Four Lyrics
SACKVILLE, LADY MARGARET
The Return
To--
SEYMOUR, WILLIAM KEAN
Fruitage
In the Wood
Siesta
To One who Eats Larks
If Beauty Came to You
SHIPP, HORACE
Prison
The Sixth Day
SITWELL, EDITH
Eventail
The Lady with the Sewing Machine
Portrait of a Barmaid
Solo for Ear-Trumpet
STUART, MURIEL
The Father
The Shore
Thelus Wood
The Thief of Beauty
TITTERTON, W. R.
The High Wall
The Broken Sword
Night-Shapes
The Silent People
VISIAK, E. H.
Lamps and Lanterns
Stranded
WAUGH, ALEC.
Rubble
WILLIAMS, CHARLES
Christmas
Briseis
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LAURENCE BINYON
A SONG
For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.
Nay, they wither, root and stem,
If an end be set to them.
Overbrim and overflow,
If your own heart you would know;
For the spirit born to bless
Lives but in its own excess.
COMMERCIAL
Gross, with protruding ears,
Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy and yet alert,
Red, full, and satisfied,
Cased in obtuseness confident not to be hurt,
He sits at a little table
In the crowded congenial glare and noise, jingling
Coin in his pocket; sips
His glass, with hard eye impudently singling
A woman here and there:--
Women and men, they are all priced in his thought,
All commodities staked
In the market, sooner or later sold and bought.
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