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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHO ARE THEY, by EDWARD TRUMAN
First Line: Who are they
Last Line: A germ of pain -- a sample of life's cross-section.
First Line: Who are they
Last Line: A germ of pain -- a sample of life's cross-section.
Who are they,
These who would probe our souls
And, delving deep down,
Find so little there to witness for us?
What can they know
Of you or me;
Of loosing ecstasy and losing love?
Can they be our friends?
Well, so they say and have us believing.
Rather are they enemies
Seeking something and believing it there;
Finding it not, but planting it
Where suddenly it's revealed:
A germ of pain -- a sample of life's cross-section.
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MY MOTHER by FLORENCE R. ANDREWS
PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD
TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON
OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE