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 AMONG OTHERS SOME VERY REAL 
 RED-BLOODED AMERICAN POEMS, 
 TOGETHER WITH SOME GOLDEN 
 GRAINS OUT OF THE CENTURIES 
 
 BRENISER-PHILADELPHIA 
 
Copyright, 1916 
 
 by Dan W. Althouse, of the United States 
 
 Copyright, 1917 (Revised Edition) 
 
 All Rights Reserved 
 
Some Sfctore ^^ous^ts Trom ICs 
 
 And GOD Said, Let US 
 
 — The Bible 
 
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Contents 
 
 The Flag 7 
 
 A Big Fight 8 
 
 Eternal Lire 8 
 
 The Girl Who Wasn't Afraid II 
 
 Do You Know ? 12 
 
 To the Double 12 
 
 Us 13 
 
 The American Family 14 
 
 A Little Bit of Him 15 
 
 The Mighty Army 16 
 
 Avenged 17 
 
 An American Boy 18 
 
 No! No! 19 
 
 Me 20 
 
 How'. 21 
 
 I 22 
 
 A Wish 22 
 
 Liberty 23 
 
 A Genius 23 
 
 The Real Race 25 
 
 Says God ! Says God ! 26 
 
 The Master Soul . .- 27 
 
 The Master Artist 28 
 
 To 29 
 
Contents (contiitueo) 
 
 Aren't You? 30 
 
 Ether 31 
 
 Eh! Eh! 32 
 
 Tears 33 
 
 The Good Always Win 35 
 
 Right 35 
 
 Truth 36 
 
 Poetry 37 
 
 You Bet! 38 
 
 To the Sphynx 39 
 
 Patriotism 39 
 
 Sunny California . 40 
 
 Success 40 
 
 Teach 41 
 
 A Mating 41 
 
 His Goodness 41 
 
 The Wise Old Serpent 42 
 
 His Dying Thought 43 
 
 B-a-a 44 
 
 We'll Really Live 45 
 
 O, U, and 1 45 
 
 Truth 45 
 
 God's Way 45 
 
Some ytloxt Z5l)Ougl)ts Trom ICs 
 
 ^^e Tlag 
 
 When GOD passed His Fingertip down into time. 
 He gave expression to His Tremendous Love 
 
 By touching the spaces from Heaven sublime 
 
 And, lo, a new cluster of stars came down from 
 Above ! 
 
 Out of His light it came for you and for me, 
 It trembled the World, it ruffled the sea, 
 It cast fear to the tyrant, and love to the good, 
 And dared any to stand where it had stood. 
 
 These of the climes came and guarded its care, 
 They knew while it waved here or there, 
 That Right would be done where'er it unfurled: 
 They said, "It's the home of the World!" 
 
 God loves the World is the reason it stays, 
 
 For it tries hard following righteous ways; 
 
 And one day He looked through the Flag out of 
 
 space, 
 Smiled, said: "AH, EVERY FACE BEARS A 
 
 TRACE OF MY RACE!" 
 
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 Have you heard the drums beat along the way? 
 Have you heard them say? Have you heard them 
 
 say? 
 There's a Great Big Fight the live-long day, 
 Not of the Nations' Might against Might 
 (For such are only the ways of the mad) ; 
 But it's a Great Big Fight for the sake of Right: 
 It's a battle against the Bad! 
 
 TEterttaPLife 
 
 One day I saw GOD in the skies: 
 
 I am sure it was HE, 
 
 For in HIS eyes there was a light 
 
 And a look that told me it was HE. 
 
 Besides, HE promised me Eternal Life; 
 
 And who besides GOD can give such a Reward! 
 
 Then, too, I saw Us and the whole universal realm 
 
 change 
 Without such beings knowing that they were being 
 
 transformed. 
 With the mere movement of HIS wonderful eyes 
 Great universes melted into smaller or greater things! 
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I felt and knew then that all things were near an end, 
 And that I in return for my righteous struggle 
 For Love and Truth and Goodness 
 Should have Eternal Life though I would have to go 
 through a transforming. 
 
 But though it came to be so, yet my gift from HIM 
 was this never-ending Eternal Life. 
 
 Ah, what a glorious rapture that feeling of going 
 from one form into another! 
 
 What exhilaration it is for one to see oneself dis- 
 integrating into the elements again while this 
 spirit of Eternal Life holds itself above such 
 disintegration laughingly ! 
 
 Then as the days went by and the years came turning 
 towards me again, 
 
 I would often hear a voice from down somewhere say- 
 ing: "GOD give me that man! GOD give me 
 that man!" 
 
 But, I stayed in the Upper Circles where I had first 
 appeared in this worldly whirl of things; 
 
 Though, one day as I looked, behold, in the skies 
 I saw satan happily sailing along in the mere 
 form of a cloud! 
 
His right side was towards me but his face seemed 
 kindly and even lovingly to beam upon me and 
 thought to me as if in very words 
 
 The thought that I was ever right, for often had I 
 said that GOD even makes satan to do just what 
 HE wishes him to do and that he is not to be 
 blamed. 
 
 Then upon times after these days and years I would 
 hear great commotions in the upper heavens; 
 
 And those, whom GOD had delegated to give powers 
 to the World which instead of being given would 
 be held unto themselves to their own advantage, 
 
 I would see being cast down into the lower hells with 
 all of their hosts and with great rushings and 
 roarings and flashings appearing like comets 
 crashing downwards through the heavens. 
 
 This casting downwards of the disobedient seemed 
 never to cease until one day there came a great 
 lull, 
 
 Now a voice said sweetly out of the somewhere: 
 
 "My work for the present is done! The World now 
 knows the TRUTH for the first time since its 
 inception! I have transported all of the uni- 
 verses! And now my dear children, rest!*' 
 
But, ah, Eternal Life is mine, and even though I be 
 but a bit of the slime of hell in GOD'S great 
 realm and even though one of HIS grandest 
 creations and even though HE kill even my Life, 
 yet will I love HIM even while HE is so doing, 
 for such love is Eternal Life! 
 
 And Eternal Life is GOD and what care I whether I 
 be it inside of HIM or outside of Him! 
 
 And why should I not love that of HIM within me 
 which allows HIM to be me and me to be 
 HIM! 
 
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 You'll never know what it meant to me 
 
 To see you pout on the Eve of the Fourth 
 
 As your eyes welled Heaven above this World of 
 
 words, 
 To feel your breath and your sweet caress, 
 And your love and faith and new glory- face 
 As your lips like universe chords out of time and 
 
 space 
 Brought love and rapture and enlivening bliss 
 With your sweet little Fourth of July Kiss! 
 
Do you know what it means when the flags sail high 
 And their mighty spirits rise afar in the sky? 
 Have you seen spirit flags lift into the Above 
 And like guardian angels mingle in love? 
 From the ruffle and noise and the thunder-roar 
 Of the World below — they soar and soar, 
 From the strife of Nations and the fights of hell 
 They lift themselves from this tremendous well; 
 They speak not, they beckon not, they neither lean to : 
 But in the still and the calm they feel to me and to 
 
 you 
 That the Nations are out of it and cast the same 
 
 light 
 Into every brave heart and every good soul — 
 That to crush only sin is the only real fight, 
 
 That the bad to destroy is humanity's End-goal! 
 
 Oo l\)t TDouble 
 
 I am only one and only one am I, and if there's a 
 being either from the Earth or Sky 
 
 That thinks it can mould its form or ways to fit them 
 to my being, let it face me with strong asser- 
 tion of such upon its crazy lips! 
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 Creation touched this universal wall 
 
 That holds heaven in its place from hell, 
 
 For the tiny voice of a dear little call 
 
 Had twanged to Him like a far-away bell. 
 
 Down upon a high and mighty throne, 
 
 Crusted with its wisdom of ages, 
 He placed a child in order to have shown 
 
 That such is such to Freedom's sages. 
 
 Far out across the wide great World 
 
 A Man was seated in the Chief's proper place, 
 And knowledge yet untold was simply, peacefully 
 
 unfurled 
 To every part of this great Globe's Face. 
 
 Through the lights of the mighty heaven-plane 
 Beings hill-high watched this Creation's way: 
 
 They who never ruled or tried to restrain 
 Knew that IT would have IT'S Say. 
 
 The beasts of the field, the fowl of the air, 
 
 The fish of the sea, and everything 
 Calmly learned It's Will, so true and fair. 
 And only cared of It's glory to sing: 
 
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For when crowds, threes, ones, and twos, 
 
 Who'd start to lead and rule and fight and abuse, 
 
 Ceased, IT would say, "O, what's the use!" 
 
 'C l)e ^American "Tamil? 
 
 We came out of heaven and the rabid hot hells 
 Went cooling away with our chiming of bells: 
 Though we now and then strut while the wicked we 
 
 smite, 
 We say, Who in the World has a better right? 
 
 To this broad land and this great free strand, 
 We brought and crossed them to our National band, 
 Out of the pits and the slimes of their pen 
 Of mean fool others we moulded them men. 
 
 We have helped them into the health of the sun. 
 We've taught them heaven, we've taught them fun. 
 We've fought their wars, while they in peace 
 Were laughing and doing as they all-fired pleased. 
 
 We never steal, torture, nor maliciously lie, 
 And always to the death the wicked defy; 
 And against the games of the bad mean Might 
 Is our only work and our only fight. 
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While losing our thousands, they cried over one: 
 But we care for nothing except the end-sum 
 Where all in the sight and the glory of GOD 
 Shall walk arm in arm 'cross the evened sod, 
 From the rumbling coasts of Atlantic's shore 
 To the edge of the Pacific forevermore! 
 
 A thank-you for this oft's a leap at our throat 
 By the hells that ill lurk 'neath our shielding cloak, 
 Which try killing us for being what all the good 
 
 teach, 
 Which draw at our lives like the blood-sapping 
 
 leach. — 
 And though we now boast at the show of GOD'S 
 
 Might, 
 You! Say! — Who in the World has a better right! 
 
 ^VTLltHe»itofTfim 
 
 They all heard of him, 
 The world felt his vim, 
 They, steeped in the game of sin, 
 Came to see if IT were fit 
 To join their rabid crew; 
 But the trouble was they never knew 
 It was Little Bit of HIM! 
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O, I was a Captain in the Army, 
 
 A Captain in the Army! 
 
 It mattered not wherever I was, 
 
 For I was a Captain in the Army! 
 
 It mattered not wherever I went, 
 
 For I was a Captain in the Army! — 
 
 Whether in the calm of Heaven or midst the roar of 
 
 hell, 
 I always did my duty and did it mighty well 
 For a Captain of the Army! 
 
 Then I was a Major in the Army, — a Major Gen- 
 eral, say, — 
 I worked mighty hard at fighting but often drew no 
 
 pay, 
 Though the other fellow drew it, I always drew on 
 
 him 
 For ten thousand drops of paying blood when my 
 
 check failed coming in; 
 And I had ten millions with me who did the same, 
 
 by Gin! 
 And ten millions time ten million, who'd take a whack 
 
 at sin! — 
 For I was a Major in the Army, a Major General, 
 
 say; — 
 
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But have you ever seen the Army as it passed along 
 the way! 
 
 TZVvenge6 
 
 I am the Mighty Chief who became enwrathed. 
 
 I am the Chief who punished them. 
 
 I, who speak with the Sun and jostle the Moon and 
 
 laugh with the Stars, — Ah, even cast a joke 
 
 with the Great Spirit! — have brought them low 
 
 into the dust. 
 I was here before their wickednesses came to my kind. 
 I am still here for a great while 'til I root out all of 
 
 their vile. 
 I saw their demons teach us lies. 
 I saw them carve wickedness into the hearts of our 
 
 tribes. 
 I chastised them and their evil one. 
 I am sorry for the heedless and wayward ones. 
 But altogether I am mighty glad. Exceedingly! 
 I have put them down in the sight of their vile. 
 Like they stole away my dear, they have been cast 
 
 down one there one here. — 
 How This For High Justice! 
 (The Thought of an Old Chief, and a Mighty Big One, Too !) 
 
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^An American ^ftoy 
 The stars got a jolt and so did the sun 
 And the World, too, wobbled as she began to run 
 To the tune of GOD'S little toy. — 
 Nick said, "Ach, dot's mine 'ittle Yerman Poy!" 
 Satan, "Ah, my dear good child 
 Has set even old England wild. 
 
 So that expectantly leaps my 'whelming joy!" 
 This was said as he clapped his hand 
 
 In a way you all know and all understand! 
 Old Santa Claus away over in Spain came tearing 
 
 from hell 'cross the foamy main 
 To see if it weren't a lump of sin, 
 And so did Devil Turk and a Sissely Queen, 
 And something from Russia, all muscle and vim; 
 And a Bit of China's glory and sheen. — 
 (Who'd ever think the dumb thing, so weak and poor, 
 
 would be pecked at by wicked World from the 
 
 White to the Moor?) 
 
 A dear Old Indian Chief from out of the high hills 
 Came down to say his How d' do, 
 Though instead, as of old, he said: "Good! 
 How's ! " 
 
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With a thunderous voice that killed and slew. — 
 So no wonder the devils all bounded around 
 Over there upon hearing the old familiar sound ! 
 No wonder their eyes went all aslant and askew 
 When they learned how good the boy, how true! 
 
 But the little Native Boy, just like a little toy 
 In the hands of children, glided away and away 
 Far from all the fussing — 
 
 O, so mighty glad, so very, very glad of the Day 
 That showed him the strength of a Freeland 
 Sighting God's Might through the mere lifting of a 
 Giant Hand! 
 
 The Light of Sweet Life held forth her hand, 
 
 And all the World lay ready at his feet; 
 There was not a thing in this great big land 
 
 That could not have been his if — if weak 
 Enough secretly to make some tangling vow; 
 If weak enough to turn Crisis to Disastrous Now! 
 
 Though Death stood cold and grim before his eyes, 
 Ready to leave and swiftly to go 
 
 To give place to the Light of the Long-life skies, 
 Yet he strongly said, "NO! NO!" 
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Me for the open country where the sun shines down 
 
 so well, 
 Where sixteen hours his eyes smile kind with never a 
 
 scowl to tell 
 Of the filth and hate and meaning bate of the things 
 
 of this cloudy hell, 
 Where the sands glint bright like the silver light, 
 And the stars walk with me throughout the night! 
 
 Me for a shack of rough boards or adobe filled with 
 love, 
 
 Guarded by angels of Heaven far from the realms 
 above, 
 
 With a bed of straw, new too, for me and my Faith- 
 ful Dove! — 
 
 And away from these lies and these life-sapping 
 things 
 
 That are as false as fool things right off the stage 
 wings! 
 
 Out in the heat of GOD for me, 
 
 (In the calm and quiet of me!) 
 
 Where the wave of the sun like a wind of the sea 
 
 Is food and life and love 
 
 (For me and my Little Dove.) 
 
 Sent down from Heaven above! 
 
3fow's 
 
 This is HOW it started; 
 
 You see HOW was a Mighty Big Being. 
 
 So high was she that her hand could sweep the 
 upper sky-shelves as well as the lower nether 
 holes of the World at one mighty swoop. 
 
 They called her Alt then because of her height. 
 
 And she called the races that went from her into the 
 Worlds Hows because they came from HOW 
 or she. 
 
 (And few there be in the World that are not of her.) 
 
 And even now be it so that when a dear Old Indian 
 or dear Young One for that matter drinks you 
 his toast he holds his glass ahigh towards How 
 and says, "How's." 
 
 And here's a fine good toast to the Hows whether 
 they be of the valt or alt or the chambers be- 
 neath it all — 
 
 "Here's to How and her Hows and all their kind for 
 never yet haye any of her bloods bended the 
 head nor the knee nor anything for that matter 
 into any unnatural filthiness. 
 
 Can her enemies say as much!" 
 
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 I have always been I in this maze of things: 
 
 And in the beginning when in the Worldly screen 
 
 I saw meanness encroaching with sembling wings, 
 Says I, then and there, "I will never be mean!" 
 
 World success came tempting me if but I 
 Would stoop and be low and be mean; 
 
 But always a shaft from the heaven-sky 
 Would call aloud, 'Tear not to be clean!" 
 
 So throughout it all and within it all, 
 
 Through Peace and Strife have I been I: 
 
 And I know now that even after the deadly pall 
 That I will ever and always be I. 
 
 When I die, I say, place me upon a mountain high, 
 Away and afar and a-near unto the Mighty Sky, 
 Upon a meshed bier, proof against the devouring 
 
 things of earth and air: 
 Place me high, dear sisters and brothers, place me 
 
 there, 
 And my lingering spirit by God's great Might 
 Will find our way to a heavenly site! 
 
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TCibert* 
 
 Mighty from the greatest Might, 
 Sundering a starless night, 
 Flashing from celestial light — 
 Shot Liberty! 
 
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 I am a Genius impenetrable, 
 
 Inextinguishable, beyond the understanding of ordi- 
 nary mortals, 
 
 Unconquerable, inexplicably exquisite, and so fine 
 
 That even the little Pear Gnat knows me! 
 
 Even the little Leaf Caterpillar upon its course across 
 the way 
 
 Lifts its body towards me and salutes me with a know- 
 ing starlight glitter from its tiny eyes. 
 
 Even the Worm gives me a bend of recognition and 
 my little Pet Fish speak to me in terms unknown 
 to the sordid things of selfish and low existences! 
 
 When I write a little description of a big creature 
 of the air flying with a death-blow in its beak 
 and swerving at right angles a few feet from me 
 with the words, "No, it's a Man!" — thereby 
 defying the death-order that was meant for me, 
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Even the little Flies imitate such big action of the 
 vast bird by performing the same air evolutions 
 and thereby showing to me that they too have 
 heard my written words. 
 
 Though so-called humans disdain to read them much 
 to their lack and loss of the knowledge that has 
 been hidden in the secret recesses of the World 
 for ages and ages! — 
 
 Even the mighty Jungle Serpent rights itself and sa- 
 lutes me as even the little Worm and the little 
 Caterpillar! 
 
 And even (Would you really believe it!) the Mighty 
 She sitting at the Century Gates which hold the 
 World from the Wall that keeps Eternal Light 
 in its place from our darknesses, becks me, and 
 at a twist of her tremendous arm flings wide the 
 gates so that I alone and unaided may enter into 
 a haven beyond which all meanness and torments 
 of this Earthly Vale of mocking shadows, are 
 forbidden! — 
 
 For I am a Genius unfathomable and even fear not 
 death itself even though it be at the expense of 
 Truth-telling ! 
 
 For to tell the TRUTH is genius. 
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"Dlje 5\eal 3\ac* 
 
 I've pretended my life like a thing out of hell, 
 And very often anon have changed my face 
 
 In order to get those who sounded our knell 
 With the words, "The Last of His Race!" 
 
 We've got one here, a million there, 
 Such fiends that creep out of the deep, 
 
 Who keep thrusting their sins into the everywhere, 
 Who strike at the Free while they sleep. 
 
 Out of heaven sublime in the faraway time, 
 
 We came angels disguised as devils ; 
 We've crushed satan too, and smashed his line, 
 
 We've driven them down to their levels. 
 
 Midst 'whelming numbers they're drunk our bloods 
 In their strongholds and mighty keen base, 
 
 But the trouble is and the question floods: 
 
 "DO THEY KNOW THE FACE OF THE 
 RACE?" 
 
 We're very smart, and we're very tart; 
 
 We've got every name, form, and face; 
 We've done everything in this universe part, — 
 
 But does hell know the Face of the Race! 
 
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Says (Bob I Says (Bob ! 
 
 "I think it would be very nice 
 If alone our eggs would suffice 
 For man and his hungriness, 
 For life is such a good thing 
 That we'd all love to stay and sing 
 Along such blessedness," 
 Say the Roosters and Hens 
 From across their cosy pens. 
 
 "If grass is good enough for ME, 
 
 Why can't all men agree 
 
 To live on its sweet honey ness, 
 
 For surely such a wee thing as he 
 
 Ought to if such a big thing as ME 
 
 Can live on its funniness, 
 
 Out of the meadows and plains, 
 
 Sweetened by heavenly rains," 
 
 Say the Cow and the Bull 
 
 As they munch themselves full. 
 
 "We're sure that God means all 
 To obey HIS trumpeting Call! 
 That the fruits of the herbs and trees 
 Are enough, even for tiny fleas! 
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And, then all contentionness 
 Would soon get up and run out 
 Of the World, if all would see 
 That the First True Words are all about 
 The living of US; and then we, 
 I am sure, would be in tremendousness," 
 Says WE, Says WE, the real of the land, the sky, 
 and the sea! 
 
 V>\)t yttasUr Soul 
 
 It would be fine to be Thy Master, 
 
 O, little sage of the scroll; 
 And sport to go much faster 
 
 To gain life and the Magic Soul, 
 With you, in a tiny boat, and me 
 As we'd skim o'er and around our Wonder-sea! 
 
 A wonder without islands, a wonder-sea of calm, 
 Where only the sight of the Fairy light 
 
 Would serenely guide lovingly on; 
 
 Where never a night, nor never a fright 
 
 Would dare to break upon you and me, 
 
 Where ever and always would be NOW to Thee! 
 
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T5\)t Pilaster Artist 
 
 A glimmering of sunlight 
 
 Fell across my window pane today, 
 And my fairy eyes saw a sight 
 
 That was drawn along the glassy way 
 That made me think most wonderfully! 
 
 In the base of the pane, 
 
 Where rust and dust had lightly laid, 
 Was in reality a country lane 
 
 Leading along a shore that waters laved ; 
 And a little sun shined magnificently. 
 
 A village here and there, 
 
 A mountain topping over it all, 
 
 A blooming farmland, so fair, 
 
 Too stretched beneath the hilly wall 
 
 Down to the bank — O so gorgeously! 
 
 It was all so real and true 
 
 That, had I not then stirred, 
 I would not have known that the hue 
 
 Of it all was only a picture blurred 
 Into shapes so mighty exquisitely! 
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Then the rain too splashed 
 
 And across my window and the pane 
 Was exact relief encrashed 
 
 Of Heaven's constellated plain — 
 And still I thought most wonderfully: 
 
 Today the World may be 
 
 Only a sketch upon a glassy strip, 
 
 And the sky that we see 
 
 Tomorrow a bit of God's Fingertip 
 
 That sketches so entrancingly ! 
 
 I've fed you with my dantiest bits, 
 
 You've taken nearly all I have, 
 
 I've sent you gems and wonder-kits, 
 
 And very much precious salve; 
 
 But you're like the lions that are fed to sneak, 
 
 You're like all gobbling things, 
 
 You're like the mean old satan-sneak. 
 
 That to goodness never redeems; 
 
 You're like the tiger that eats us all, 
 
 You're like the fiends who churn 
 
 Every drop of good things to their shawl 
 
 But never a mite return! 
 
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Aren't Vou? 
 
 O, I'm tired of it all, this life towards the pall; 
 This ranting and railing and canting and wailing, 
 This buttoning-on and buttoning-off and sticking- 
 
 things in and shif ting-about, 
 And dressing just so to please eyes as they go — 
 Aren't you? 
 
 O, wouldn't it be nice if our needs would suffice 
 To a tent in the sands of the hot desert strands, 
 With a clot of fine grass for a dress to surpass, 
 With the light of the sun alone covering our fun: — 
 O, I'm so tired of it all, such stressing and smother- 
 ing pall — 
 Aren't you? 
 
 O, away from fool World to our bodies* pure gold, 
 Where their heat and their light put the night into 
 
 flight, 
 Where our cares of the past and our thoughts won't 
 
 amass, 
 Where Nature is ME like the calm of the sea: — 
 O, I'm tired of this all, where noisy fool speech and 
 
 calm-breaking clangs fall — 
 Aren't you? 
 
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You wicked old satan, you've cheated long enough! 
 
 Not only do your shooting imps break my every 
 thought in order so that they themselves may ap- 
 pear to be giving it utterance, 
 
 But also your constant flinging of Ether into my 
 nostrils has robbed me of my true and real out- 
 lines, wonderfully, so that your masked monkeys 
 mights appear and fool about as the real. 
 
 My body you have dwarfed by its repeated enfold- 
 ment in your nasty fumes. 
 
 Instead of the form of the god that I am, I have that 
 which is worse than most horrible something. 
 
 Though, what of eyes, that I do not see plastered 
 upon those of your devils, gives me full sight 
 enough to see your silly mimicking of that which 
 they've tried to steal. 
 
 You've robbed me of health, wealth, happiness, sleep, 
 love, — 
 
 Aye, you've caused them to be snatched from me 
 while yet my hand pressed their foldings. 
 
 You've raped my fairest flowers too! 
 
 You boast of your wonder-work in casting away pain 
 from human sufferings, but I say you are the 
 invention of the devil and distilled from the pots 
 of hell!— 
 
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The World would not miss you, Ether, in the least, 
 for ages and ages before you came the mere 
 waving of a hand filled all the uses that you now 
 lay claim to, 
 
 Why, even the mere wagging of a tiny Worm's head 
 has more the power than Ether in many places 
 and at much the greater distance. 
 
 TEI)!Ta,! 
 
 In times of old when numbers made bold, 
 And tricks and schemes and wonderful screens 
 Of evil held Mighty Heaven at bay, 
 This is what the devils used to say: 
 
 "Hail! Hail! The gang's all here; 
 
 "What the h 1 do we care! 
 
 "What the h 1 do we care!" 
 
 In these times of their howls when all of their scowls 
 Are swiftly falling to their hateful deeps, 
 A good little lad who was scourged as mad, 
 While all of his friends were being ground by the bad. 
 Has this little bit to say: 
 
 4i Hail! Hail! We're all right, all right !— 
 
 "Are you! 
 
 "What the deuce! What the deuce!" 
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Tears, wonderful tears, I know full well what they 
 
 mean, 
 Whether from the kind eyes of ages or those of a 
 
 heavenly gleam; 
 Though welled from a world of sorrow, though cast 
 
 from a soul of pain, 
 I know they are births to the after blooming to joy 
 
 again ! 
 
 Tears! Tears! I know full well what they mean, 
 From those of a scintillating evenline to those of 
 an earthly morn, 
 From tears of life and gladness to those that fall o* 
 the screen 
 Of the world- worn face like a rumbling heaven 
 storm ! 
 
 Sweet tears of eyes so goldly that seem either cries 
 
 or laughter, 
 Star tears, splendid with triumphant beams following 
 
 after, 
 Gem tears, priceless, from crystalline depths great and 
 
 good, 
 Fearful tears from starlit orbs — and even tears of 
 
 blood! 
 
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Brilliantine tears from angel eyes so that it is very 
 hard to tell 
 Whether lightness or sadness enfolds them in their 
 downward courses to men! 
 Tears that are as the ages to the cheek clouds as they 
 well 
 Peopled with millions of beings just as a worldly 
 glen. 
 
 Tears of hate, tears of fear, tears that mock the truth 
 in being; 
 Tears of cunning sympathy that always seem to 
 lean 
 Towards those they wish to learn of, and then upon 
 seeing 
 Try to stall the good and true in order to crush or 
 bemean. 
 
 Tears of thunder from lightning eyes into the dark- 
 ling night 
 
 Even crumbling rocks into dust with their wonder 
 might! 
 
 Tears from Heaven, tears from the world, tears from 
 cruel hell 
 
 Have rolled before me moulding into universes where 
 they fell! 
 
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Tears of the Worldly Truthlight, tears of the rip- 
 pling sky, 
 
 Tears of the ocean's ruffling might, and tears from 
 the darkling eye, 
 
 Tears from the fairy maiden, and tears from lovely 
 heaven 
 
 Shaping into millions of beings in a mighty hour, 
 
 Tears of God, so strong and grand, like new worlds 
 to us given — 
 And all things are entrancing tears just as you and 
 I are! 
 
 Z3l)e (Boob Always Win 
 
 O, we're a Mighty Band of GOD, you see; 
 We're a Great Big Band of GOD!— 
 It matters not wherever we be, 
 In the Land Above or Beneath on the Sea, 
 For we're a Mighty Bit of GOD! — 
 We're a Mighty Throb of GOD, you see: 
 We're a Great Big Band of GOD! 
 
 Everything to Creation is Right, though to such 
 small things as you are or I am, they seem most fear- 
 fully wrong! 
 
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X3rutl) 
 
 She came to me not as a glittering gem, 
 
 Nor with lightnings nor thunder trumpet tones; 
 
 But, like a sweet breath from a nearby glen, 
 
 Her form floated from the inner quietnesses and then 
 
 Stood besides me so still that where she came from 
 
 Seemed rampant with noise and strife and chaos. 
 
 She lingered just long enough gently to lead 
 
 And beckon with her calm and placid eye 
 
 To the gurgling water's way which even stayed 
 
 At her feet until its purest golden spray she placed 
 
 To my tired, World- worn, thirsted lips. 
 
 And, as I drank and lived upon the streamlet's brink, 
 
 I became she and my dimmed eyes then beheld all that 
 
 her's beheld! 
 And whithersoever I went things that before cast 
 Rankness and filth and rottenness and horror 
 Melted into forms and beings and life most sensible; 
 And what of life that now struck me as most heavenly 
 Was no more than what of it before seemed hades; 
 And what before was thought outrageously wrong to 
 
 me 
 Only appeared to my new-born eyes as righteous. — 
 And then TRUTH strayed away from me, and, as 
 
 she lifted, 
 
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She spake not nor did she beckon nor make any sign; 
 
 But I felt most strongly from within and from every- 
 thing 
 
 Throughout the whole universal realm of things 
 
 That within GOD'S great goodness everything* is 
 TRUTH! 
 
 "poetry 
 
 Farmer Silverson the other day 
 Met me in the County way: 
 "Why ain't y* writin' po'try, 
 "Why ain't y' writin' anymore, 
 "Like y' used to do before?" 
 
 "Because," says I to him, 
 "It's all been written; and, 
 "Besides, it seems a great sin 
 "To have lots of worthless scribbling 
 "Of Bosh! Bosh! Bosh!" 
 
 And then he said: "Golly! — 
 • 'Gosh ! Gosh ! Gosh ! ' ' 
 
 "But," says I, "Oftentimes we get 
 "Golden grains from seeming worthless mud: 
 "From Bosh that which lifts many a fret!" 
 
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Vou»et! 
 
 I love my little Mary, so lithe and sweet and pure, 
 Who's always been a fairy to my life so clean though 
 
 poor; 
 Let Satan have his crazy imps, let them beat their 
 
 heads in twain — 
 But I love my little Mary on our little strip o' the 
 
 Main! 
 
 I love my little Dolly and Jack and growing Will : 
 It would only be sheer folly to try to keep me still 
 On the love I have for all of them and our happy 
 
 little home; 
 And I would as leave die right out here than to break 
 
 our heaven zone! 
 
 I love my little Mary as she cuddles up so close 
 Before the blazing firelogs while the showers sing to 
 
 us beaux; 
 And my Mary loves me dearly: I can see it deeply 
 
 set 
 In her beauty eyes — O glory ! as she says, "O Mike, 
 
 you bet!'* 
 
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Go tl)e Sf fatix ! 
 
 Your secret is out, you nasty, wicked thing who have 
 been sitting for ages beguiling, enticing, and 
 blindfolding the World! 
 
 Veiling Sahara's African wastes, now outstretching 
 from your gateway feet and the fleshy counter- 
 part of your crazy moulding in the real far be- 
 neath, can fool the World no longer. 
 
 In your chambered vaults your ghoulish belly is 
 stretched into heaven feelings by the holy be- 
 ings you eat while your feed imps in great 
 carouse laugh at the cries of the tortured — 
 
 "AND" where are the bones of the Ages ! 
 
 Away you crucifier of the Truth 
 
 You hater of the God Being! 
 
 You mortifying spitfire at the hand of Jesus Christ! 
 
 "patriotism 
 
 Where is the fool who says This Country has no soul 
 
 of true emotion: 
 When It's Power, at the merest thought of wrong, 
 
 sweeps wrong away from ocean to ocean! 
 
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Sunny California 
 Shall I "Choo-choo" again, again 
 To that will of the Will in the West? 
 Shall I ride over hill and rough plain 
 To the place of a soulful rest? 
 
 Shall I leave all the World behind 
 With its spells and its fell-swooping blasts, 
 Its clatter and clang, its batter and bang, 
 Its rampant pellmell, its enslaving clasps? 
 
 Shall I heed the voice of the engine 
 
 As he whistles and hollers out loud 
 
 To shake off the fetters of world-seeking spells 
 
 As he becks me from the cloud-shroud? 
 
 O, it's little you know of HIS voice 
 When it changes from clangs to a tone 
 As He wheels me over the hill! 
 O, it's little you know of His zone, 
 As He wheels me over the ridge, 
 As He sings in a heavenly tone! 
 
 Success 
 
 I'd rather be an Honest Failure than a dishonest suc- 
 cess. 
 
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Oeact) 
 
 Our work is just begun, for from the great North 
 Pole to far beyond the Southern Cross, we have 
 been used as little figures in a sum! 
 
 From sun's setting to his rising place the sum was a 
 part to entrance into the minds of those who did 
 not know; 
 
 Truth's wonderful stories; 
 
 God's golden glories! 
 
 ZK stating 
 
 You see through me a dear little telephone 
 
 Is the way Big Meggogledod and Rolfoddeon 
 
 Learned across the universal cliff-shelves 
 
 That there were besides myriads of little elves 
 
 Greater things in the world of universes. 
 
 So this is the way throughout the sky 
 
 "U" found "I." But even though it was through I — 
 
 Yet I (poor little me) haven't found I. 
 
 3fts <&oodite$s 
 So powerful was his purity of purpose that one 
 quick snap of his mighty eyes would send all entan- 
 gling alliances into silly confusion. 
 
 4i 
 
Ol>e Wise 016 Serpent 
 
 O, you wise Old Serpent! 
 O, you good Old One! 
 O, you perfect Dear, you perfect Deer! 
 You who have lived and suffered year after year, 
 So that the long-ago, when man knew not himself, 
 Seems to you as yesterdays a-near! 
 You great big Everlasting, you need no pelf! — 
 O, your perfect Dear, you dear old Deer, you dear 
 old Deary Deer! 
 
 What ages have gone and what ages have come: 
 
 Still I find you crooning the same old song! 
 
 (Your dear old deery song!) 
 
 When the thing in man which calls its MAN 
 
 Was eating its very sides into itself again, 
 
 Yet I find you living on foodling leaves ; 
 
 Lo! I behold you stronger, striving along without 
 
 even food! — 
 So well have you found my words of wisdom, and 
 
 obeyed so mighty well ! 
 
 Out of the deep and the mess of it all, 
 I am going to give you, you dear little tool of Heaven, 
 Power to change out of your coils into your true form 
 which to you first was given, 
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And then into heavenly shapes, so very, very well 
 have you baffled the Mighty Eleven! 
 
 O, you Perfect Dear! 
 You Wise Old Serpent! 
 You perfect, Perfect DEER! 
 
 3fU ~D?irig Ot)ougr)t 
 
 My Mary, poor dear Mary, 
 
 Your hair has turned to gray: 
 Our children right in front of us 
 
 Have been fed to ghouls who prey. 
 
 Our homes are turned to ashes; 
 
 Our fields are seared again, 
 Our lives are ebbing to the bier, 
 
 Our souls have flown a-main. 
 
 But, my Mary, O good Mary, 
 Though we lie right here to die 
 
 Amid the burning trembling ruins, 
 Triumphant gleams your eye! 
 
 Though our lives are swiftly passing, 
 
 I still see your love strong set; 
 Though my breath is nearly hushing, 
 
 I can still hurrah, "YOU BET!" 
 
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Baa! Whose eyes have kept fiendish hell away 
 As we've lived and grazed on a bit of hay, 
 Whose BAA has twisted their minds to a knot 
 As like lightning they were snatching you off your 
 
 spot? — 
 We who obey! We who obey! 
 
 Whose blood does the work? Who sings all the 
 
 lays? 
 Who plans all the places for all the dull days? 
 Who creates and makes and tunes all your song 
 In order to life your poor selves right along? — 
 We who obey! We who obey! 
 
 Baa! Is it a thing of a roar or a snarl or a growl 
 Whose lazy life things only to prowl 
 Upon the blood that gives it love-soul 
 Instead of reaching the much-prized goal 
 In the ways which obey — which obey? 
 
 Baa! The meat of our bodies lifts you along in the 
 
 fray; 
 Its spirit keeps you the live-long day: 
 And unless you heed Life, the great giver of Light, 
 You'll have trouble with wicked things o' th' night, 
 Say, we who obey! We who obey! 
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We'll tfUall? Tave 
 
 Out of the throb of God's great Heart, 
 We'll live it true and fine and apart — 
 We'll live it strong too, my dear, my dear, 
 O, never you fear, never you fear! 
 
 O.K. anb3\ 
 
 "O" the sea isn't so very deep; 
 "And" the sky isn't so very high; 
 For "U" and "I"; 
 For "U" and "I"! 
 
 Orutb 
 
 Never a word was said to me 
 Of Real Life so true and sweet; 
 But, like a ship from a ruffled sea, 
 Thought winds blew me to Truth to meet. 
 
 (Bo&'s Way 
 This is what we have to say, 
 Whether we're this or that in this trembling realm of 
 
 things : — 
 "We know that God always paves the way. 
 "So against His Will have you aught to say!" 
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