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______________________________ The Demon of Rum is about in the land, His victims are falling on every hand, The wise and the simple, the brave and the fair, No station too high for his vengence to spare. O women, the sorrow and pain is with you, And so be the joy and the victory, too; With this for your motto, and succor divine, The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine, The homes that were happy are ruined and gone. The hearts that were merry are wretched and lone, And lives full of promise of good things to come, Are ruined and wreck'd by the Demon of Rum. Wives, maidens and mothers, to you it is giv'n, To rescue the fallen and point them to heav'n. With us for your guides you shall win by this sign, The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine. O mothers, whose sons tarry long at the bowl, Who love their good name as you love your own soul, O maidens with fathers, and brothers and beaux; Whose lives you would rescue from infinite woes, Let war be your watch...

Foxtrot From a Play by W. H. Auden (1907-1973) _________________ The soldier loves his rifle, The scholar loves his books, The farmer loves his horses, The film star loves her looks. There’s love the whole world over Wherever you may be; Some lose their rest for gay Mae West, But you’re my cup of tea. Some talk of Alexander And some of Fred Astaire, Some like their heroes hairy Some like them debonair, Some prefer a curate And some an A.D.C., Some like a tough to treat’em rough, But you’re my cup of tea. Some are mad on Airedales And some on Pekinese, On tabby cats or parrots Or guinea pigs or geese. There are patients in asylums Who think that they’re a tree; I had an aunt who loved a plant, But you’re my cup of tea. Some have sagging waistlines And some a bulbous nose And some a floating kidney And some have hammer toes, Some have tennis elbow And some have housemaid’s knee, And some I know have got B.O., But you’re my cup of tea. The blackb...

------------------------------------------ SONNET 94--William Shakespeare _________________________________ They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

_____________________________ _____________________________ The thread in the hand of a loving mother, For the garment of her departing son. Carefully she sews stitch by stitch, In fear of his delayed return. How much of his little love, Like tiny sprouting grass, Can repay her radiant love, Like warm sunshine of spring? ******** Meng Jiao

____________________________ When I love I feel that I am the king of time I possess the earth and everything on it and ride into the sun upon my horse. When I love I become liquid light invisible to the eye and the poems in my notebooks become fields of mimosa and poppy. When I love the water gushes from my fingers grass grows on my tongue when I love I become time outside all time. When I love a woman all the trees run barefoot toward me… ** Nizar Qabbani

THE TAME BIRD WAS IN A CAGE by: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) T HE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to the wood." The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage." Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?" "Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky." The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands." The cage bird sings, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned." The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught." The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands." There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing. Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each...

ONE SELLS HIS RICE AT ANY PRICE. A paddy*-buyer, purse in hand, Comes to a store, and to a stand. " I want to buy some rice," says he, " A sample of it let me see." * Rice in the husk. The paddy-seller is not slow A little measiire-ful to show. The buyer asks, " Have you no more ? " The seller says, " This is the store : Pagodas one or ten will buy No other rice than now you spy." The neighbour pays pagodas ten, And says he 11 soon be here again. And back he comes, with bullock strong, To fetch his purchase before long, And, like a man of means and mirth, Demands his ten pagodas worth. The dealer brings the measure small, And says, " Pour out, and take it all." " This all for ten pagodas ! " cries The purchaser. The cheat replies, " For one or ten, I said before, This is the rice, and there s no more. Agreeing, ten you chose to pay, So take your bargain, and away." The jest no joke the good man feels, And to the judg...