The love of our neighbour is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescence out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe.
Between the lines it must have hurtTo see the neighborhood go down,Your neighbor in his undershirtAt dusk come out to mow his lawn.donald justice
For time would, with us, 'stead of sand, Put filings of steel in his glass, To dry up the blots of his hand, And spangle life's page as they pass. Since all flesh is grass ere 'tis hay, O may I in clover lie snug, And when old Time mow me away, Be stacked with defunct Lady Mugg!
Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears:;! The red-cross squadrons madly rage, And mow thro' infancy and age...samuel rogers
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