Autumn-Ending (verse)
Miller, J. Corson
Prison Cells Six by three and a half, And seven high: Such are the holes in which Men live and die. Kennels for dogs are these, Not human souls— Even if black they be— Paying their ...
...Until the cells grow wide Justice will fail: Men still have burning hearts Though bound in jail...
...Wages of sin, say you, Yea, and much more: What part of all they pay Lies at your door...
...Kennels for dogs are these, Not human souls— Even if black they be— Paying their doles...
...Don C. Seitz...
Vol. 3 • December 1925 • No. 6
