Maxioms by M'donald Clarke ("the Mad Poet")
From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.
From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.
Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far
Was pinned with a single star.
Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far
Was pinned with a single star.
The sun had sunk and the summer skies
Were dotted with specks of light
That melted soon read more
The sun had sunk and the summer skies
Were dotted with specks of light
That melted soon in the deep moon-rise
That flowed over Groton Height.
Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell,
How it burns read more
Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell,
How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years
The horrible Light-House of Hell!
While twilight's curtain gathering far,
Is pinned with a single diamond star.
While twilight's curtain gathering far,
Is pinned with a single diamond star.
