Show I HEA HEAVEN VEN HELP THE MAN By Edmund V. V Cooke Heaven help the man with the tongue of ot brass brall Which clatters and clangors to all who pass Proclaiming to all by his constant din Ho I is hollon without and hollow hono within Who Vho has endless wor words s in an endless store Who ho needs no comment and no encore And who never has learned that human speech I Is not alone alons his but bestowed bestowed on each Heaven help helo the tho man with the brow of ot bone bona Who Vho can s stand All 1111 society save SIlVO his own Who Vho has no lovo love for a n. lonely stroll Whore Where the trees come como close or tho the wide waves roll Who Vho never no shuts tight his favorite book To commune with himself in his ingle nook And nd who never nover ransacks himself to find Tho The worth while corners of ot heart and mind 1 Heaven help the tho man with tho the heart of ot lead Who is everything else but officially dead Who runs in his rut and antI has no mind For the stress and the struggle of ot human kind Who Vho never suspects that he holds a n. trust To keep men kind and the nations Just And who never thrills to tho the uttermost nerve With Ith the pain p. and the passion to sweat sweat and and servo servel I Copyright 1920 lO N. N E. E A. A |