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Investment Policy

© Piet Hein

Anxieties yield
at a negative rate,
increasing in smallness
the longer they wait.

Oh My Heart Is Sad And Weary

© Louisa May Alcott

'Oh my heart is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam,
Longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home.'

The Plugger

© Edgar Albert Guest

He isn't very brilliant and his pace is often slow,

There's nothing very flashy in his style;

For My Own Tombstone

© Matthew Prior

To me 'twas given to die; to thee 'tis given
To live: alas! one moment sets us even.
Mark! how impartial is the will of Heaven!

Keep Your Whip In Your Hand

© George Ade

Each man is like a noble steed;

When he's a colt I take him;

Joshua

© Charles Harpur

When Joshua in the days of old

Stood forth upon old Jordans bank,

No life worth naming ever comes to good
If always nourished on the selfsame food;
The creeping mite may live so if he please,
And feed on Stilton till he turns to cheese,
But cool Magendie proves beyond a doubt,
If mammals try it, that their eyes drop out.

Ballade Made In The Hot Weather

© William Ernest Henley

Dark aisles, new packs of cards,
Mermaidens' tails, cool swards,
Dawn dews and starlit seas,
White marbles, whiter words -
To live, I think of these!

Sangar

© John Reed

Oh, there was joy in Heaven when Sangar came.
Sweet Mary wept, and bathed and bound his wounds,
And God the Father healed him of despair,
And Jesus gripped his hand, and laughed and laughed.

Olney Hymn 12: Ephraim Repenting

© William Cowper

My God, till I received Thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
So unaccustom'd to the yoke,
So backward to comply.

The Dream Called Life (From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca)

© Edward Fitzgerald

From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca

A dream it was in which I found myself.

The Gleaner

© Virna Sheard

As children gather daisies down green ways
Mid butterflies and bees,
To-day across the meadows of past days
I gathered memories.

The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fifth

© William Wordsworth

HIGH on a point of rugged ground
Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell
Above the loftiest ridge or mound
Where foresters or shepherds dwell,

The nameof itis

The nameof itis "Autumn"
The hueof itis Blood
An Arteryupon the Hill
A Veinalong the Road

In Answer

© Wang Wei

In these quiet years growing calmer,

Lacking knowledge of the worlds affairs,

The Willow-Tree

Domine, Domine!
Sing we a litany,
Sing for poor maiden-hearts broken and weary;
Domine, Domine!
Sing we a litany,
Wail we and weep we a wild Miserere!

Truthful James To The Editor

Which it is not my style
To produce needless pain
By statements that rile
Or that go 'gin the grain,
But here's Captain Jack still a-livin', and Nye has no skelp on his
brain!

Cleaning The Furnace

Last night Pa said to Ma: "My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,
It's time I did a little job I do not like at all.
I wisht 'at I was rich enough to hire a man to do
The dirty work around this house an' clean up when he's through,
But since I'm not, I'm truly glad that I am strong an' stout,
An' ain't ashamed to go myself an' clean the furnace out."