JEALOUSY
Can a man think of Love when Jealousy
Sears the retreating soul within him?
Yes, for Love is not a fragile thing,
Not a child in the heart.
Love must be hot with the glory of strength:
At the bidding of Jealousy, unwelcome guest,
We look at Love through green glasses.
Then Love, who is lusty and strong,
Smashes the glass before our eyes-
Strides into our wounded hearts with a sword of reproach;
And only when we feel that the heart will break,
Love, the strong, the sweet, the terrible, becomes
Our rescuer and not our conqueror.
Philip Britts, 1935
Joe Hine wrote:
> ALONE
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> When the night is cold and the winds complain,
> And the pine trees sigh for the coming rain,
> I will light a lonely watch fire, near by a lonely wood,
> And look up to see if the God I serve has seen and understood.
> I'll watch the wood-ash whitened by the licking yellow tongues,
> I'll watch the wood-smoke rising, sweet smoke that stings the lungs,
> See the leaping, laughing watch fire throw shadows on the grass,
> See the rushes bend and tremble, to let the shadows pass,
> While my soul flies through the forest, back a trail of weary years--
> And the clouds, as if in pity, shed their tears.
> Oh, I do not want their pity for a trail that's closed behind,
> Though all the things on earth combine to play upon the mind,
> I must keep on riding forward to a goal I'll never find,
> What matter the eyes have seen so much that the soul is colour-blind?
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> Philip Britts, 1934
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