Kenneth Rand Poems

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1.
To All Ye Motherless

O children who have never known the clasp
Of those dear arms that fend away the world,
Surely the kindly gods will know the why
Of a fair portion of our restless sins!
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2.
The Crows

Out from the gloom of the mountain-gorges,
Dark in the glow of the dawn,
See how they scurry like shadow-wrack,
Each in his funeral-cloak of black,
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