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Black Flames, whole no. 1, January 1946
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GREY DAY Once upon a grey day dreary Sat a traveler, tired and weary, Weary of the way of living, Tired of taking, tired of giving Long sat he, the man alone. Thought he of a day of dawning Of the Fate of man, the morning Of the things he now could wonder, Of the world near rent asunder, Wept he then, the man alone. Was man meant to be a slayer, Or was he meant for something gayer, Was his life to be just sorrow, Never knowing bright tomorrow Dreamt he then, the man alone. Did mankind in first beginning Have no thought save that of winning War, and wine, or fields or shelter Running wildly, helter-skelter Thought he thus, the man alone. Or was Man meant to be happy, Menat to laugh in joy and gaiety, Meant to leap in fields and meadows From the dawn to evening shadows, Hoped he this, the man alone. Then from out the grey skies sorrows, Came a rift of the Tomorrows Saw he then of man's great doing Saw a world of joy re-newing Saw he this the man alone. Man--no more of War be knowing Always forward ever going, Toward a world of understanding Progress! Giant space ships landing, Saw he this, the man alone. And a smile his features covered, As the sun broke through and hovered, O're the traveler tired and weary, No more was the grey day dreary, DIED HE THUS, THE MAN ALONE. Doris A. Currier 4
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GREY DAY Once upon a grey day dreary Sat a traveler, tired and weary, Weary of the way of living, Tired of taking, tired of giving Long sat he, the man alone. Thought he of a day of dawning Of the Fate of man, the morning Of the things he now could wonder, Of the world near rent asunder, Wept he then, the man alone. Was man meant to be a slayer, Or was he meant for something gayer, Was his life to be just sorrow, Never knowing bright tomorrow Dreamt he then, the man alone. Did mankind in first beginning Have no thought save that of winning War, and wine, or fields or shelter Running wildly, helter-skelter Thought he thus, the man alone. Or was Man meant to be happy, Menat to laugh in joy and gaiety, Meant to leap in fields and meadows From the dawn to evening shadows, Hoped he this, the man alone. Then from out the grey skies sorrows, Came a rift of the Tomorrows Saw he then of man's great doing Saw a world of joy re-newing Saw he this the man alone. Man--no more of War be knowing Always forward ever going, Toward a world of understanding Progress! Giant space ships landing, Saw he this, the man alone. And a smile his features covered, As the sun broke through and hovered, O're the traveler tired and weary, No more was the grey day dreary, DIED HE THUS, THE MAN ALONE. Doris A. Currier 4
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