Mother Earth/07/01

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By Bayard Boyesen.

I will arise and answer

And swear to any sin, Save that of the market dancer

That wears the painted grin.

And I will hold my measure

Beside the greatest man, Though I trill the rounds of pleasure

With every harridan.

Though the flesh be weak or tainted,

The soul is still aglow, For never the lie that's painted

Outshone the truths I know.

So when the years are breaking The boundaries of my den

And a tyrant hope's forsaking The candied darks of men,

I will arise and answer And thank what gods there be, Who paid the market dancer But left the truth to me.