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Why The Stars Laugh Post by :brevi Category :Poems Author :Edward Doyle Date :July 2011 Read :1363

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Why The Stars Laugh

Hark! 'tis the laughter of the stars at Earth,
And Nature's, too, with every pitch of voice.
Earth's carnival of sheer grotesque and noise,
Where, gagged and manacled, walk Peace and Mirth,
Shows Britain now, a beast of broadening girth,
Set out to crush World Freedom. He destroys,
And thinks his bear-like rearing, planet poise
That is to influence the world's new birth.

The stars are kind, as all the ages know;
The sense of humor twinkles in their eyes,
At Earth's strange follies; but this beast would try
To thrust aside the planets, and make woe,
The fortune of World Freedom! That is why
The stars laugh, and all nature jeers the show.

(The end)
Edward Doyle's poem: Why The Stars Laugh

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Lord, not Thy work, the World's calamities, But Man's. If Human Will revolt from Thine, It flees Thy region the stars all shine With longing to let down the Azure's Peace-- To dash its hosts from summits into seas, Where Empires are the breakers. There the brine Is anguish, and there Triumph leaves no sign, Save wreck on rock, and Plague, adrift on breeze. When Nations turn from Light, in thought, or life,

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