Poems about order
Hold No Higher Than The News Be
they emerge from his obscuring
but when the news be ripe
yet was not the foe of any
and hold no higher than the plain
their far parades order on the eye
the day must follow too,
Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish At The
an anguish at the mention
mirth is the mail of anguish
his individual one
their far parades order on the eye
the soul has special times
and carries one out of it to god
could mar it if it found
i'm that or nought
and after that there's heaven
Looks Long And Golden
had the triumph no conviction
but came another day
when one turned smiling to the land
and the little border dusker
on the other side
grant me that day the royalty
looks long and last and golden