If you had entered here the god of war
Had slaughtered you to crown ambition’s head!
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I went up and down the streets
Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick.Do you know why?My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.And I turned to the people and poured out my love to them.Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of my funeral,And hear them murmur…
The idea danced before us as a flag;
The thrill of carrying a gun;Advancement in the world on coming home;A glint of glory, wrath for foes;A dream of duty to country or to God.But these were things in ourselves, shining before us,They were not the power behind us,Which was the Almighty hand of Life,Like fire at earth’s center making mountains,Or pent up waters…
In my Spanish cloak,
And overshoes of felt,And Tyke, my faithful dog,And my knotted hickory cane,I slipped about with a bull’s-eye lanternFrom door to door on the square,As the midnight stars wheeled round,And the bell in the steeple murmuredFrom the blowing of the wind;And the weary steps of old Doc HillSounded like one who walks in sleep,And a far-off…
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one
But I know of a fate more trying than that:It is to be a failure while your children are successes.For I raised a brood of eaglesWho flew away at last, leaving meA crow on the abandoned bough.Then, with the ambition to prefix Honorable to my name,And thus to win my children’s admiration,I ran for County…
If I could have lived another year
And become rich and famous.Hence it is fitting the workmanWho tried to chisel a dove for meMade it look more like a chicken.For what is it all but being hatched,And running about the yard,To the day of the block?Save that a man has an angel’s brain,And sees the ax from the first!
You never marveled, dullards of Spoon River,
To revenge himself for being shut off.But none of you was keen enoughTo follow my steps, or trace me homeAs Chase’s spiritual brother.Do you remember when I foughtThe bank and the courthouse ring,For pocketing the interest on public funds?And when I fought our leading citizensFor making the poor the pack-horses of the taxes?And when I…