When future ages shall with wonder view
These glorious lines which Harley's daughter drew,
They shall confess that Britain could not raise
A fairer column to the father's praise.

Feel Me

© May Swenson

“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed.

We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant.

The Beggars

© Margaret Widdemer

The little pitiful, worn, laughing faces,

Begging of Life for Joy!

Living in the Body

© Joyce Sutphen

Body is something you need in order to stay

on this planet and you only get one.

Ballad of the Salvation Army

On Fourteenth street the bugles blow,
Bugles blow, bugles blow.
The red, red, red, red banner floats
Where sweating angels split their throats,
Marching in burlap petticoats,
Blow, bugles, blow.

How oft in schoolboy-days, from the schools sway

Lines Written Near San Francisco

I wake and feel the city trembling.
Yes, there is something unsettled in the air
And the earth is uncertain.

There was a Boy

© André Breton

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs

And islands of Winander! many a time,

When I Heard At The Close Of The Day

For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in
the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined
toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast-and that night I was happy.