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# Songs of the Road/Compensation

COMPENSATION
The grime is on the window pane, Pale the London sunbeams fall, And show the smudge of mildew stain, Which lies on the distempered wall.
I am a cripple, as you see, And here I lie, a broken thing, But God has given flight to me, That mocks the swiftest eagle wing.
For if I will to see or hear, Quick as the thought my spirit flies, And lo! the picture flashes clear, Through all the mist of centuries.
​I can recall the Tigris' strand, Where once the Turk and Tartar met, When the great Lord of Samarcand Struck down the Sultan Bajazet.
Under a ten-league swirl of dust The roaring battle swings and sways, Now reeling down, now upward thrust, The crescent sparkles through the haze.
I see the Janissaries fly, I see the chain-mailed leader fall, I hear the Tekbar clear and high, The true believer's battle-call.
And tossing o'er the press I mark The horse-tail banner over all, Shaped like the smudge of mildew dark That lies on the distempered wall.
​And thus the meanest thing I see Will set a scene within my brain,
And every sound that comes to me, Will bring strange echoes back again.
Hark now! In rhythmic monotone, You hear the murmur of the mart, The low, deep, unremitting moan, That comes from weary London's heart.
But I can change it to the hum Of multitudinous acclaim, When triple-walled Byzantium, Re-echoes the Imperial name.
I hear the beat of armèd feet, The legions clanking on their way, The long shout runs from street to street, With rolling drum and trumpet bray.
​So I hear it rising, falling, Till it dies away once more, And I hear the costers calling 'Mid the weary London roar.
Who shall pity then the lameness, Which still holds me from the ground? Who commiserate the sameness Of the scene that girds me round?
Though I lie a broken wreck, Though I seem to want for all, Still the world is at my beck And the ages at my call.
# Songs of the Road/Man's Limitation

MAN'S LIMITATION
Man says that He is jealous, Man says that He is wise, Man says that He is watching From His throne beyond the skies. But perchance the arch above us Is one great mirror's span, And the Figure seen so dimly Is a vast reflected man.
If it is love that gave us A thousand blossoms bright, Why should that love not save us From poisoned aconite? ​If this man blesses sunshine Which sets his fields aglow, Shall that man curse the tempest That lays his harvest low?
If you may sing His praises For health He gave to you, What of this spine-curved cripple, Shall he sing praises too? If you may justly thank Him For strength in mind and limb, Then what of yonder weakling— Must he give thanks to Him?
Ah dark, too dark, the riddle! The tiny brain too small! We call, and fondly listen, For answer to that call. ​There comes no word to tell us Why this and that should be, Why you should live with sorrow, And joy should live with me.
# Songs of the Road/Sexagenarius Loquitor

SEXAGENARIUS LOQUITUR
From our youth to our age We have passed each stage In old immemorial order, From primitive days Through flowery ways With love like a hedge as their border. Ah, youth was a kingdom of joy, And we were the king and the queen, When I was a year Short of thirty, my dear, And you were just nearing nineteen.
​But dark follows light And day follows night As the old planet circles the sun; And nature still traces Her score on our faces And tallies the years as they run. Have they chilled the old warmth in your heart? I swear that they have not in mine, Though I am a year Short of sixty, my dear, And you are—well, say thirty-nine.
# Songs of the Road/Darkness

DARKNESS
A gentleman of wit and charm, A kindly heart, a cleanly mind, One who was quick with hand or purse To lift the burden of his kind. A brain well balanced and mature, A soul that shrank from all things base, So rode he forth that winter day, Complete in every mortal grace.
And then—the blunder of a horse, The crash upon the frozen clods, And—Death? Ah! no such dignity, But Life, all twisted and at odds! ​At odds in body and in soul, Degraded to some brutish state, A being loathsome and malign, Debased, obscene, degenerate.
Pathology? The case is clear, The diagnosis is exact; A bone depressed, a hæmorrhage, The pressure on a nervous tract. Theology? Ah, there's the rub! Since brain and soul together fade, Then when the brain is dead—enough! Lord help us, for we need Thine aid!
# Songs of the Road/December's Snow

DECEMBER'S SNOW
The bloom is on the may once more, The chestnut buds have burst anew; But, darling, all our springs are o'er, 'Tis winter still for me and you. We plucked Life's blossoms long ago What's left is but December's snow.
But winter has its joys as fair, The gentler joys, aloof, apart; The snow may lie upon our hair But never, darling, in our heart. Sweet were the springs of long ago But sweeter still December's snow.
​Yes, long ago, and yet to me It seems a thing of yesterday The shade beneath the willow tree, The word you looked but feared to say. Ah! when I learned to love you so What recked we of December's snow?
But swift the ruthless seasons sped And swifter still they speed away. What though they bow the dainty head And fleck the raven hair with gray? The boy and girl of long ago Are laughing through the veil of snow.
# Songs of the Road/Empire Builders

EMPIRE BUILDERS
Captain Temple, D.S.O., With his banjo and retriever. 'Rough, I know, on poor old Flo, But, by Jove! I couldn't leave her.' Niger ribbon on his breast, In his blood the Niger fever, Captain Temple, D.S.O., With his banjo and retriever.
Cox of the Politicals, With his cigarette and glasses, Skilled in Pushtoo gutturals, Odd job man among the Passes, ​Keeper of the Zakka Khels, Tutor of the Khaiber Ghazis, Cox of the Politicals, With his cigarette and glasses.
Mr. Hawkins, Junior Sub., Late of Woolwich and Thames Ditton, Thinks his battery the hub Of the whole wide orb of Britain. Half a hero, half a cub, Lithe and playful as a kitten, Mr. Hawkins, Junior Sub., Late of Woolwich and Thames Ditton.
Eighty Tommies, big and small, Grumbling hard as is their habit. 'Say, mate, what's a Bunerwal?' 'Sometime like a bloomin' rabbit.' ​'Got to hoof it to Chitral!' 'Blarst ye, did ye think to cab it!' Eighty Tommies, big and small, Grumbling hard as is their habit.
Swarthy Goorkhas, short and stout, Merry children, laughing, crowing, Don't know what it's all about, Don't know any use in knowing; Only know they mean to go Where the Sirdar thinks of going. Little Goorkhas, brown and stout, Merry children, laughing, crowing.
Punjaub Rifles, fit and trim, Curly whiskered sons of battle, Very dignified and prim Till they hear the Jezails rattle; ​Cattle thieves of yesterday, Now the wardens of the cattle, Fighting Brahmins of Lahore, Curly whiskered sons of battle.
Up the winding mountain path See the long-drawn column go; Himalayan aftermath Lying rosy on the snow. Motley ministers of wrath Building better than they know, In the rosy aftermath Trailing upward to the snow.
# Songs of the Road/Mind and Matter

MIND AND MATTER
Great was his soul and high his aim, He viewed the world, and he could trace A lofty plan to leave his name Immortal 'mid the human race. But as he planned, and as he worked, The fungus spore within him lurked.
Though dark the present and the past, The future seemed a sunlit thing. Still ever deeper and more vast, The changes that he hoped to bring. His was the will to dare and do; But still the stealthy fungus grew.
​Alas the plans that came to nought! Alas the soul that thrilled in vain! The sunlit future that he sought Was but a mirage of the brain. Where now the wit? Where now the will? The fungus is the master still.
# Songs of the Road/Night Voices

NIGHT VOICES
Father, father, who is that a-whispering? Who is it who whispers in the wood? You say it is the breeze As it sighs among the trees, But there's some one who whispers in the wood.
Father, father, who is that a-murmuring? Who is it who murmurs in the night? You say it is the roar Of the wave upon the shore, But there's someone who murmurs in the night.
​Father, father, who is that who laughs at us? Who is it who chuckles in the glen? Oh, father, let us go, For the light is burning low, And there's somebody laughing in the glen.
Father, father, tell me what you're waiting for, Tell me why your eyes are on the door. It is dark and it is late, But you sit so still and straight, Ever staring, ever smiling, at the door.
# Songs of the Road/Hope

HOPE
Faith may break on reason, Faith may prove a treason To that highest gift That is granted by Thy grace; But Hope! Ah, let us cherish Some spark that may not perish, Some tiny spark to cheer us, As we wander through the waste!
A little lamp beside us, A little lamp to guide us, Where the path is rocky, Where the road is steep. ​That when the light falls dimmer, Still some God-sent glimmer May hold us steadfast ever, To the track that we should keep.
Hope for the trending of it, Hope for the ending of it, Hope for all around us, That it ripens in the sun. Hope for what is waning, Hope for what is gaining, Hope for what is waiting When the long day is done.
Hope that He, the nameless, May still be best and blameless, Nor ever end His highest With the earthworm and the slime. ​Hope that o'er the border, There lies a land of order, With higher law to reconcile The lower laws of Time.
Hope that every vexed life, Finds within that next life, Something that may recompense, Something that may cheer. And that perchance the lowest one Is truly but the slowest one, Quickened by the sorrow Which is waiting for him here.
# Songs of the Road/Religio Medici

RELIGIO MEDICI
1
God's own best will bide the test,
And God's own worst will fall;
But, best or worst or last or first,
He ordereth it all.
2
For all is good, if understood,
(Ah, could we understand!)
And right and ill are tools of skill
Held in His either hand.
3
The harlot and the anchorite,
The martyr and the rake,
Deftly He fashions each aright,
Its vital part to take.
4
Wisdom He makes to form the fruit
Where the high blossoms be;
And Lust to kill the weaker shoot,
And Drink to trim the tree.
5
And Holiness that so the bole
Be solid at the core;
And Plague and Fever, that the whole
Be changing evermore.
6
He strews the microbes in the lung,
The blood-clot in the brain;
With test and test He picks the best,
Then tests them once again.
7
He tests the body and the mind,
He rings them o'er and o'er;
And if they crack, He throws them back,
And fashions them once more.
8
He chokes the infant throat with slime,
He sets the ferment free;
He builds the tiny tube of lime
That blocks the artery.
9
He lets the youthful dreamer store
Great projects in his brain,
Until He drops the fungus spore
That smears them out again.
10
He stores the milk that feeds the babe,
He dulls the tortured nerve;
He gives a hundred joys of sense
Where few or none might serve.
11
And still He trains the branch of good
Where the high blossoms be,
And wieldeth still the shears of ill
To prune and prime His tree.
# Sargent v. Burgess

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United States Supreme Court
129 U.S. 19
Sargent v. Burgess
Geo. H. Christy and J. Snowden Bell, for appellants.
James Parsons and F. Sheppard, for appellee.
BLATCHFORD, J.

## Notes

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# Sargeant & Lahr v. Herrick & Stevens

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United States Supreme Court
221 U.S. 404
Sargeant & Lahr v. Herrick & Stevens
Argued: April 25, 1911. --- Decided: May 15, 1911
Messrs. Robert Healy, M. F. Healy, and Charles A. Clark for plaintiffs in error.
No brief was filed for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Sarbanes-Oxley Act of 2002/Title X
## TITLE X—CORPORATE TAX RETURNS
### SEC. 1001. SENSE OF THE SENATE REGARDING THE SIGNING OF CORPORATE TAX RETURNS BY CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICERS.

    It is the sense of the Senate that the Federal income tax return of a corporation should be signed by the chief executive officer of such corporation.
# Sargasso Weed

"Out from the seething Stream"
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1897), "Sargasso Weed" in Poems, now first collected.
* Edmund Clarence Stedman (1908), "Sargasso Weed" in The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman.
# Sonnet 127 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 127," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 127," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 127," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Sonnet 129 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).

### In the collected Sonnets

* "Sonnet 129," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 129," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 129," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)

### Other editions

* "Sonnets (xix)" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900 (ed.) by Arthur Quiller-Couch (1931).
* "Sonnets (xix)" in the Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (ed.) by Arthur Quiller-Couch (1940).
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Sonnet 12 (Barnfield)

Published in Cynthia, with certaine Sonnets and the Legend of Cassandra (1595).
* "Sonnet XII" in The Complete Poems of Richard Barnfield (ed.) by Alexander B. Grosart (1876).
* "Sonnet XII" in Barnfield's Poems (ed.) by Edward Arber (1878).
# Sonnet 133

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* Sonnet 133, by Ján Kollár
* Sonnet 133, by William Shakespeare.
# Sonnet 130 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 130," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 130," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 130," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Sonnet 131 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 131," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 131," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 131," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse
# Sonnet 128 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 128," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 128," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 128," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Sonnet 12 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 12," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 12," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 12," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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# Sonnet 13

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* Sonnet 13, by William Shakespeare.
* Sonnet 13, by Barnfield
* A sonnet by Petratch

## See also

* Sonnet XIII
# Sonnet 132 (Shakespeare)

One of the 154 sonnets by Shakespeare from the collection Shakespeare's Sonnets (1609).
* "Sonnet 132," in Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted (1609)
* "Sonnet 132," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by William J. Rolfe (1883)
* "Sonnet 132," in Shakespeare's Sonnets, (ed.) by Edward Bliss Reed, The Yale Shakespeare (1923)
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra/Act 3 Scene 2

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# Searchlights on Health/How to Apply and Use Hot Water in All Diseases

HOW TO APPLY AND USE HOT WATER IN ALL DISEASES.
1. THE HOT WATER THROAT BAG. The hot water throat bag is made from fine white rubber fastened to the head by a rubber band (see illustration), and is an unfailing remedy for catarrh, hay fever, cold, toothache, headache, earache, neuralgia, etc.
2. THE HOT WATER BOTTLE. No well regulated house should be without a hot water bottle. It is excellent in the application of hot water for inflammations, colic, headache, congestion, cold feet, rheumatism, sprains, etc., etc. It is an excellent warming pan and an excellent feet and hand warmer when riding. These hot water bags in any variety can be purchased at any drug store.
3. Boiling water may be used in the bags and the heat will be retained many hours. They are soft and pliable and pleasant to the touch, and can be adjusted to any part of the body.
4. Hot water is good for constipation, torpid liver and relieves colic and flatulence, and is of special value.
5. Caution. When hot water bags or any hot fomentation is removed, replace dry flannel and bathe parts in tepid water and rub till dry.
6. By inflammations it is best to use hot water and then cold water. It seems to give more immediate relief. Hot water is a much better remedy than drugs, paragoric, Dover's powder or morphine. Always avoid the use of strong poisonous drugs when possible.
7. Those who suffer from cold feet there is no better remedy than to bathe the feet in cold water before retiring and then place a hot water bottle in the bed at the feet. A few weeks of such treatment results in relief if not cure of the most obstinate case.
HOW TO USE COLD WATER.
Use a compress of cold water for acute or chronic inflammation, such as sore throat, bronchitis, croup, inflammation of the lungs, etc. If there is a hot and aching pain in the back apply a compress of cold water on the same, or it may simply be placed across the back or around the body. The most depends upon the condition of the patient.
# Royal Naval Biography/Shippard, William

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WILLIAM SHIPPARD, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant in May, 1794; and commander, Aug. 12th, 1812.
# Royal Naval Biography/Shirley, George James

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GEORGE JAMES SHIRLEY, Esq [Post-Captain of 1798.]
This officer was a Lieutenant of the Royal George, a first rate, during the mutiny at Spithead, in 1797; commanded the Megaera fire-vessel, in the same year; and was posted into ​the Mars of 74 guns, April 26, 1798. We find no mention of him since the latter period.
Agents.– Messrs. Cooke, Halford, and Son.
GEORGE JAMES SHIRLEY, Esq. [Addendum.]
Son of Captain James Shirley, who obtained post rank on the 16th Feb. 1772, and perished in command of the Vestal frigate (together with all his officers and crew) on the banks of Newfoundland, in 1777; and grandson of Captain James Shirley, (seniority April 27th, 1762), who died in command of the Dolphin 20, on the East India station, in 1774.
This officer entered into the royal navy in the beginning of 1779; and served without a day’s intermission from that period until advanced to the command of the Mars 74, by post commission dated April 26th, 1798. The flag-officers and captains under whom he passed the first eighteen years of his professional life, always in most active employment, were the late Lords Bridport and Hood, Sir Samuel Hood, Alexander Hood, Sir William Domett, and Sir Charles Morice Pole, the present Sir Philip C. H. Durham, and the late John Woodley. As midshipman and lieutenant, he was in many general and partial actions, particularly in the early part of the French revolutionary war. He has been several times wounded; and on one occasion would have lost an arm, by amputation, had not the attention of the surgeon been directed to an officer of higher rank just as he was about to commence the operation, having already applied a tourniquet to the broken limb. Fortunately for Mr. Shirley, before that gentleman could return to him, his assistant had set the arm, placed it in splints, and saved him from the intended mutilation.
After the mutiny at Spithead, Mr. Shirley was promoted from the Royal George, first rate, to the command of the ​Megaera fire-vessel; and on the death of Captain Alexander Hood, who fell in action with the French 74 Hercule, he was posted into the Mars. By this time, however, from frequent exposure to wet and cold, the rheumatic gout had caught fast hold of him; and although not without many friends, possessing both the inclination and power to serve him, he was prevailed upon to accept the command of a division of sea-fencibles, which he retained from the first formation of that corps, in 1798, until its final dissolution, in 1810. He was superannuated with the rank of rear-admiral, June 2d, 1825.