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The Widow and Her Son XXI

 Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men came home from the streets while silence engulfed the night. 

In a lone house near those villages lived a...Read more of this...

(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of The Three Wayfarers)

 (As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers")

O MY trade it is the rarest one,
Simple shepherds all--
My trade is a sight to see;
For my customers I tie, and take 'em up on high,
And waft 'em to a far countree!

My tools are but common ones,
Simple shepherds all--
My tools are no sight to see:
A little hempen...Read more of this...

The Wayfarers

 Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while. 
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; 
The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. 
Ah! the long road! and you so far away!
Oh, I’ll remember! but … each crawling day 
Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile 
Dull the...Read more of this...

Crime and Punishment chapter XII

 Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." 

And he answered saying: 

It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind, 

That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself. 

And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while...Read more of this...

The Gardener LXIV: I Spent My Day

 I spent my day on the scorching
hot dust of the road.
Now, in the cool of the evening, I
knock at the door of the inn. It is 
deserted and in ruins.
A grim ashath tree spreads its 
hungry clutching roots through the
gaping fissures of the walls.
Days have been when wayfarers
came here to wash their weary feet.
They spread their mats in the...Read more of this...

She Hears The Storm

 There was a time in former years-- 
While my roof-tree was his-- 
When I should have been distressed by fears 
At such a night as this!

I should have murmured anxiously, 
'The prickling rain strikes cold; 
His road is bare of hedge or tree, 
And he is getting old.'

But now the fitful chimney-roar, 
The drone of Thorncombe trees, 
The Froom...Read more of this...

Beauty XXV

 And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." 

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? 

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? 

The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. 

Like a young mother...Read more of this...

Uphill

 DOES the road wind uphill all the way? 
 Yes, to the very end. 
Will the day's journey take the whole long day? 
 From morn to night, my friend. 

But is there for the night a resting-place? 
 A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. 
May not the darkness hide it from my face? 
 You...Read more of this...

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