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# Spevack v. Strauss (355 U.S. 601)

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United States Supreme Court
355 U.S. 601
Spevack v. Strauss
Messrs. Carleton U. Edwards, II, Joseph Y. Houghton and Bernard Margolius, for petitioner.
Solicitor General Rankin, Assistant Attorney General Doub, Messrs. E. Riley Casey and Roland A. Anderson, for respondents.
Messrs. Elisha Hanson, Arthur B. Hanson and Calvin H. Cobb, Jr., for American Chemical Society, as amicus curiae.
Mr. Carlton S. Dargusch, for Engineers Joint Council, as amicus curiae.
On petition for writ of certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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# Spevack v. Strauss

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# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Across the Deep

ACROSS THE DEEP.
My life is like a little island strand Surrounded by relentless tides that sweep Continually from the unknown deep That stretches far and wide on every hand; And day by day I watch the glistening sand Slip down into the reaching waves that keep Their hollow moaning as they nearer creep To swallow up the foothold where I stand.
And yet I seem, between the wash and swell Of those dark tides that mark my life's decline, To catch the sound as of a distant bell, And see the gleam of lights that steadfast shine Upon a rock-ribbed shore impregnable, Where lodge, secure and fearless, souls like mine.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/A Prayer

A PRAYER.
Lord, if thy world of beauty fails to rouse My apathetic soul to faith in thee, And I in swelling bud and blossom see No sign of all their loveliness avows; If, set upon Life's consecrated brows, Thy seal remains invisible to me, And I, unmindful of the inner plea, No other interest than self espouse,
Then stab my soul awake with conscious sin; Pierce through my cold complacence, and reveal The death to which indifference is akin, Till, overwhelmed by shame and guilt, I feel The smooth, self-righteous Pharisee within Give place and, humbled, at thy threshold kneel.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/A Thousand Joys Remain

A THOUSAND JOYS REMAIN.
Life has a thousand raptures still To crowd the common ways, For Beauty walks with him who will, Close comrade of his days.
Each season with its coming brings A store of fresh delight, For joy is at the heart of things For him who sees aright.
O eloquent the light that thrills Along the morning sky! O lovely are the dreaming hills When silent night draws nigh!
The rhythmic sun and stars reveal Our habitation wide, Cradled in mystery, still we feel Secure and satisfied;
And we may kindle when we will The light in children's eyes, And learn by loving to fulfil Our joy in sacrifice.
O, he who keeps an open mind Wins strength to master pain; Whatever be denied, he'll find A thousand joys remain!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Alien

ALIEN.
I dwelt among you, but ye laid No hand in mine, I sought your kindness, but ye made No answering sign.
I called ye, but ye hurried by, On pleasure bent, The smiling lip, the kindling eye For others meant.
My rose I plucked with trembling hand And brought to you, But at your feet it withered, and Ye never knew.
I hungered, thirsted, at your side, Ye gave no heed; With plenty ye were satisfied. Nor felt my need.
I have not gone uncomforted, Though lonely oft; The dewy grass has been my bed, The starlight soft
Above, around my way was shed, And I have been By cooling stream and fountain led In pastures green.
And peace through doubting days and nights I have attained— But O if ye had known, what heights I might have gained!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Among the Mountains

AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.
As far as sight could reach the wild peaks rose, Tier after tier against the limpid blue, Titanic forms that stormed the heavens anew At every turn, crowned with imperial snows; And then, as day sank softly to its close, Diaphanous, ethereal they grew, Mere wraiths of rainbow-mist that from our view, Dream-laden, lapsed to darkness and repose.
And suddenly I found my vision blurred, And knew that deeper chord was touched again Which once in Hungary, when I had heard A passionately wild, appealing strain Of gypsy music, left me strangely stirred With incommunicable joy and pain.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/As Day Begins to Wane

AS DAY BEGINS TO WANE.
Encompassed by a thousand nameless fears, I see life's little day begin to wane, And hear the well-loved voices call in vain Across the narrowing margin of my years; And as the Valley of the Shadow nears, Such yearning tides of tenderness and pain Sweep over me that I can scarce restrain The gathering flood of ineffectual tears.
Yet there are moments when the shadows bring No sense of parting or approaching night, But, rather, all my soul seems broadening Before the dawn of unimagined light— As if within the heart a folded wing Were making ready for a wider flight.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Absence

ABSENCE.
When thou art absent, and the grieving day Has lost its wonted radiance, I take For solace all thy looks and ways and make Them rainbow messengers from thee to stay The lonely, lingering hours; and as I lay My gloom amidst thy sunshine there awake Sweet memories and hopes that often break To little songs that bear me company.
And then upon me there will sometimes steal Those incommunicable thoughts that start The rivers of the heart until I feel The sudden tremulous rush of all thou art, And in the fullness of it once more kneel In reverence at the threshold of thy heart!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Achievement

ACHIEVEMENT.
A sudden turn—at last was scaled The summit of his aim, The cheer went up, his name was hailed With generous acclaim.
But he for whom they raised the shout And wreathed the shining bay Strove in his soul with new-born doubt, And silent turned away.
Before his vision there arose, Like spectres of the night, The nameless company of those Who perished in the fight;
The host baptized in blood and tears, Outstripped upon the way, To whom the gray monotonous years Bring no redeeming day;
The hapless, toiling, tired throng Who sow but never reap, And through their weary lives one long Unceasing vigil keep.
And as he gazed there rose and burned An anguish in his soul, His earlier dreams forgot, he turned Back from the hard-won goal;
Back to the crowded ways to bear The common lot again, To mingle tears with tears, and share Life's heritage of pain.
There, though he bears no meed of praise, Yet, rounded with content, He knows a joy that far outweighs The world's aggrandisement.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Among the Pines

AMONG THE PINES.
Like Druid priests, dark-vestured, slim, Burdened with mysteries, They wake throughout their green aisles dim Weird melodies.
Rhythmic within their swaying limbs The prisoned music swells, Far cadence of cathedral hymns And calling bells.
The infinite loneliness of night, Bereft of joy or pain, And passion of long-lost delight Ebb in the strain.
The wash of low, monotonous waves On shores unvisited, The grasses whispering on graves Where hearts have bled,
The travail of a world that lies Below our mortal sense Within their plaintive wandering sighs Finds utterance.
The dreaming and unconscious things Imprisoned in the clod Voice through them when the night-wind sings Their thought of God.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Analogy

ANALOGY.
I.
While yet 'twas dark mine eyes were formed to see; In silence ears were shapen unto me.
Ere I traversed the subtle ways of thought Within the sealèd crypt a brain was wrought.
And delicately fashioned was the hand, Though all unknown the task it should command.
Yet these are but the parts; what of the whole— The man compact, complete, a living soul?
Shall that which grew within him year by year— Knowledge and judgment, mastery of fear,
The dawning dream of kindlier brotherhood, And that dim hope, so little understood,
Which seems to beckon to some higher end Than yet he has the power to comprehend—
Shall these prove fallow, and the finished man Be unrelated to the final plan?
II.
Can man know longing for a thing That is not—hath not been? Dare we distrust desires that spring Spontaneous within?
Tongue argueth speech; and power, deed— Each is by each implied; Can there be universal need Unmet, unsatisfied?
The heart attuned to love doth find Love waiting at the door, He who to knowledge turns his mind Finds knowledge there before,
And shall the deepest want we know, The spirit's anguished cry For kinship through the darkness, go Unanswered from on high?
# Steel v. St. Louis Smelting and Refining

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United States Supreme Court
106 U.S. 447
Steel v. St. Louis Smelting and Refining
T. A. Green, for plaintiffs in error.
A. T. Britton, J. H. McGowan, and Walter H. Smith, for defendant in error.
FIELD, J.

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# Steele v. Bulova Watch Company

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## Dissenting Opinion

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United States Supreme Court
344 U.S. 280
Steele v. Bulova Watch Company
Argued: Nov. 10, 1952. --- Decided: Dec 22, 1952
Mr. Wilbur L. Matthews, San Antonio, Tex., for petitioners.
Marx Leva, Washington, D.C. (Alexander B. Hawes, A. Lloyd Symington, Washington, D.C., Sanford H. Cohen, George Cohen, New York City, Isidor Ostroff, Washington, D.C., and Maury Maverick, San Antonio, Tex., on the brief), for respondent.
Mr. Justice CLARK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/I know not how it is with you

X
I know not how it is with you— I love the first and last, The whole field of the present view, The whole flow of the past.
One tittle of the things that are, Nor you should change nor I— One pebble in our path—one star In all our heaven of sky.
Our lives, and every day and hour, One symphony appear: One road, one garden—every flower And every bramble dear.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/I have trod the upward and the downward slope

XXII
I have trod the upward and the downward slope; I have endured and done in days before; I have longed for all, and bid farewell to hope; And I have lived and loved, and closed the door.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

XI
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/If this were Faith

XXV
IF THIS WERE FAITH
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask nor hope nor hire, Nut in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the dusk, Nor life beyond death: God, if this were faith?
Having felt thy wind in my face Spit sorrow and disgrace. Having seen thine evil doom In Golgotha and Khartoum, ​And the brutes, the work of thine hands, Fill with injustice lands And stain with blood the sea: If still in my veins the glee Of the black night and the sun And the lost battle, run: If, an adept, The iniquitous lists I still accept With joy, and joy to endure and be withstood, And still to battle and perish for a dream of good: God, if that were enough?
If to feel, in the ink of the slough, And the sink of the mire, Veins of glory and fire Run through and transpierce and transpire, And a secret purpose of glory in every part, And the answering glory of battle fill my heart; To thrill with the joy of girded men ​To go on for ever and fail and go on again, And be mauled to the earth and arise, And contend for the shade of a word and a thing not seen with the eyes: With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night That somehow the right is the right And the smooth shall bloom from the rough: Lord, if that were enough?
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand

IV
In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand As heretofore: The unremembered tokens in your hand Avail no more.
No more the morning glow, no more the grace, Enshrines, endears. Cold beats the light of time upon your face And shows your tears.
He came and went. Perchance you wept a while And then forgot. Ah me! but he that left you with a smile Forgets you not.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/Farewell, fair day and fading light!

XXIV
Farewell, fair day and fading light! The clay-born here, with westward sight, Marks the huge sun now downward soar. Farewell. We twain shall meet no more.
Farewell. I watch with bursting sigh My late contemned occasion die. I linger useless in my tent: Farewell, fair day, so foully spent!
Farewell, fair day. If any God At all consider this poor clod, He who the fair occasion sent Prepared and placed the impediment.
​Let him diviner vengeance take— Give me to sleep, give me to wake Girded and shod, and bid me play The hero in the coming day!
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?

XVI
(To the tune of Wandering Willie)
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? Hunger my driver, I go where I must. Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather; Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust. Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree. The true word of welcome was spoken in the door— Dear days of old, with the faces in the firelight, Kind folks of old, you come again no more.
Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces, Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child. Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland; Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild. ​Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl, Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers; Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley, Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours; Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood— Fair shine the day on the house with open door; Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney— But I go for ever and come again no more.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/In the highlands, in the country places

XV
In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes; Where essential silence cheers and blesses, And for ever in the hill-recesses Her more lovely music Broods and dies.
O to mount again where erst I haunted; Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, And the low green meadows Bright with sward; ​And when even dies, the million-tinted, And the night has come, and planets glinted, Lo, the valley hollow Lamp-bestarred!
O to dream, O to awake and wander There, and with delight to take and render, Through the trance of silence, Quiet breath; Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses, Only the mightier movement sounds and passes; Only winds and rivers, Life and death.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/He hears with gladdened heart the thunder

XXIII
He hears with gladdened heart the thunder Peal, and loves the falling dew; He knows the earth above and under— Sits and is content to view.
He sits beside the dying ember, God for hope and man for friend, Content to see, glad to remember, Expectant of the certain end.
# Songs of Travel and Other Verses/In Memoriam E. H.

XXXII
IN MEMORIAM E. H.
I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare, I knew a queen of toil with a crown of silver hair. Garland of valour and sorrow, of beauty and renown, Life, that honours the brave, crowned her himself with the crown.
The beauties of youth are frail, but this was a jewel of age. Life, that delights in the brave, gave it himself for a gage. Fair was the crown to behold, and beauty its poorest part— At once the scar of the wound and the order pinned on the heart.
The beauties of man are frail, and the silver lies in the dust, And the queen that we call to mind sleeps with the brave and the just; Sleeps with the weary at length; but, honoured and ever fair, Shines in the eye of the mind the crown of the silver hair.
Honolulu.
# St. Cloud Public Service Company v. City of St. Cloud

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United States Supreme Court
265 U.S. 352
St. Cloud Public Service Company v. City of St. Cloud
Argued: Oct. 2, 1923. --- Decided: May 26, 1924
Mr. J. O. P. Wheelwright, of Minneapolis, Minn., for appellant.
Mr. R. B. Brower, of St. Cloud, Minn., for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from page 353 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice SANFORD delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# St. Clair v. Cox

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United States Supreme Court
106 U.S. 350
St Clair v. Cox
C. J. Walker, for plaintiff in error.
Don M. Dickinson and Levi T. Griffin, for defendant in error.
FIELD, J.

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# St. Francis Xavier

He left his dust, by all the myriad tread Of yon dense millions trampled to the strand, Or 'neath some cross forgotten lays his head Where dark seas whiten on a lonely land: He left his work, what all his life had planned, A waning flame to flicker and to fall, Mid the huge myths his toil could scarce withstand, And the light died in temple and in hall, And the old twilight sank and settled over all.
He left his name, a murmur in the East, That dies to silence amid older creeds, With which he strove in vain: the fiery priest Of faiths less fitted to their ruder needs: As some lone pilgrim, with his staff and beads, Mid forest-brutes whom ignorance makes tame, He dwelt, and sowed an Eastern Church's seeds He reigned, a teacher and a priest of fame: He died and dying left a murmur and a name.
He died: and she, the Church that bade him go, Yon dim Enchantress with her mystic claim, Has ringed his forehead with her aureole-glow, And monkish myths, and all the whispered fame Of miracle, has clung about his name: So Rome has said: but we, what answer we Who in grim Indian gods and rites of shame O'er all the East the teacher's failure see, His Eastern Church a dream, his toil a vanity.
This then we say: as Time's dark face at last Moveth its lips of thunder to decree The doom that grew through all the murmuring past To be the canon of the times to be: No child of truth or priest of progress he, Yet not the less a hero of his wars Striving to quench the light he could not see, And God, who knoweth all that makes and mars, Judges his soul unseen which throbs among the stars.
God only knows, man failing in his choice, How far apparent failure may succeed, God only knows what echo of His voice Lives in the cant of many a fallen creed, God only gives the labourer his meed For all the lingering influence widely spread, Broad branching into many a word and deed When dim oblivion veils the fountain-head; So lives and lingers on the spirit of the dead.
This then we say: let all things further rest And this brave life, with many thousands more, Be gathered up in the eternal's breast In that dim past his Love is bending o'er: Healing all shattered hopes and failure sore: Since he had bravely looked on death and pain For what he chose to worship and adore, Cast boldly down his life for loss or gain In the eternal lottery: not to be in vain.
# Sullivan v. Finkelstein/Concurrence Blackmun

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* Concurring Opinions Scalia Blackmun
Justice BLACKMUN, concurring in the judgment.
I am not convinced, as the other Members of the Court appear to be, that the order with which we are concerned is a final decision. It seems to me that the Court in its opinion expends its energy fending off respondent's arguments as to nonappealability, without itself demonstrating finality in a positive way.
I concur in the judgment, however. Although I think the order is not a final decision under 28 U.S.C. § 1291, it is immediately appealable under the collateral order doctrine enunciated in Cohen v. Beneficial Industrial Loan Corp., 337 U.S. 541, 69 S.Ct. 1221, 93 L.Ed. 1528 (1949). This is the view adopted by the great majority of the Courts of Appeals, and I am in agreement with their conclusions. See, e.g., Colon v. Secretary of HHS, 877 F.2d 148, 151-152 (CA1 1989); Doughty v. Bowen, 839 F.2d 644, 645-646 (CA10 1988); Huie v. Bowen, 788 F.2d 698, 701-703 (CA11 1986).

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