Ye aspiring ones, listen to the st… Who lies here with no stone to mar… As a boy reckless and wanton, Wandering with gun in hand through… Near the mansion of Aaron Hatfiel…

You have become a forge of snow-wh… A crucible of molten steel, O Fra… Your sons are stars who cluster to… And fade in light for you, O glor… They pass through meteor changes w…

You may think, passer-by, that Fa… Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the u… And wisdom. Thus you believe, viewing the live…

Did you ever find out which of the boys it was Who snapped the toy pistol against… There when the flags were red and… In the breeze and “Bucky” Estil

Out of a cell into this darkened s… The end at twenty-five! My tongue could not speak what sti… And the village thought me a fool. Yet at the start there was a clear…

I staggered on through darkness, There was a hazy sky, a few stars Which I followed as best I could. It was nine o’clock, I was trying… But somehow I was lost,

No other man, unless it was Doc H… Did more for people in this town t… And all the weak, the halt, the im… And those who could not pay flocke… I was good-hearted, easy Doctor M…

Glorious daughter of time! Thou o… Thou of the virginal forehead—pall… Thou of the strong white hands wit… Of the blood that quickened the fa… Leave thou the path of the beasts.…

In the lust of my strength I cursed God, but he paid no atte… I might as well have cursed the st… In my last sickness I was in agon… And I cursed God for my suffering…

I began with Sir William Hamilto… Then studied Dugald Stewart; And then John Locke on the Under… And then Descartes, Fichte and S… Kant and then Schopenhauer—

Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men fre… Then sank into stupor by the way, Subdued by the Spartan tyranny? And Rome that staggered to death,…

Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia— But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a m… Of thirty-five or forty.

In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields of greenery sh… The hills at Miller’s Ford;

Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into eve… That bear no fruit— There where along the shaded walks

It is true, fellow citizens, That my old docket lying there for… On a shelf above my head and over The seat of justice, I say it is… That docket had an iron rim