So Here Then is a Little Journey to the Home of Joaquin Miller
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He got some gold, dug from the mud. Some silver, crushed from stones. The gold was red wath dead men's blood. The silver black with groans ; And when he died he moaned aloud, " There '11 be no pocket in my shroud." TO THE JERSEY LILY If all God's world a garden were. And women were but flowers. If men were bees that busied there. Through endless summer hours, O I would hum God's garden through For honey till I came to you. 62 TO THE CZAR JOAQUIN Down from her high estate she stept, MILLER A mai...den, gently bom, And by the icy Volga kept Sad watch cmd waited mom ; And peasants say that where she slept The new moon dipt her hom. Yet on and on, through shoreless snows. Far tow'rd the bleak north pole. The foulest wrong the good God knows Rolled as dark rivers roll ; While never once for all their woes Upspake your ruthless soul. She toiled, she taught the peasant, taught The dark-eyed Tartar. He, Illumined with her lofty thought. Rose up and sought to be,' What God at the creation wrought, A man !
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