I Know a Few Things

I know a few things
-- yes I do --
yes I do for sure

Like a hamster
tucked in all day
wakes at dusk.

There are things to abhor
-- sure there are --
things you like more, trust...

I found old barn wood
is plenty dry --
very dry for sure,

just fine for
building your
own furniture:

Like a table fine
for breakin' your bread ...
with cane-backed chairs

Or, a guitar painted red,
to make your songs live,
like songs of heaven's stairs.

Or, a sturdy mantle
of dry barn wood
to hold pictures

Messages of a long life
-- your long life --
I know this for sure.

Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Turn back, O Man

by Clifford Bax -- 13 July 1886 – 18 November 1962

Turn back, O man, forswear they foolish ways.
Old now is earth, and none may count her days;
Yet thou, her child, whose head is crowned with flame,
Still wilt not hear thine inner God proclaim:
"Turn back, O man, forswear thy foolish ways!"

Earth might be fair and all men glad and wise.
Age after age their tragic empires rise,
Built while they dream, and in that dreaming weep;
Would man but wake from out his haunted sleep,
Earth might be fair, and all men glad and wise.

Earth shall be fair, and all her people one:
Nor till that hour shall God’s whole will be done.
Now, even now, once more from earth to sky,
Peals forth in joy man’s old undaunted cry—
“Earth shall be fair, and all her folk be one!”


Words: Cliff­ord Bax, 1916. Bax wrote these words at the re­quest of Gus­tav Holst; they ap­peared in the League of Arts Mo­ther­land Song Book, 1919.

Music: Old 124th, Ge­ne­van Psalter, 1551