Fisherman's Daughter She liked to skip along the water's edge, To gather shells and strangely treasured things, To smell the ocean, hear along the sedge The chanteys of the breeze. The lazy wings...
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August 28, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 423 canoes paddled by Indians. All day long they go sheltered by the small roof of dry palm that covers the centre of the native canoe. At night they stop at...
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A bandit in the shadows on the lane He robs the travelers who pass him by, Demanding strength and beauty till they cry Of nothing more to give but grief and pain; And yet how strange that at...
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