56z THE COMMONWEAL March zo, I929 and therefore man must be a machine. Unfortunately, some theologians take such conclusions seriously, and proceed to argue in reverse fashion that because the...
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The Sceptic Give me October for my sorrow's slaking— Dark ragged dahlias colored like ripe plums, Wine-crimson dahlias; and chrysanthemums Of heavy gold bowing frail stalks to breaking— And...
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In Eden Closes In Eden closes Forever blowImmortal roses From earth below. Blossoms undying From fields and sedges That echoed, sighing, Their earth-born pledges, Each plaintive...
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Mirage Around the lane's Familiar turn, I saw the house, With the churn Sunning on The old porch floor, And someone peering From the door. I heard a voice, Beloved, uncanny— And I was...
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October Evening There will be gnawing winds and stinging snow, And fields now green be pewter-hard and cold; On rapier thrusts of wind across the wold The chaif of wintry harvests soon will...
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