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The Liberty of Light and Love

Friends of true liberty! arise;
The tyrant-foe's at hand;
The glorious freedom of the skies
Give to our glorious land;
The liberty of light and love—
For such the saints enjoy above.

Enkindle, by the torch of truth,
The love of all that's good;
Let th' aspiring soul of youth
Stand where a Daniel stood;
The moral might, that wreath'd his brow,
Would make ten thousand tyrants bow.

Come forth, ye steadfast moral band!
Who guide true Freedom's car;
Set forth the truth thro' all the land,
Scatter it wide and far,

Careless Love

Love, oh love, oh careless love
Love, love, oh careless love
You have caused me to weep
You have caused me to moan
You have caused me to leave my happy home

Don't never drive a stranger from your door
Don't never drive a stranger from your door
It may be your best friend knocking
At your door
It may be your brother: you will never know

Careless love, look how you carried me down
Careless love, look how you carried me down
You caused me to lose my mother
And she's laying in six feet of ground

The Omen

Yes! 'twas the hour when all my hopes
Seemed idle as the dews that shake
And tremble in their lotus-cups
By deep Tsurugi's lake,—
'Twas then the omen said :
“Fear not! he'll come his own dear love to wed.”

What though my mother bids me flee
Thy fond embrace? No heed I take ;
As pure, as deep my love for thee
As Kiyosumi's lake.
One thought fills all my heart:
When wilt thou come no more again to part?

Is There Anybody Here Who Loves My Jesus?

Is there anybody here who loves my Jesus?
Anybody here who loves my Lord?
I want to know if you love my Jesus;
I want to know if you love my Lord.

This world's a wilderness of woe,
So let us all to glory go.
Religion is a blooming rose,
And none but them who feel it know.

When I was blind and could not see,
King Jesus brought the light to me.

When ev'ry star refuses to shine,
I know King Jesus will be mine.

Answer

Wert thou by all Affections sought,
And fairer then thou wouldst be thought:
Or had thine Eyes as many Darts
As thou believ'st they shoot at Hearts,
Yet if thy Love were paid to me,
I would not offer mine to thee.

Ide sooner court a Feavers heat,
Then her that owns a Flame as great;
She that my Love will entertain,
Must meet it with no lesse disdain.
For mutual Fires themselves destroy,
And willing Kisses yield no Joy.
I love thee not because alone
Thou canst all Beauty call thine own,
Nor doth my passion fuel seek,

For My Husband Sleeping Alone

He's dead

the dog won't have to
sleep on his potatoes
any more to keep them
from freezing

he's dead
the old bastard—
He's a bastard because

there's nothing
legitimate in him any
more
he's dead

He's sick-dead


he's
a godforsaken curio
without
any breath in it

He's nothing at all
he's dead

Shrunken up to skin
Put his head on
one chair and his
feet on another and
he'll lie there
like an acrobat—

Love's beaten. He
beat it. That's why
he's insufferable—
because

The Storm-Flower

THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS BY THE OUTER MOAT
OF MY CASTLE OF LOVE, WHILE THE PERILOUS RAIN
SHRIEKS AND BEATS AT THE GRANITE WALLS ,
AT THE DOORS, AT EACH THICK WINDOW-PANE
BUT IN THE KEEP, STILL, STILL, AND DEEP
MY SWEET LOVE WAITS IN IVORY ROOMS :
SHE WEARS NEW SILK FROM FAIRY LOOMS :
OUR LIPS BURN SWEETLY, WITHOUT FEAR :
OUR NEST IS STILL. I HEAR HER SIGH.—
AND WHAT CARE I. IF THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS!

The One I Love

The one I love
Is south of the great lakes
What shall I send you?
A tortoise shell hatpin with twin pearls,
With jade I'll braid and plait it.
I hear that you have another love—
I will break it, smash and burn it,
Smash and burn it,
Face into the wind, scatter its ashes.
From this day on
Nevermore will I love you.
My love for you is severed
Cocks crow, dogs bark.
My brother and his wife must find out.
Alas! Oh my!
Autumn winds sough, sough Dawn Wind hastens
The east at a blink whitening will find out!