Transcribed from the 1919 Gay and Hancock edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukPOEMS OF SENTIMENTContents   Double Carnations   Never Mind   Two Women   It All Will Come Out Right   A Warning   Shrines   The Watcher   Swimming Song   The Law   Love Time and Will   The Two Ages   Couleur de Rose   Last Love   Lifes Track   An Ode to Time   Regret and Remorse   Easter Morn   Blind   The Yellowcovered Almanac   The Little White Hearse   Realisation   Success   The Lady and the Dame   Heaven and Hell   Loves Supremacy   The Eternal Will   Insight   A Womans Love   The Paean of Peace   Has Been   Dutys Path   March   The End of the Summer   Sun Shadows   He that Looketh   An Erring Womans Love   A Song of Republics   Memorial Day1892   When baby Souls Sail Out   To Another Womans Baby   Diamonds   Rubies   Sapphires   Turquoise   Reform   A Minor Chord   Deaths Protest   September   Wail of an Oldtimer   Was Is and Yettobe   Mistakes   Dual   The Allcreative Spark   Be not Content   Action   Two Roses   Satiety   A Solar Eclipse   A Suggestion   The Depths   Lifes Opera   The Salt Seawind   New Year   Concentration   Thoughts   LuckDOUBLE CARNATIONS   A wild Pink nestled in a garden bedA rich Carnation flourished high above her   One day he chanced to see her pretty headAnd leaned and looked again and grew to love her   The Moss her humble mother saw with fearThe ardent glances of the princely stranger   With many an anxious thought and dewy tearShe sought to hide her darling from this danger   The gardenerguardian of this noble budA cruel trellis interposed between them   No common Pink should mate with royal bloodHe said and sought in every way to wean them   The poor Pink pined and faded day by dayHer restless lover from his prison bower   Called in a priestly bee who passed that wayAnd sent a message to the sorrowing flower   The fainting Pink wept as the bee drew nearDroning his prayers and begged him to confess her   Her weary mother overtaxed by fearSlept while the priest leaned low to shrive and bless her   But lo ere long the tale went creeping outThe rich Carnation and the Pink were married   The cunning bee had brought the thing aboutWhile Mamma Moss in Slumbers arms had tarried   And proud descendants of that loving pairThe offspring of that true and ardent passion   Are famous for their beauty everywhereAnd leaders in the floral world of fashionNEVER MINDWhatever your work and whatever its worth   No matter how strong or cleverSome one will sneer if you pause to hear   And scoff at your best endeavourFor the target art has a broad expanse   And wherever you chance to hit itThough close be your aim to the bullseye fame   There are those who will never admit itThough the house applauds while the artist plays   And a smiling world adores himSomebody is there with an ennuied air   To say that the acting bores himFor the tower of art has a lofty spire   With many a stair and landingAnd those who climb seem small ofttime   To one at the bottom standingSo work along in your chosen niche   With a steady purpose to nerve youLet nothing men say who pass your way   Relax your courage or swerve youThe idle will flock by the Temple of Art   For just the pleasure of gazingBut climb to the top and do not stop   Though they may not all be praisingTWO WOMENI know two women and one is chasteAnd cold as the snows on a winter wasteStainless ever in act and thoughtAs a man born dumb in speech errs notBut she has malice toward her kindA cruel tongue and a jealous mindVoid of pity and full of greedShe judges the world by her narrow creedA brewer of quarrels a breeder of hateYet she holds the key to Societys GateThe other woman with heart of flameWent mad for a love that marred her nameAnd out of the grave of her murdered faithShe rose like a soul that has passed through deathHer aims are noble her pity so broadIt covers the world like the mercy of GodA soother of discord a healer of woesPeace follows her footsteps wherever she goesThe worthier life of the two no doubtAnd yet Society locks her outIT ALL WILL COME OUT RIGHTWhatever is a cruel wrong   Whatever is unjustThe honest years that speed along   Will trample in the dustIn restless youth I railed at fate   With all my puny mightBut now I know if I but wait   It all will come out rightThough Vice may don the judges gown   And play the censors partAnd Fact be cowed by Falsehoods frown   And Nature ruled by artThough Labour toils through blinding tears   And idle Wealth is mightI know the honest earnest years   Will bring it all out rightThough poor and loveless creeds may pass   For pure religions goldThough ignorance may rule the mass   While truth meets glances coldI