Some day this old Broadway shall climb to the skies,
As a ribbon of cloud on a soul-wind shall rise.
And we shall be lifted, rejoicing by night,
Till we join with the planets who choir their delight.
The signs in the street and the signs in the skies
Shall make a new Zodiac, guiding the wise,
And Broadway make one with that marvellous stair
That is climbed by the rainbow-clad spirits of prayer.
In Memory of a Child
The angels guide him now,
And watch his curly head,
And lead him in their games,
The little boy we led.
He cannot come to harm,
He knows more than we know,
His light is brighter far
Than daytime here below.
His path leads on and on,
Through pleasant lawns and flowers,
His brown eyes open wide
At grass more green than ours.
With playmates like himself,
The shining boy will sing,
Exploring wondrous woods,
Sweet with eternal spring.
Galahad, Knight Who Perished
A Poem Dedicated to All Crusaders against the International and Interstate
Traffic in Young Girls
Galahad . . . soldier that perished . . . ages ago,
Our hearts are breaking with shame, our tears overflow.
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