I lost my patronage in Spoon Rive… From trying to put my mind in the… To catch the soul of the person. The very best picture I ever took Was of Judge Somers, attorney at…

Were you not ashamed, fellow citiz… When my estate was probated and ev… How small a fortune I left?— You who hounded me in life, To give, give, give to the churche…

I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing th… Of independence, for reform, and w… Next I used my rebel strength To capture the standard of my old…

Together in this grave lie Benjam… And Nig, his dog, constant compan… Down the grey road, friends, child… Passing one by one out of life, le… With Nig for partner, bed fellow,…

Everyone laughed at Col. Prichard For buying an engine so powerful That it wrecked itself, and wrecke… He ran it with. But here is a joke of cosmic size:

Take note, passers-by, of the shar… Eaten in my head-stone by the wind… Almost as if an intangible Nemesi… Were marking scores against me, But to destroy, and not preserve,…

In a lingering fever many visions… I was in the little house again With its great yard of clover Running down to the board-fence, Shadowed by the oak tree,

The secret of the stars,—gravitati… The secret of the earth,—layers of… The secret of the soil,—to receive… The secret of the seed,—the germ. The secret of man,—the sower.

Ye who are kicking against Fate, Tell me how it is that on this hil… Running down to the river, Which fronts the sun and the south… This plant draws from the air and…

We stand about this place—we, the… And shade our eyes because we drea… “June 17th, 1884, aged 21 years an… And all things are changed. And we—we, the memories, stand her…

How did you feel, you libertarians… Who spent your talents rallying no… Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was not to be found anywhere excep… Or at a table, guzzling?

I ran away from home with the circ… Having fallen in love with Mademo… The lion tamer. One time, having starved the lions For more than a day,

The Prohibitionists made me Town… When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man… Before I joined the church, I kil… At the saw-mill near Maple Grove.

Your attention, Thomas Rhodes, pr… Coolbaugh Wedon, editor of the Ar… Rev. Peet, pastor of the leading… A.D. Blood, several times Mayor… And finally all of you, members of…

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