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 In the Shadows: the Priest

(American poet, 1877-1908)

How long is it now, I wonder— A thousand years, at least, Here the dark vault under, Feet to the East, Supposed to be Paradise-walking, a purgèd priest! Well, none of them see me, thank heaven, As they pass me here on the hill— So long as they live they're shriven, And when they come here—they are still.

Thinking

(See pages 681, 703)

'Tis a great infirmity to think. God preserve you from it, my son, as He has preserved His greatest saints, and the souls whom He loves with especial tenderness and destines to eternal felicity.

The Tail of the World

(Contemporary American poet)

The world is a beast with a long fur tail, With an angry tooth, and a biting nail; And she's headed the way that she ought not to go For the Lord he designed and decreed her so.