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". . AS THE VIOLETS CAME"
Some love may come like a call to wars In a gale of glory that blinds and thrills;But my love came like the breaking stars In a sudden hush on the summer hills.
Some love may come like a storm that swells In the August sky as the daylight wanes;But my love came like the sound of bells The winds have drifted across the plains.
Some love may come like a flame that's drawn Through ruins crackling across the night;But my love came like a breaking dawn On the daisy hills where the world is white.
For Love, as they say, may come like flame, Or a challenge gay, or a wind untrue;But my love came as the violets came In the quiet fields when the spring was new.
Contemporary VerseGeorge Brandon Saul


THE SHOP
The shop is red and crimson. Under the forge Men hold red bars of iron with black iron tongs.It crashes—sparks spatter out; it crashes again, again, At last the iron is bent as it belongs.
Swedes, Norwegians, Poles or Greeks—they are men: They grin when they please, look ugly when they please;They wear black oakum in their ears for the noise; They know their job, handle their tools with ease.

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