LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS Poems

Cry on! Cry on! Akai, chei and sighing has been my hard lot all day long.
When will men stop to revile me just because I am poor, weary and needy?
Even those I shed my blood for their success hurt me daily.
Where, when have I ill treated men?
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Oh! Thou maker of my soul, art Thou not the merciful God?
Or has your mercies ceased to function towards man?
Is there no mercy from Thee that sees to the bottom of my grief?
As I live and languish in the said ‘pre-supposed' destiny of hatred.
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I am the Light of the world
I am He who giveth light at the break of the day
I am the moonlight in the dark-night
The moonlight darkness cannot comprehend
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She's the Koh-i-noor of my Burkingham Palace
The inestimable value of the jewel on my diadem,
Yet she's the diadem upon my head
And as beautiful as a righteous soul;
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As the sun raced homeward,
To me she sounded:
Cast into my eyes man and
Let no tears dropp on thy cheeks,
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I am a disease called crime
I construct murder alphabetically
And I have authored many crimes and miseries
And I'm an architect of many a grave house
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The great Briggs
Father of well born -children amidst fathers
I cherish the name Briggs
Hearing it anywhere, anytime
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What a beauty that persuade the eyes of men without an orator?
Are you Helen of Sparta or Helen of troy, my beautiful muse?
Nor are you the daughter of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty?
O' wench, your source of beauty has speed past the compass of my wit
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God is my father
Nature is my mother
Wisdom is my sister
The universe is my kingdom
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The pleasure and love of my eyes is but Athena,
It is she I treasure the most, of all the goddesses.
To her I pay all the homage that I may unto a creature
And from whence this love comes I canst tell,
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