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Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Faces of all types an' kinds,<br /> Faces showin' diffran' minds,<br /> Faces from de udder seas—<br /> Right from de antipodes:<br /> Oh! de many various faces<br /> Seen at Knutsford Park big races! </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Far from there we spent the money, thinking we could well afford, <br /> While they quietly undersold us with their cheaper trade abroad; </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Far from there we spent the money, thinking we could well afford, <br /> While they quietly undersold us with their cheaper trade abroad; </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Faster or slower as he chanced,<br /> Sitting or standing as he chose,<br /> According as he feared to risk<br /> His neck, or thought to spare his clothes, </p> </div>)
May Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Fifth Avenue and April<br /> And love and lack of care —<br /> The world is mad with music<br /> Too beautiful to bear. </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>For Gravesend Manor change at Chambers Street.<br /> The platform hurries along to a dead stop. </p> </div>)
Cities + (<div class="poem"> <p>For alas,<br /> he had crowded the city so full<br /> that men could not grasp beauty,<br /> beauty was over them,<br /> through them, about them,<br /> no crevice unpacked with the honey,<br /> rare, measureless. </p> </div>)
Where Happiness Lies + (<div class="poem"> <p>For men who fail to keep in sight,<br /> The laws of God for doing right,<br /> The laws of man are also made,<br /> With price to pay if you evade. </p> </div>)
Lockerbie Street + (<div class="poem"> <p>For the birthday of James Whitcomb Riley, October 7, 1914. </p> </div>)
Spring in California + (<div class="poem"> <p>For the feverish press in this Game of Life<br /> What a balm does Nature bear!<br /> What a draught of health in the new-turned earth,<br /> What a change from the realm of Care! </p> </div>)
Chaplinesque + (<div class="poem"> <p>For we can still love the world, who find<br /> A famished kitten on the step, and know<br /> Recesses for it from the fury of the street,<br /> Or warm torn elbow coverts. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>For you, your business does not pay,<br /> And you lament from day to day,<br /> You have not to your business given,<br /> That from which pay is deriven. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>Fortune comes through diligence and skill,<br /> There is always a way where there is a will,<br /> Industry of hand as well as of brain,<br /> Makes everything easy that’s worthy of gain. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>Fred carried the tramp with him to the next town and took him to a restaurant for a meal, but as soon as they had finished eating the tramp made a bee-line for a freight train—and oblivion, as far as Fred was concerned. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>From out the mesh of fate our heads we thrust.<br /> We can't do what we would, but what we must.<br /> Heredity has got us in a cinch—<br /> (Consoling thought when you've been on a "bust.") </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>From the snow-clad peaks of the Siskiyous<br /> To the warmth of the southern sun,<br /> Over roads that wind through the marts of trade,<br /> Does the traffic of pleasure run. </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Ge'men wid dem smart spy-glass,<br /> Well equip' fe spot dem harse,<br /> Dress' in Yankee-fashion clo'es,<br /> Watch de flag as do'n it goes:<br /> Oh! de eager, eager faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races! </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Get there if you can and see the land you once were proud to own <br /> Though the roads have almost vanished and the expresses never run: </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Get there if you can and see the land you once were proud to own <br /> Though the roads have almost vanished and the expresses never run: </p> </div>)
The Steering Wheel + (<div class="poem"> <p>Give us the still California night,<br /> When the moon is full and shining bright.<br /> Then life to us is never so real,<br /> If turning a Six Studebaker wheel. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br /> By hamlets where the low-roofed houses stand,<br /> So let us dawdle tho’ we well might rush.<br /> ‘Tis pleasant thus to idle through the land. </p> </div>)
Where Happiness Lies + (<div class="poem"> <p>God made all things to live by pair,<br /> The beasts of field and birds of air<br /> He made to make no bad mistakes,<br /> But man he left to make some breaks. </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Golf came in for a share of discussion,<br /> There’s nothing in golf to cause any fussin’,<br /> If business was good or if it was bad,<br /> They tackled the matter and never got mad. </p> </div>)

Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>HOSPITALITY SHORTENS A LONG WAIT </p> </div>)

Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hark to the song where spheral voices blend:<br /> "There's no beginning, never will be end."<br /> It makes us nutty; hang the astral chimes!<br /> The table's spread; come, let us dine, my friend. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Have things gone too far already? Are we done for? Must we wait <br /> Hearing doom’s approaching footsteps regular down miles of straight; </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Have things gone too far already? Are we done for? Must we wait <br /> Hearing doom’s approaching footsteps regular down miles of straight; </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>He never let the lantern drop.<br /> And some exclaimed who saw afar<br /> The figures he described with it,<br /> “I wonder what those signals are </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>He reeled, he lurched, he bobbed, he checked;<br /> He fell and made the lantern rattle<br /> (But saved the light from going out.)<br /> So half-way down he fought the battle </p> </div>)
The Road to Glory + (<div class="poem"> <p>He said, "I's read de Good Book thro',<br /> I's fahmiliar with all de ol' an' new.<br /> Now you's all bette' believe in dis story,<br /> If you's a gonna get yo' a home in glory." </p> </div>)
Our California + (<div class="poem"> <p>He said, when he answered in reply,<br /> "I thought that heaven was up on high.<br /> From what you say of your state so fair,<br /> I think that heaven must be out there." </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>He shut the door.<br /> The Doctor slid a little down the pillow. </p> </div>)
Man's Idiosyncrasy + (<div class="poem"> <p>He went to war and gained renown,<br /> In every fight he stood his ground,<br /> Bullets passed him thick and fast,<br /> Not a scratch from first to last. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her father spoke: "You're biting your lips. They'll bleed, if you don't look out. Better stop and rest. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her smile was warm and real. "No. I'm a fool. You told me to put on chains. I didn't. I deserve it." </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey! de flag is gone do'n, oh!<br /> Off at grips de harses go!<br /> Dainty's leadin' at a boun',<br /> Stirrup-cup is gainin' ground':<br /> Strainin', eager strainin' faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy! <br /> Look at me! </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy, look! <br /> I'm makin' a road! </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p>High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, holy, sang the choir,<br /> From singing holy seemed to never tire,<br /> We were told it was an anthem grand,<br /> Sung in churches through the land. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, on they sang,<br /> The church with holy, holy, rang,<br /> They kept right on to holy sing,<br /> We thought a change the proper thing. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>I answered Her: The choice is mine—ah, no!<br /> We all were made or marred long, long ago.<br /> The parts are written; hear the super wail:<br /> "Who is stage-managing this cosmic show?" </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I breathe the imperishable breath,<br /> I trespass the bounds of death––<br /> For my heart knows all the way<br /> To the eternal day. </p> </div>)