Songs, Merry and Sad by John Charles McNeill
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Where life fell short of some desire
In you and me, Feeling for beauty which our eyes Could never see, Behold, from out the void we willed That it should be, And sometimes dreamed our lisping songs Of humanhood Might voice his silent harmony Of waste and wood, And he, beholding his and ours, Might find it good. [End of original text.] Notes: John Charles McNeill was born in Scotland County, near Laurinburg, North Carolina, on 26 July 1874, and died on 17 October 1907 (when he was 33 years old). He only produced this one volume before he died, |
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