| The crime of talking still is prevalent;
The tongue still wags unwearily along; The voice still utters speech of darkest wrong, While hearts too often are on malice bent. The idle brain some devilish thoughts invents, While careful rumor spreads the guess along, Till mouths and ears are filled with hurtful song___ However grave, of course no evil meant. And yet the cost no money e'er could pay; The grief no antidote could e'er assuage, Whose damage time and labor ne'er repair; All sunk beneath a starless night, no ray Of hope to brighten up life's rugged page___ But on and down, the victim meets despair. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
Pages 49-50
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