Be mine the humble, useful toil
To work the tiller of the soil.’
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Will Treachery caress my hand no more,Nor Hatred He alurk about my door?Ingratitude, with benefits dismissed,Not close the loaded palm to make a fist?Will Envy henceforth not retaliateFor virtues it were vain to emulate?Will Ignorance my knowledge fail to scout,Not understanding what ’tis all about,Yet feeling in its light so mean and smallThat all his…
‘Twas a weary-looking mortal, and he wandered near the portal
He was pale and worn exceeding and his manner was unheeding,As if it could not matter what he did nor what he said.‘Sacred stranger’-I addressed him with a reverence befittingThe austere, unintermitting, dread solemnity he wore;‘Tis the custom, too, prevailing in that vicinage when hailingOne who possibly may be a person lately ‘gone before’‘Sacred stranger,…
Hassan Bedreddin, clad in rags, ill-shod,
The worshippers arose and drove him forth,And one in power beat him with a rod.‘Allah,’ he cried, ‘thou seest what I got;Thy servants bar me from the sacred spot.’‘Be comforted,’ the Holy One replied;‘It is the only place where I am not.’
I step from the door with a shiver
And ask myself: What did I give her?The maiden a trifle gone-old,With the head of gray hair that was gold.Ah, well, I suppose ’twas a dollar,And doubtless the change is correct,Though it’s odd that it seems so much smallerThan what I’d a right to expect.But you pay when you dine, I reflect.So I walk up…
Dimly apparent, through the gloom
A queue of people, parti-sexed,Awaiting the command of ‘Next!’A sidewalk booth, a dingy sign:‘Teeth dusted nice-five cents a shine.’
On Evidence, on Deeds, on Bills,
Lawyers great books indite;The creaking of their busy quillsI’ve never heard on Right.