Songs of Labor and Other Poems by Morris Rosenfeld
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Wisely said, the Lord made answer, Lo, your counsel fair I take! Yet, my Senate, one exception-- One alone, I will to make. One exception! for the poet, For the singer, shall have wings; He the gates of Heav'n shall enter, Highest of created things. One I single from among ye, One to watch the ages long, Promptly to admit the poet When he hears his holy song. Journalism Written today, and read today, And stale the news tomorrow!-- Upon the sands I build... I _play!_ I play, and weep in sorrow: "Ah God, dear God! to find cessation From this soul-crushing occupation! If but one year ere Thou dost call me Thither, Lord, at this blighting task let me not wither." |
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