THOU art the joy of age:
Thy sun is dear when long the shadow falls.
Forth to its friendliness the old man crawls,
And, like the bird hung in his poor cage
To gather song from radiance, in his chair
Sits by the door; and sitteth there
His soul...
George MacDonald
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A New Old Ballad
THE WIND it blew, and the ship it flew;
And it was “Hey for hame!
And ho for hame!” But the skipper cried,
“Haud her oot o’er the saut sea faem.”Then up and spoke the King himsel’:
“Haud on for Dumferline!”
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Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.Where did you...