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large/12918/blood_road_1901/bloodroad_bates_sh_64kb
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" O Gaffer Time, is it blood road still? Is the noontide dark as the stormy morn? Is man s will yet as a wild beast s will? O GAFFER TIME IS IT BLOOD ROAD STILL IS THE NOONTIDE DARK AS THE STORMY MORN IS MAN'S WILL YET AS A WILD BEAST'S WILL
n the darkness flashed, Rest. [30] All as before, save for still forms spread Under the boulders dripping red. Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of the slain. II. IN THE PHILIPPINES SILVERY rice- fields whisper wide How for home and freedom their owners died. We ve set the torch to their bamboo town, And out they come in a scampering rush, Little brown men with spears. Shoot ! Down they go in a crush, Sickening smears, Hideous writhing huddles and heaps Under the palms and the mango-trees. More, still more ! Shoot em down Like brown jack-rabbits that scoot With comical leaps Out of the brush. No loot? No prisoners, then. As for these Hush! The flag that dreamed of delivering Shudders and droops like a broken wing. Silvery rice-fields whisper wide How for home and freedom their owners died. [31] BLOOD ROAD THE Old Year groaned as he trudged away, His guilty shadow black on the snow, And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey At the road Time bade him go.  BLOODROAD BY CATHARINELY BATES READ FOR LIEBERCKS THAT ORG BY SWEET HOME THE OLD YEAR GROANED AS HE TRUDGED AWAY HIS GUILTY SHADOW BLACK ON THE SNOW AND THE HEART OF THE GLAD NEW YEAR TURNED GREY AT THE ROAD TIME BADE HIM GO
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