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I learnt the language of the birds,
A new St. Francis I would be;
But, when I understood their words —
The birds were preaching unto me.

— Victor Daley

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Six days he does no work, and
The seventh takes for rest.

Life is a web with many broken ends:
Then why, O friend, be sad?
Good is not near so good as it pretends;
Bad is not half so bad.

Other Bards I envy not —
Room there is for all, God wot —
All I ask is room for me
On the top branch of the tree.

My Fairy Godmother (1902)

I do not care for men
To point with pride at me;
A model citizen
I do not wish to be.

O reader, deem me not a sham,
For I in purple earnest am!

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