1933
People :
Author : Joseph Labadie
Text :
Freedom.
I long for freedom everywhere, I dream of freedom every day, I talk for freedom here and there. And freedom’s aye my muse’s lay.
Who Truly Live.
Nor lands, nor flocks, nor gold A noble soul bewitch,
And only those who hold
The graces sweet are rich.
Who work and love and give
Of their abundant store Are they who truly live
And get returned much more.
If You Love Me.
O if you love me tell me so And ease my heart of weighty woe And with assurance make it glow.
O if you love me tell me, sweet, A love that’s dumb is incomplete And fullest joys thus meet defeat.
O if you love me make me feel That you are helpful, fond and leal, And that I’m needful to your weal.
If you have flowers for me, dear, Wait not to place them on my bier, . But let their fragrance sooth me here,
O if you love me tell me so In velvet words with accents low And do the things that make me know.
New Year.
We slip through time as a ship full sailed
Glides through an oily sea Full tilt for the grave, the port unknown Unknown the consignee.
Each year goes by as but a day,
We in the dark pursue A hope that makes for Happiness
What I today wish you.
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Chronology :
November 30, 1932 : Holiday Sentiments -- Publication.
April 22, 2020 : Holiday Sentiments -- Added.
January 04, 2022 : Holiday Sentiments -- Updated.
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