A Modern Outcry
O TO forget the cards, the forms,
To sit on a green hill, far away Without the city wall, And loiter with love and thought all day Until the evening fall.
Welcome then, pestilence, fire, and storms, The savage accident, The terror of darkness, hunger and want, The cold, and comfort scant, And all that with these went ; Rapture, and freedom to depart From solitude to solitude With one companion, or none, Only by dangerous whim pursued And self-engendered fun.
That would be grave, religious living, With mind a naked lust
Begetting wonder on the soul—
As life's prime element must That goes undocketed, untaught By social need to be self-giving- And wandering unrestrained and whole, No matter though the way be hard And with vast personal danger fraught Without the State's Insurance Card.
RICHARD Cnuaca.
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