- The Newly Dead
I.
With the light just quenched in their eyes
They lie in their graves 'neath the skies,
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- A Song For The Hills
Here is the freedom men die for,--die for but never know;
Here is the peace they pray for shrined in eternal snow;
Down on the plain the city moans with a human cry,
But here there is naught but silence,--peace, and the wide, wide sky.
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- Night In May
The snowy clouds, soft sleeping lambkins, lie
Along the dark blue meadows of the sky,
And the bright stars, like golden daffodils,
Are blooming thickly by.
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- Zoroaster
I.
The light of a new day was on his brow,
The faith of a great dawn was on his tongue;
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- The Story Of Moses
This is the story of Moses,
The earliest scribe that we keep:
Void was the earth and formless,
And dark was the face of the deep,
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