Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?
Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?
Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me,
Fly by my path till you have made me whole!
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Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Out over childhood's borders,
Manhood's brave banners unfurled,
Weighed down with precepts and orders
A boy has gone into the world.
Nobody thinks it pathetic-
For he is a strong-armed youth.