Argument. The Indian Government being minded to discover the economic condition of their lands, sent a Committee to inquire into it; and saw that it was good.
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning, And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole, I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoyable life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol! ...
When I was a King and a Mason, a Master proven and skilled, I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build. I decreed and dug down to my levels. Presently, under the silt,...
We've rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations* come to hand, Together for a year and more around this stinkin' land: Now you are goin' home again, but we must see it through....
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay, "And the Saint and Seer and Prophet "Can make no better of it...
Once in life I watched a Star; But I whistled, "Let her go! There are others, fairer far, Which my favouring skies shall show Here I lied, and herein I Stood to pay the penalty. ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for their fate. But these tear-besprinkled pages Shall attest to future ages...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware...
I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I see a river loop and run about a treeless land, An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-clear,...
My brother kneels, so saith Kabir, To stone and brass in heathen wise, But in my brother's voice I hear My own unanswered agonies. His God is as his fates assign, His prayer is all the world's, and mine.
The Soldier may forget his Sword, The Sailorman the Sea, The Mason may forget the Word And the Priest his Litany: The Maid may forget both jewel and gem, And the Bride her wedding-dress,...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant accuser Wastes that one hour we needed to make good....
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And cheered by flesh of my flesh. The fatted calf is dressed for me, But the husks have greater rest for me,...