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Fandel, John
JOHN FANDEL THE LOWLY EMERGENCY It is only in the lonely emergencies of life that our creed is tested: then routine maxims fail, and we fall back on our gods. William James Of the books I have...
...For all their worded fame, Fabled merit, prize, Which of them stands, a name One thinks of, truly wise...
...But, in this complaint Of my redoubtable years, May I remember a word Of their salve to fears, Here again what I heard, Savoring what they meant, Sainted as they to see...
...Some twenty years ago I spent four years of breath To ponder on books that show A manner of life and death, And for those years I knew - The grace in questing peace, Wisdom...
...What happened to Their purview, in surcease, Can not be put down pat, Books of Mystic, Saint, Exacting Ararat...
...To be, the complement Of their sane courtesy...
...This word-famous bard, This noted novelist, This critic by the yard, This stringent aphorist...
...William James Of the books I have read, Which one could I turn to For help, say, in a dread Deciding, seeing it through...
Vol. 102 • July 1975 • No. 8
