| I sometimes watch from a busy store
The people, as they pass, Diminish and expand before A wry faced window glass. They hasten on their sober ways, And none among them knows What acrobatic pranks and plays His image undergoes. And I am always saddened when This travesty I see; It brings a grievous fault of men So forcibly to me. For men discard the lens of love, And look through prejudice; They see the man they're thinking of Distorted much like this. And thus am I misunderstood, What wonder I am sad! The very acts I mean for good, They misconstrue as bad. But some there be who understand Rare prophets, vision eyed; With these I labor hand in hand, Or suffer side by side. __Harry Edward Mills. |
Select Sunflowers
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)
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