I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together,
Dangling this way and that, their links
Were made so loose and wide,
Methinks,
For milder weather.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together,
Dangling this way and that, their links
Were made so loose and wide,
Methinks,
For milder weather.
The Sleepy GiantMy age is three hundred and seventy-two,And I think, with the deepest regret,How I used to pick up…
 ImmigrantNovember ’63: eight months in London.I pause on the low bridge to watch the pelicans:they float swanlike, arching their white…
This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.