you strive for greatness, f… Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, there are certain barbar… Who tilt their noses
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass.
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. He said, “Show me of your wares.” And this I did, Holding forth one.
Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, the walls of the temple
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. ‘No flowers for him,’ he said.
There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishme… All upon the head of her, And went away gaily.
A learned man came to me once. He said, “I know the way,—come.” And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we
Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink.
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually.
A newspaper is a collection of hal… Which, bawled by boys from mile to… Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering… While families cuddle the joys of…
When a people reach the top of a h… Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arm… A vision of their dead comes to th… The moon shall not be too old