Ashes and nothing is the final mark. We round the years out fumbling in the dark, Each having loved his blindness, each his chains; The riddle of the aftermath remains: The great enigma of the...
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J^ament for a Decadent Poet The bottle empty, like the purse, And credit gone (those scurvy inns!) The papers caring not for verse, This week, about the Deadly Sins, What is there left but go...
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274 THE COMMONWEAL July II, i928 COMMUNICATIONS ARE CHURCH AND STATE SEPARATE? Racine, Wis. T O the Editor :raThe article, Are Church and State Separate? by Clarence Manion, in your issue of...
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zj&y Mother s Dress My mother's dress was black silk, It almost stood alone. It had a crazy bustle And a bodice of feather bone. It had a hundred ruffles And at the waistline set A dozen rows...
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The Quest Lo, I met Him in the street. There He stayed my tired feet. Lo, He stopped me in the street, Touched my bruised, my tired feet, Bade me linger in the shade. Rest awhile, be...
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<iJtQountains This bridge with stone is pillared under. Across the arch the traffic shrills; Beneath, the cars and engines thunder, And the river. Between the hills The valley listens and the...
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