Mortimer Collins

  • There was an ape in the days that were earlier;
    Centuries passed, and his hair grew curlier;
    Centuries more gave a thumb to his wrist,
    Then he was a Man and a Positivist.

  • Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain,
    Whose magic joys we shall not see again;
        Bright haze of morning veils its glimmering shore.
            Ah, truly breathed we there
            Intoxicating air—
        Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of...