Life and Existence

God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!

I’ve taken my fun where I’ve found it.

They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam.

We have done with Hope and Honor, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, And the epitaph drear: “A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.”

If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine.

At my dying hour, and over my long life, A clock strikes somewhere at the city’s edge.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

O seasons, O châteaux, What soul is without flaws? 12

O seasons, O châteaux, What soul is without flaws? 12

It is found again. What? Eternity. It is the sea Gone with the sun. 11

I long for Europe of the ancient parapets. 8

I wish to leave the world By its natural door; In my tomb of green leaves They are to carry me to die. Do not put me in the dark To die like a traitor; I am good, and like a good thing I will die with my face to the sun.

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a willful stranger; My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.

My body which my dungeon is, And yet my parks and palaces.

The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

A child should always say what’s true And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table; At least as far as he is able.

Oh! the old swimmin’ hole! When I last saw the place, The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face.

Oh! the old swimmin’ hole! When I last saw the place, The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face.

An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ’at Annie tells about, An’ the Gobble-uns ’at gits you Ef you Watch Out!

That old sweetheart of mine.