For all good friends who care to r… here let me lyre my living creed .… One: you may deem me Pacifist, For I’ve no sympathy with strife. Like hell I hate the iron fist,

I’ve wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E’en when Master play. For stage and screen I have no he…

Oh I have worn my mourning out, And on her grave the green grass g… So I will hang each sorry clout High in the corn to scare the crow… And I will buy a peacock tie,

Rhyme—Smith Oh, I was born a lyric babe (That last word is a bore — It’s only rhyme is astrolabe," Whose meaning I ignore.)

At dawn of day the white land lay… When Bill Mc’Gee he says to me:… We’ve got to make Fort Liard quic… But, oh! the little woman’s sick .… And me! Well, yes, I must confess…

When I was cub reporter I Would interview the Great, And sometimes they would make repl… And sometimes hesitate; But often they would sharply say,

My brother Tim has children ten, While I have none. Maybe that’s why he’s toiling when To ease I’ve won. But though I would some of his br…

Though elegance I ill afford, My living—room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of drinking, I am told. I fancy he was rather bored;

Three gentlemen live close beside… A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide m… A singer who plays the guitar; And there on my lintel is Cupid;

Marie Antoinette They told to Marie Antoinette: “The beggers at your gate Have eyes too sad for tears to wet… And for your pity wait.”

To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed us through room after ro…

Mary and I were twenty—two When we were wed; A well—matched pair, right smart t… The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true

There was a woman, and she was wis… She was old, so old, yet her years… And she knew by heart, from finish… There is no hope for such as I on… Unloved I live, unloved I die, un…

Though Virtue hurt you Vice is ni… Aye, Parson says it’s wrong, Yet for my pleasing I’ll suffice With Women, Wine and Song. But though it be with jocund glee

I know a garden where the lilies g… And one who lingers in the sunshin… She is than white—stoled lily far… And oh, her eyes are heaven—lit wi… I know a garret, cold and dark and…