For Louis Pasteur (Edgar Bowers Poems)
How shall a generation know its storyIf it will know no other? When, amongThe scoffers at the Institute, PasteurHeard one ...
How shall a generation know its storyIf it will know no other? When, amongThe scoffers at the Institute, PasteurHeard one ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
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