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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>)
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>)
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>)
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>)
Washington Square + (<div class="poem"> <p>I cannot go:<br /> I dream that behind a window one wakes, a woman:<br /> She is thinking of me. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I follow, I follow––I'll wend<br /> My way on this road to the end;<br /> Silence may keep to the sea,<br /> On land no light shines free. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>I hope it choked him. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>I laughed heartily, and with rapier speed replied, </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I long for such a day to come once more,<br /> I wait the moment when I may depart;<br /> I part with romance at the city’s door.<br /> The open road’s a pleasure to the heart. </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>I saw a girl with one leg<br /> over the rail of a balcony </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I was at hand when the primal herd<br /> Toiled o'er the heavy sledge,<br /> As they dragged their load<br /> To their cave abode<br /> By the rippling river's edge. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>I'm makin' a road <br /> For the cars to fly by on, <br /> Makin' a road <br /> Through the palmetto thicket <br /> For light and civilization <br /> To travel on. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>I'm makin' a road <br /> For the rich to sweep over <br /> In their big cars <br /> And leave me standin' here. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>If all our officers were true<br /> And treated as the same as you,<br /> Our friend would then feel he were safer<br /> Where'er he'd go in a Studebaker. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If interest in your church has died,<br /> It doesn’t revive although you’ve tried,<br /> Just ask yourself and look within<br /> To see what you are putting in. </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>If some investments have not paid,<br /> From the savings you have made,<br /> The gift for thrift to you He gave,<br /> You cannot lose if still you save. </p> </div>)
The Mountains + (<div class="poem"> <p>If the mountains were never stationed there,<br /> We would not have the purified air,<br /> Nor would flowing rivers be sustained,<br /> If in the mountains it never rained. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>If we really want to live, we’d better start at once to try; <br /> If we don’t, it doesn’t matter, but we’d better start to die. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>If we really want to live, we’d better start at once to try; <br /> If we don’t, it doesn’t matter, but we’d better start to die. </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>If you are inclined to lament and say,<br /> There are no opportunities found today,<br /> With the rest of the world you're out of step,<br /> Your body and mind are short on pep. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If you have brothers in your lodge,<br /> You now quite often try to dodge,<br /> Then your interest’s growing slim,<br /> You must put in if you would win. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If your home is not going right,<br /> You stay out late most every night,<br /> You have no longer interest there,<br /> You’ve no investment worth the care. </p> </div>)

Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>In a flash he countered. </p> </div>)

Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In alarm she thought, "How long does it last? I can't keep this up. I--Oh!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In discomfort of spirit and wetness of ankles Claire shuddered, "Oh dear, I don't believe he expects us to pay him. He seems like an awfully independent person. Maybe we'd offend him if we offered——" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In fact, Claire learned that there may be an almost tolerable state of existence without gardenias or the news about the latest Parisian imagists. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>In front of the Royal Palace, Pictures, 4 Great Acts Vaudeville 4, was browsing a small, beetle-like, tin-covered car. </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>In passing with my mind<br /> on nothing in the world </p> </div>)
On the Great Plateau + (<div class="poem"> <p>In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away, <br /> Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another day—<br /> Far and far away—far away. </p> </div>)
Wars + (<div class="poem"> <p>In the o … <div class="poem"></br><p>In the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet.<br /></br>In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.<br /></br>In the wars to come silent wheels and whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.</br></p></br></div>whirr of rods not yet dreamed out in the heads of men. </p> </div>)
Kisses by the Roadside + (<div class="poem"> <p>In the shadows of the trees above,<br /> Their kisses told us of their love,<br /> No bliss to either one was missing,<br /> They put it all into their kissing. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Incredulous of his own bad luck.<br /> And then becoming reconciled<br /> To everything, he gave it up<br /> And came down like a coasting child. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>Industry travels the road with joy,<br /> Duty is also along to convoy.<br /> There is no possible way to progress,<br /> If we no love for labor possess. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>Industry will our talents improve,<br /> Deficiencies from our abilities remove.<br /> With energies noble it is in accord,<br /> It brings to all its highest reward. </p> </div>)
On a Tree Fallen Across The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Insisting always on our own way so.<br /> She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,<br /> And make us get down in a foot of snow<br /> Debating what to do without an axe. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Intimate as war-time prisoners in an isolation camp, <br /> Living month by month together, nervy, famished, lousy, damp. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Intimate as war-time prisoners in an isolation camp, <br /> Living month by month together, nervy, famished, lousy, damp. </p> </div>)
Cities + (<div class="poem"> <p>Is our task the less sweet<br /> that the larve still sleep in their cells?<br /> Or crawl out to attack our frail strength: </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>It long has been our own opinion,<br /> That here within our small dominion,<br /> Many men have paid a fine<br /> Just from persecution blind. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>It must have looked as if the course<br /> He steered was really straight away<br /> From that which he was headed for—<br /> Not much concerned for them, I say. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>It was Claire's first bad day since the hole in the mud. She had started gallantly, scooting along the level road that flies straight west of Fargo. But at noon she encountered a restaurant which made eating seem an evil. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>It was Claire, not the man, who was embarrassed. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>It was somewhat inconsistent to add, "There's a bully place—sneak in and let her get past me again. But she won't catch me following next time!" </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>It's all decreed—the mighty earthquake crash;<br /> The countless constellations' wheel and flash;<br /> The rise and fall of empires, war's red tide;<br /> The composition of your dinner hash. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>It’s known to all to be the law,<br /> That interest should you wish to draw,<br /> On something that you have within,<br /> You first must put that something in. </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>It’s not the savings that you make<br /> That turn into a rich man’s stake.<br /> It’s lessons soundly learned of thrift,<br /> That are to you a priceless gift. </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Jockeys lookin' quite dem bes',<br /> In deir racin' clo'es all dress'<br /> (Judge de feelin's how dem proud)<br /> Show de harses to de crowd:<br /> Now you'll see de knowin' faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races. </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>John Jacob Astor started poor,<br /> He peddled goods from door to door,<br /> Thomas Edison of our present day,<br /> Has traveled far along the way. </p> </div>)