Quartrains

Quartrains

If doubting Tom should chance to find

Himself in angel company,

He'd say that he did devils see

And point their horns to prove their kind
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Thy life is blameless, spotless, pure;

'Tis well 'tis so, - 'twere better so

Than otherwise, - and, yet, I trow

I would not brag unless thou'rt sure.
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A hey-day is no day at all;

The journey of the earth around

The sun doth never end; the sound

Of trump for rest is Gabriel's call.
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'Tis when the Past doth break the seal

Of dormant thought I feel the worth

Of now, and find the hope that earth

Of future days be true, be real
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The morning freshness of the dew

Is no less sweet than evening song

Of nightingale; what feeds the throng,

Is also food to fill the few.

W.H.A. Moore

3:47, p. 2

1890.08.16