Classic poem of the day
Our garden's very near the trains;
I think it's jolly fine
That I have just to climb the fence
To watch the railway line!
I love to see the train that takes
A minute to the mile;
The engine-man, as he goes past,
Has only time to smile!
Then comes a train with empty trucks,
That never goes so fast;
Its driver-man has always time
To wave as he goes past!
The man who drives the luggage train,
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Fate is a sword that swings by chance—
I wonder where my brothers have gone.
Wiping these tears that wet my sleeves,
I comb my hair like a silken lawn.
The earth is vulgar, vast, and wild,
But Heaven is far, like the distant dawn.
For who is spared from sickness in time?
I cannot see you though life slips on.
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