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Goblins Of The Steppes

Stormy clouds delirious straying,
Showers of whirling snowflakes white,
And the pallid moonbeams waning--
Sad the heavens, sad the night!
Further speeds the sledge, and further,
Loud the sleighbell's melody,
Grewsome, frightful 'tis becoming,
'Mid these snow fields now to be!

Hasten! 'That is useless, Master,
Heavier for my team their load,
And my eyes with snow o'er plastered
Can no longer see the road!
Lost all trace of our direction,
Sir, what now? The goblins draw
Us already round in circles,
Pull the sledge with evil claw!

See! One hops with frantic gesture,
In my face to grin and hiss,

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poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Gavotte

(Old French)

Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb;
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.

Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order swaying,
Glimmering gems on shoulders slim:

Courage advancing strong and tender,
Grace untender
Fanning desire;
Suppliant conquest, proud surrender,
Courtesy cold of hearts on fire---

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poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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May Day

Will you go a-maying, a-maying, a-maying,
Come and be my Queen of May and pluck the may with me?
The fields are full of daisy buds and new lambs playing,
The bird is on the nest, dear, the blossom's on the tree.'

'If I go with you, if I go a-maying,
To be your Queen and wear my crown this May-day bright,
Hand in hand straying, it must be only playing,
And playtime ends at sunset, and then good-night.

'For I have heard of maidens who laughed and went a-maying,
Went out queens and lost their crowns and came back slaves.
I will be no young man's slave, submitting and obeying,
Bearing chains as those did, even to their graves.'

'If you come a-maying, a-straying, a-playing,
We will pluck the little flowers, enough for you and me;
And when the day dies, end our one day's playing,
Give a kiss and take a kiss and go home free.'

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Are We In The Apostasy?

Community service is fine and well, but, what about Heaven and Hell?
And God’s message we’re to proclaim, serving in our Savior’s Name?
What happened to the Church of God, sent out by Christ on this sod?
Are we living in that Apostasy, which Paul warned would come to be?

We seem to be walking broader ways, as we live in these darker days;
Have we forgotten our true mission, to carry out Christ’s Commission?
Worldly ways we seem to embrace, as we finish out the Age of Grace;
Have we left God’s narrow path, only to invite God’s Righteous Wrath?

Is the Church straying like Israel, seeking not God’s, but, our own will?
And is there only a small remnant, of that Church that Christ had sent?
With a majority straying from Him, being seduced by this world of sin,
Following the many ways of men, that Christ shall ultimately condemn.

Have many today truly fallen away, seduced into Satan’s spiritual fray?
Simply the blind leading the blind, leaving God’s Spiritual Truth behind.
We were warned by Apostle Paul, in these latter days, many would fall,
From God’s true Church of Christ, to follow others into an apostate life.

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poem by Bob Gotti
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A To Z Of All I Hate

Artists indiscriminate,
Billionaire bulls bears berate,
Careless kids insatiate,
Domination by dread State,
Effete fools effeminate
Frogs, slimy snails fat Frenchman ate,
Growing old, ungrateful state -
Hypocrites who soon deflate,
Intellectuals irate,
Jobbing backwards when too late,
Kits and cattens mewling mate,
Litigation, legislate.
Matrimonial stale_mate,
Neglecting rendez-vous, birthdate,
Overacting, things ornate,
Pastry spilt from pattern plate.
Queues, where late folks always wait,
Refusing poor, unfortunate,
Straying outside narrow, straight,
Trust betrayed. Unfortunate

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Black Sheep

'Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?'
'Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags full.'

'I don't want any New Thought,' said he,
'Or any Theosophy, for, you see,
The faith I learned at my mother's knee
Is good enough for me.
Of course, I'm a wee bit broader than she,
Hearing one sermon where she heard three,
And I read my paper on Sunday, instead
Of the Bible only. My mother said
I was a black sheep, when she saw
I strayed a trifle away from the law,
And didn't think everyone left in the lurch
Who happened to go to a different church;
But, still, in the main, her creed is mine,
And I don't want anything more divine.'
Yet his mother's mother was more austere;
She taught her children a creed of fear,
And she called them 'black sheep' when, with a shock,

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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I.S.T.F. Roadmap

I.S.T.F. ROADMAP
ISTF has [s]talked since first with Vint
S ome sought to scan tomorrow's open source.
T is time we walked unaided on our course
F uture trends anticipating, mint
I deals which stand the test of time, gold glint.
S trength shines out through consensus not through force,
T hrough understanding issues! Reinforce
F irst principles, the mission we imprint
I n trust stands out to network. Take the hint
S hare knowledge, raise awareness, and endorse
T he right to freedom which to all, perforce,
F ine rings though few do practice, many stint.
IS Task Force steady, which won't self defeat?
IS Task Force ready, challenges to meet?

5 November 2001 I S T F
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Jolly Dead March

If I ever be worthy or famous—
Which I’m sadly beginning to doubt—
When the angel whose place ’tis to name us
Shall say to my spirit, ‘Pass out!’
I wish for no sniv’lling about me
(My work was the work of the land),
But I hope that my country will shout me
The price of a decent brass band.
Thump! thump! of the drum and ‘Ta-ra-rit,’
Thump! thump! and the music—it’s grand,
If only in dreams, or in spirit,
To ride or march after the band!
And myself and my mourners go straying,
And strolling and drifting along
With a band in the front of us playing
The tune of an old battle song!

I ask for no ‘turn-out’ to bear me;
I ask not for railings or slabs,
And spare me! my country—oh, spare me!

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poem by Henry Lawson
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Straying shepherd, straying sheep.

German proverbs
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The Cremona Violin

Part First

Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
The distant town was black, and sharp defined
Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers,
Superimposed and flat like cardboard flowers.

A pasted city on a purple ground,
Picked out with luminous paint, it seemed. The cloud
Split on an edge of lightning, and a sound
Of rivers full and rushing boomed through bowed,
Tossed, hissing branches. Thunder rumbled loud
Beyond the town fast swallowing into gloom.
Frau Altgelt closed the windows of each room.

She bustled round to shake by constant moving
The strange, weird atmosphere. She stirred the fire,

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poem by Amy Lowell
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