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Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.

Hem was a fogy, and Haw was a prig,
For both had the dull, dull mind;
And whenever they found a thing to do,
They yammered and went it blind.

Hem was the father of bigots and bores;
As the sands of the sea were they.
And Haw was the father of all the tribe
Who criticise to-day.

But God was an artist from the first,
And knew what he was about;

1. Help thy servant, gracious Lord, Who comes in Jesu's name;
Only thou canst strength afford, Thy gospel to proclaim.
Grant his soul a heavenly ray, Fill his heart with holy fire,
O, for sanctifying grace! O, for love's inspiring power!
Help thy servant, Lord, we pray, Regard our souls' desire.
Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake A sweet refreshing shower.

2. Give us to receive the word,
With love, and joy, and fear;
Grant thy quickening grace, O Lord,
On all assembled here.

Seal the truth on all today;

Help! Help!
What's to do?
Dobbin the horse
Has cast a shoe!

Help! Help!
What is the matter?
Porkie the pig
Has eaten the platter!

Help! Help!
What is it now?
Sammie the sheep-dog
Is chasing the cow!

Oh! dear!
What a to-do!
Such muddles and troubles

Heedless she strayed from note to note,
A maid, scarce knowing that she sang;
The dainty accents from her throat
In undulations lightly rang.

She sang in laughing rhythms sweet;
A bird of spring was in her voice;
Till, on through measures deft and fleet,
She caught the ditty of her choice.

A song of love, in words of fire,
Now made her breast with passion stir;
It breathed across her living lyre,
And thrilled the waiting chords in her.

Uplifted like a quivering dart,

There shall always be the Church and the World
And the Heart of Man
Shivering and fluttering between them, choosing and chosen,
Valiant, ignoble, dark and full of light
Swinging between Hell Gate and Heaven Gate.
And the Gates of Hell shall not prevail.

H E'D nothing but his violin,
I'd nothing but my song,
But we were wed when skies were blue
And summer days were long;
And when we rested by the hedge,
The robins came and told
How they had dared to woo and win,
When early Spring was cold.

We sometimes supped on dew-berries,
Or slept among the hay,
But oft the farmers' wives at eve
Came out to hear us play;
The rare old songs, the dear old tunes, —
We could not starve for long
While my man had his violin,
And I my sweet love-song.

He'd been sitting in the café since ten-thirty
expecting him to turn up any minute.
Midnight had gone, and he was still waiting for him.
It was now after one-thirty, and the café was almost deserted.
He'd grown tired of reading newspapers
mechanically. Of his three lonely shillings
only one was left: waiting that long,
he'd spent the others on coffees and brandy.
And he'd smoked all his cigarettes.
So much waiting had worn him out.
Because alone like that for so many hours,
he'd also begun to have disturbing thoughts

The heavy mists have crept away,
Heavily swims the sun,
And dim in mystic cloudlands gray
The stars fade one by one;
Out of the dusk enveloping
Come marsh and sky and tree,
Where erst has rested night's dark ring
Over the Kankakee.

" Mark right! " Afar and faint outlined
A flock of mallards fly,
We crouch within the reedy blind
Instantly at the cry.
" Mark left! " We peer through wild rice-blades,
And distant shadows see,
A wedge-shaped phalanx from the shades
Of far-off Kankakee.

The heaving roses of the hedge are stirred
By the sweet breath of summer, and the bird
Makes from within his jocund voice be heard.

The winds that kiss the roses sweep the sea
Of uncut grass, whose billows rolling free
Half drown the hedges which part lea from lea.

But soon shall look the wondering roses down
Upon an empty field cut close and brown,
That lifts no more its height against their own.

And in a little while those roses bright,
Leaf after leaf, shall flutter from their height,

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Heaven's MERCY shines, Wonders and Glorys meet;
Angels are lost in sweet surprize to see't.
The Circle of the Year is well near Run
Earth's- Conflagration is not yet begun.

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Heaven spares the Bulwark of our Peace , King GEORGE;
Our CHARTER holds; and Privileges large.
Our GOVERNOUR and SENATORS can meet;
And Greet, and Join in Consultation sweet.

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