Queer People

The people people work with best
Are often very queer
The people people own by birth
Quite shock your first idea;
The people people choose for friends
Your common sense appall,
But the people people marry
Are the queerest folks of all.

The Final Lesson

I HAVE sought beauty through the dust of strife,
I have sought meaning for the ancient ache,
And music in the grinding wheels of life;
Long have I sought, and little found as yet
Beyond this truth: that Love alone can make
Earth beautiful, and life without regret!

The Gossamer

As through the fields we walk, a thread
Of gossamer flits o'er the lea,
An airy phantom, fairy-bred,
And knits a band from thee to me.
I take it for a warning sign,
A sign how love too oft doth fare.
O hopes in Hope's wide realms that shine,
From vapour spun, dispersed by air!

To a Child

From out the keen distress that circled me,
Have I, sweet child, preserved myself for thee;
That I mine eyes and heart may feed and bless
With thine angelic happiness,
With this sweet innocence, this morning-gleam,
This yet untroubled, heav'n-descended stream.

The Critic who, with nice discernment, knows

The critic who, with nice discernment, knows
What to his country and his friends he owes;
How various nature warms the human breast,
To love the parent, brother, friend, or guest.
What the great functions of our judges are,
Of senators, and generals sent to war:
He can distinguish with unerring art
The strokes peculiar to each different part.

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