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144 | Uncollected and Other Poems News of a man’s defencelessness—temptation— (Which all believe)— News of a woman’s sudden education In good and evil’s fine discrimination— As old as Eve! We want real news—not tales of dying, wooing, And such old lore— We want to hear of big events now brewing, We want to know the things the world is doing. Not done before. The world would be pleased with less of daring, If it could choose; With less of private life hung out for airing— Mere nursery tales in which we all are sharing— And more real news. News! World-old tales of man’s first freaks and poses, Primal mistakes. They cannot see the news before their noses— Only these fresh, the crowded sheet discloses— Some brand-new fakes! (Impress, 20 October 1894, 5) The Duty Farthest Finding myself unfit to serve my own, I left them, sadly, and went forth alone Unto the world where all things wait to do— The harvest ripe—the laborers but few. I studied long to find the wisest way, Proved every step, worked on day after day In those great common tasks that need us all But where one’s own part is so brief and small That no one counts the labor one has spent Yet I could see good grow and was content. Ah me! I sighed, for home served lovingly. And lo! the whole round world was home to me. (Impress, 17 November 1894, 5) Tassels Don’t you remember the tassels that hung By grandma’s window pane When the curtains, as old as you were young, Worked with a cord by the casing strung, And fuzzy tassels twain. ...

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