Ancestry By Edgar A. Guest Some would know what lies ahead; Others search the dusky past Wondering whose, among the dead, Are the shadows that are cast; Who the weak ones and the strong And the foolish and the wise, Sharing all the right and wrong Of this morning’s…
Argyll Anonymous Why blame you, Argyll, for its rain or its mist, When the “Goddess of Beauty” each acre has kissed. Why frown, when its pathways are not of the best? When all else around your heart be at rest, Where else – may I ask – is there…