Great Grandfather was ninety—nine And so it was our one dread, That though his health was superfi… He’d fail to make the hundred. Though he was not a rolling stone

The waves have a story to tell me, As I lie on the lonely beach; Chanting aloft in the pine—tops, The wind has a lesson to teach; But the stars sing an anthem of gl…

He burned a hole in frozen muck, He pierced the icy mould, And there in six—foot dirt he stru… A sack or so of gold. He burned holes in the Decalogue,

My mother she had children five an… While I, least worthy to survive,… She looks at me, I must confess,… My mother is three—score and ten,… You don’t know how it hurts me whe…

Strip Teaser My precious grand—child, aged two, Is eager to unlace one shoe, And then the other; Her cotton socks she’ll deftly dof…

Lost Kitten Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They walked with wobbly feet.

Because I was a woman lone And had of friends so few, I made two little ones my own, Whose parents no one knew; Unwanted foundlings of the night,

The Judgement The Judge looked down, his face w… He scratched his ear; The gangster’s moll looked up at h… With eyes of fear.

When I was small the Lord appeare… Unto my mental eye A gentle giant with a beard Who homed up in the sky. But soon that vasty vision blurred…

When first I left Blighty they ga… And told me it ‘ad to be smothered… But blimey! I ’aven’t been able t… So far as I’ve gone wiv the vinta… For ain’t it a fraud! when a Boch…

I was Mojeska’s leading man And famous parts I used to play, But now I do the best I can To earn my bread from day to day; Here in this Burg of Breaking He…

The Spirit of the Unborn Babe pe… Peered through the window—pane tha… For, oh, the sky was desolate and… And how the little room was cramme… Except the flirting of the fire th…

When I was daft (as urchins are), And full if fairy lore, I aimed an arrow at a star And hit —the barnyard door. I’ve shot at heaps of stars since…

As home from church we two did plo… “Grandpa,” said Rosy, “What is G… Seeking an answer to her mind, This is the best that I could fin… God is the Iz—ness of our Cosmic…

In stilly grove beside the sea He mingles colours, measures space… A bronze and breezy man is he, Yet peace is in his face. Behold him stand and longly stare,