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I will keep his image ever, Said the faithful-hearted lune, And the white stars said "forever", O broken-hearted Moon!
And she still is weeping, weeping, But her tears are so pearly bright That mortals, awake or sleeping, Mistake them for beams of light. PORTLAND,OREGON.
Have Mercy
From the New Northwest
By Minnie M. Miller
Since one had been unkind to me, I cannot bear that others are kind! Hush all the sweet voices of sympathy! Let me walk in my loneliness groping blind!
Since one has been untrue to me, Let others all be false;—and then I can hold the world a faithless world, And not my darling the worst of men!
My spirit is strong in slight and scorn; Help me not down through the intricate street; Since one has chosen to scatter the thorns, Let them press into my sensitive feet.
Men, who are pitiful oaks of the world, Lend not your vigor to weakness of mine; Since one has bidden me stand alone, I am no longer a clinging vine.
Women, with tears and with tender pride, Bravely cheering and counseling wise, Know ye not if ye did but chide That I would laugh with my scornful eyes?
