“THEY SAY.”
"They fifty M In a common liar, Ami she goeth up and down, A.id her tongue is a tongue of fire In the homes of all the town. A ike in hovel and pol Ace And on the broad highway. To our lips a poisoned chalice She lifts by night and day. What falsehood coins she utters f Her breast 'tis slander's seat, Aud gossip’s lilLily gutters Are tracked by her vagrant feet. Over lives as pure and blameless And white as the winter snows, Suspicions unnamed and nameless Her passing shadow throws. Lo ! where is a feeble brother Borne down in the deadly strifo That we wage with one another, With a stab she seeks his life. And where one sits lone and lonely. As the widowed years go by, She cometh, but cometh only To beguile and then belie. The fame that virtue prizes, The wreath that honour wears, She soils with her black surmises, With her tainted fingers tears. Then curse me the cruel liar Who goeth her evil way ; And curse me the tongue of fire That blasts with a breath—“ They Say." R. S. Spofford.
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Northland Age, Volume 2, Issue 50, 17 July 1906, Page 8
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192“THEY SAY.” Northland Age, Volume 2, Issue 50, 17 July 1906, Page 8
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