Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — On a Street
(1920)
“ The skirts of a stupendous grief Are trailing ever at my side. I will not say who suffered there, 'Tis best the name aloof to keep, Because the world is very fair— Its light should sing the dark to sleep. ”
Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — On a Street
(1920)
“ The hell the Christian fears to name, Was heaven to his fierce remorse. Just think of him—beneath the ban, And steeped in sorrow to the neck, Without a friend—a feeble man, In failing health—a human wreck. ”
Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — On a Street
(1920)
“ I dread that street—its haggard face I have not seen for eight long years; A mother's curse is on the place, (There's blood, my reader, in her tears) . No child of man shall ever track, Through filthy dust, the singer's feet— A fierce old memory drags me back ”
