Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WORDS, by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE


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First Line: Words are but leaves to the tree of mine
Last Line: Or the cindered dross of hell.
Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary


Words are but leaves to the tree of mind;
Where breezy fancy plays;
Or echoes from the souls which find
Expression's subtle ways.

A beaming lamp to idea's feet
Where sentinel thought abides;
Or a guide to the soul's retreat,
Where master man presides.

A jewel trembling on the tongue,
The index of the heart;
The black mask from the spirit wrung,
Revealing every part.

A ship upon the sea of life,
With all her sails aswell;
Her cargo being the bread of life,
Or the cindered dross of hell.





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