July 25, 1928 THE COMMONWEAL POEMS £anta Doucelina Sweet saint whose blessed eyes did see The peach turn rosy on the tree, Ripe moons of apricots appear Through cloudy green, Or skins of...
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The Chase While five loud ignorances argued, One keen intelligence had tracked The evidence, and when the others Came up they found it with the fact. The five were like contrary...
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