Transcribe
Translate
A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 3, issue 4, Fall 1945
Page 12
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
What the the distant stars be homes for men Whose science reaches far beyond our ken? What the upon the atom small may dwell True entities who live by Nature's spell? These things are fine to know, and yet They never can, on earth, a race beget Who could possess the glory that God meant When He made man His living complement. What good is all our knowledge and our lore About the deeps of science, when before Our eyes lies clear the story of ill-health And misery, that fills the world by stealth Because we will not heed the things we've learned, And all of Life's great truths have idly spurned? The god-like man God meant this world to see! Forget your wars, think only of the good, And seek the goodly ways of Brotherhood! Another, and far from least, is the purely personalized verse that tells your readers, whom you hope are your friends through the things you have said to them in the past, of the little or the big events in your life; of the tings you do from day to day, presented in either a serious or a humorous manner. You tell them of your courtship and marriage, of deaths in the family, of old friends met again. Or, for instance, something like this little bit published many Springs ago: [title underlined and centered] AT LAST There's a twinge in every muscle, There's an ache in every bone; Gone is all my pep and hustle-- Rather would I sit and groan. I've been through an awful tussle, Quite the worst I've ever known -- BUT, I've got my garden spaded up at last! In the winter time 'twas jolly Fun to brag about the plan For THE garden that, by golly, Would be worthy any man. Now I'm paying for that folly -- Though I'm shirking when I can -- BUT, at least my garden's spaded up at last! Now the seeds I must be sowing, And there's shrubs to be set out; Soon I'll have to start the mowing Of my lawn, without a doubt. Still, I have one cause for crowing, So please pardon while I shout -- BOY, I've got my garden spaded up at last! Here, of course, the male reader at least, put's [sic] himself in the poet's place, for this is something he has felt and known, said in a different way that he would probably express it. Or still another type of personalized verse, in which the writer takes the reader into his confidence, and tells him what he is trying to do, what he hopes to accomplish, and what the reader is to
Saving...
prev
next
What the the distant stars be homes for men Whose science reaches far beyond our ken? What the upon the atom small may dwell True entities who live by Nature's spell? These things are fine to know, and yet They never can, on earth, a race beget Who could possess the glory that God meant When He made man His living complement. What good is all our knowledge and our lore About the deeps of science, when before Our eyes lies clear the story of ill-health And misery, that fills the world by stealth Because we will not heed the things we've learned, And all of Life's great truths have idly spurned? The god-like man God meant this world to see! Forget your wars, think only of the good, And seek the goodly ways of Brotherhood! Another, and far from least, is the purely personalized verse that tells your readers, whom you hope are your friends through the things you have said to them in the past, of the little or the big events in your life; of the tings you do from day to day, presented in either a serious or a humorous manner. You tell them of your courtship and marriage, of deaths in the family, of old friends met again. Or, for instance, something like this little bit published many Springs ago: [title underlined and centered] AT LAST There's a twinge in every muscle, There's an ache in every bone; Gone is all my pep and hustle-- Rather would I sit and groan. I've been through an awful tussle, Quite the worst I've ever known -- BUT, I've got my garden spaded up at last! In the winter time 'twas jolly Fun to brag about the plan For THE garden that, by golly, Would be worthy any man. Now I'm paying for that folly -- Though I'm shirking when I can -- BUT, at least my garden's spaded up at last! Now the seeds I must be sowing, And there's shrubs to be set out; Soon I'll have to start the mowing Of my lawn, without a doubt. Still, I have one cause for crowing, So please pardon while I shout -- BOY, I've got my garden spaded up at last! Here, of course, the male reader at least, put's [sic] himself in the poet's place, for this is something he has felt and known, said in a different way that he would probably express it. Or still another type of personalized verse, in which the writer takes the reader into his confidence, and tells him what he is trying to do, what he hopes to accomplish, and what the reader is to
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar
