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Full text of "New Poems And Variant Readings"

MEN ARE HEAVEN'S PIERS          93
And victor in day's petty wars,
Each for the other lights the stars.
Come then, my Eve, and to and fro
Let us about our garden go ;
And, grateful-hearted, hand in hand
Revisit all our tillage land,
And marvel at our strange estate,
For hooded rum at the gate
Sits watchful, and the angels fear
To see us tread so boldly here.
Meanwhile, my Eve, with flower and grass
Our perishable days we pass ;
Far more the thorn observe—and see
How our enormous sins go free—
Nor less admire, beside the rose,
How far a little virtue goes.
THE ANGLER ROSE, HE TOOK HIS ROD
THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead :
The angler tripped, the eels were fed