By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 06, 2019 Old Volumes By Carlton Culmsee Weary of the winter, let us go to the fieldsRejoicing in the power that the high sun wields.On the lifeless furrows he bends his ken,And multitudes of fruitful lives are born again. But let us not envy him the might of his eyeWe who can gaze at ink long dry,Printed by presses that are long since rust,And awake strong souls from the powerless dust. In the barren, silent...
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