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SadKatherine Hale

Spanish Pilots

These were the ragged peon crews, Half-bloods of Aztec women, Of Spaniards and adventurers Who were not seeking heaven! But out on the broad seas driven, And from the Horn to Sitka, They searched for deep-sea findings The whole unknown way, With "small ringing of bells And no trumpet blare, Empty stomachs, and empty guns, But plenty of prayer." And if they failed of the findings, Nothing behind but the branding irons, Or slavery in the mines. Yet they sang
SadKatherine Hale

Christmas Eve

My house is arrayed In its garlands of Christmas delight; A red rose is this house In its holly and soft candle light. But my heart is as cold As the heart of a colourless rose, And I feel the dead weight Of your holiday blanket of snows.

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