Show THE SOVEREIGN POET He sits above the clang and dust or Time With the worlds secret trembllngon his Up He asks not converse nor Companionship In the cold starlight where thou canst not climb The undelivered tidings in Ins brelast Suffer him not to rest He sees afar the Immenvorable throng An l binds the scattered ages with a song The glorious riddle of fcis rhythmic breath His might his spell Ire know not what they be We only feel whater he uttereifh This savors not of death This hath a relish of eternity William Watson in the Spectator Life ds real life Is earnestS earnest-S And the moments speed away In a manner far too rapidS rapid-S When we have a note to pay Datrolt Free Press Live1 of greatmen nil xemind us They have failings just like ours And In line WIth them youd find us Ifwe only had their powers Kansas City Journal 44 Take the road and keep the middle Brave and true through time and chance Then when Fortune plays the fiddle You will be on hand to dance Atlanta Constitution > it Oh ever thus from childhoods hours Hes seen Ihs fondest hopes betrayed j Wheneer he held adiamond hand The trump was sure to be a spade Chicago InterOcean |