My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores.’
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SHE:
Too confidential, andHave said to one another whatThey-well, you understand.I hope I don’t offend you, sweet,But are you sure that _you’re_ discreet?HE:‘Tis true, sometimes my friends in wineTheir conquests _do_ recall,But none can truly say that mineAre known to him at all.I never, never talk you o’erIn truth, I never get the floor.
Because that I am weak, my love, and ill,
Of my desire, but sit and watch the beatOf the unpitying pendulum fulfillThe hour appointed for the air to thrillAnd brighten at your coming. O my sweet,The tale of moments is at last completeThe tryst is broken on the gusty hill!O lady, faithful-footed, loyal-eyed,The long leagues silence me; yet doubt me not;Think rather that the…
The rain is fierce, it flogs the earth,
O that my mother at my birthHad borne a stranger!The flooded ground is all around.The depth uncommon.How blest I’d be if only sheHad borne a salmon.If still denied the solar glow‘T were bliss ecstaticTo be amphibious-but O,To be aquatic!We’re worms, men say, o’ the dust, and theyThat faith are firm of.O, then, be just: show…
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people tried
Death only from the bench could ever startThe sluggish load of his immortal part.____For those this mausoleum is erectedWho Stanford to the Upper House elected.Their luck is less or their promotion slower,For, dead, they were elected to the Lower.____Rash mortal! stay thy feet and look around-This vacant tomb as yet is holy ground;But soon, alas!…
‘What are those, father?’ ‘Statesmen, my child
‘What are they that way for, father?’ ‘Last fall,‘Our candidate’s better,’ they said, ‘than all!”‘What did they say he was, father?’ ‘A manBuilt on a straight incorruptible plan-Believing that none for an office would doUnless he were honest and capable too.’‘Poor gentlemen-_so_ disappointed!’ ‘Yes, lad,That is the feeling that’s driving them mad;They’re weeping and wailing…
The Day of Judgment spread its glare
The graves cracked open everywhere,Like pods of early peas.Up to the Court of Heaven spedThe souls of all mankind;Republicans were at the headAnd Democrats behind.Reub. Lloyd was there before the tubeOf Gabriel could call:The dead in Christ rise first, and Reub.Had risen first of all.He sat beside the Throne of FlameAs, to the trumpet’s sound,Four…