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The Wood Cutter _The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The moon, a silver wafer, clings. What shall we find when death gives leave To read  our sentence or reprieve? BY HAIDEY PRICE THE SKY IS LIKE AN ENVELOPE ONE OF THOSE BLUE OFFICIAL THINGS AND SEALING IT TO MOCK OUR HOPE THE MOON A SILVER WAFER CLINGS WHAT SHALL WE FIND WHEN DEATH GIVES LEAVE TO READ OUR SENTENCE OR REPRIEVE
the line; Voices of ghosts afar, Not in this world of mine; Lives in whose loom I grope; Words in whose weft I hear Eager the thrill of hope, Awful the chill of fear. I'm thinking out aloud; I reckon that is bad; (The snow is like a shroud)-- Maybe I'm going mad. Say! wouldn't that be tough? This awful hush that hugs And chokes one is enough To make a man go "bugs". There's not a thing to do; I cannot sleep at night; No wonder I'm so blue; Oh, for a friendly fight! The din and rush of strife; A music-hall aglow; A crowd, a city, life-- Dear God, I miss it so! Here, you have moped enough! Brace up and play the game! But say, it's awful tough-- Day after day the same (I've said that twice, I bet). Well, there's not much to say. I wish I had a pet, Or something I could play. Cheer up! don't get so glum And sick of everything; The worst is yet to come; God help you till the Spring. God shield you from the Fear; Teach you to laugh, not moan. Ha! ha! it sounds so queer-- Alone, alone, alone!  THE WOODCUTTER BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOXDAD ORG
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