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General William Booth
THE LIGHT O' THE MOON
[How different people and different animals
look upon the moon: showing that
each creature finds in it his own
mood and disposition]
The Old Horse in the City
THE moon's a peck of corn. It lies
Heaped up for me to eat.
I wish that I might climb the path
And taste that supper sweet.
Men feed me straw and scanty grain
And beat me till I'm sore.
Some day I'll break the halter-rope
And smash the stable-door,
Run down the street and mount the hill
Just as the corn appears.
I've seen it rise at certain times
For years and years and years.
