Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ConscienceCecily Fryer
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It makes a man feel lonesome, and scared at a breath.
Maybe, in the open you’re nearer up to God,
But set my feet in well worn paths that other feet have trod!
Ghosts that cry of evil things long laid to sleep,
Little ghosts that whisper of a cold eternity.
Oh, give me friends and fireside to warm my soul and me!