 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
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AFTER HEINE.
Friend, conciliate the Devil,
Brief is here the course we run,
And the Hell that we are promised,
Is no fable pulpit-spun.
Brief is here the course we run,
And the Hell that we are promised,
Is no fable pulpit-spun.
Friend, discharge the debt thou owest;
'Tis a weary course we run,
And you'll often have to borrow,
As so often you have done.
'Tis a weary course we run,
And you'll often have to borrow,
As so often you have done.
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |