“Oh Lord, how greatly they are blest Who put their trust in Thee! Thou givest unto them the best Of mercies full and free.
Hear the train, the whistle blows, I hate the sound, leave me alone. Sadness, melancholy, a pain, deep inside. Please go away, and let me
“Lord, help thine own, we humbly cry, For evil doth abound, And sin and vanity and pride On every side are found. Look down
A poem by Walt Whitman brings to our attention the oppression, ill-treatment, and cruelties that people inflict on each other. The narrator acknowledges the sufferings
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Sonnet LXXIII That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the