(Childless Woman She kept an azalea In the sitting room, Foaming all winter With coral bloom; And red geraniums On each sunny sill, Gold pots of crocus And daffodil So no one who passed By...
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There comes a conquering quietness, which wears The velvet armor that can vanquish grief, A quietness which makes the noisy years Tread softer than the falling of a leaf On a lost meadow, where...
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The Watchman A watchman of dawn went walking by, Walking beautifully through the glow; Swinging his lantern along the sky, Swinging it high and low. I heard his voice in my faraway...
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I am weary of the world's ways And weary of my own. I will go and seek the valleys Where time is overthrown. I will scale the windy passes And lie down among the grasses And forget the lads...
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The limp leaves wake, dull branches stir With rustling hope and—grimier Than green—grass murmurs; blossoms lift Their dusty heads; far, dark clouds drift Down the cruel blue to soothe the...
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576 THE COMMONWEAL March 3 ~ , I927 social obligations. This formulation of the moral standard exhibits the fields of ethics as being three- fold, comprising duties to oneself, to God, and to the...
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January 26, x927 THE COMMONWEAL 317 which thereby have developed between the Greek-Oriental and the Roman-Germanic ethos. The Catho- lic mind of the East is therefore prei~minently liturgical and...
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46 THE COMMONWEAL November 17, 1926 bacchanals in Blue Piccolo and saxophone, Flute and violin Raise walls more secure than stone— Grief cannot creep in. Trumpet taunt and rataplan Of...
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November 3, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 631 Elections, it is true, are generally carried by a majority within her...
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6o8 THE COMMONWEAL October 27, 1926 From the awful revelation that has been thrust evitable,...
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304 THE COMMONWEAL July 28, 1926 are numbers in all our large cities in need of such help THE CHINESE...
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July 21, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 289 P 0 E M S ...
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(Coastwise Graves She weeps all day. The sea wind blows But does not break a crimson rose Upon the bare mound where he lies, For only hardy columbine Grope through the crowding rocks, and...
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September 2, 1925 THE COMMONWEAL 397 POEMS My eyes!—God, they burn! Has the dark descended? Has the sun ceased to turn? Has the universe ended? I saw a planet, Flaming and falling. 'Twas...
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