On the Summit of Mt. Clarence
On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the air
Stands a tall and naked flagstaff, relic of the Russian scare—
Russian scare that scares no longer, for the cry is “All is well”—
Yet the flagstaff still is standing like a lonely sentinel.
And it watches through the seasons—winter’s cold and summer’s heat,
Watches seaward, watches ever for the phantom Russian fleet.
In a cave among the ridges, where the scrub is tall and thick
With no human being near him dwells a wretched lunatic:
On Mount Clarence in the morning he will fix his burning eyes,
And he scans the sea and watches for the signal flag to rise;
In his ears the roar of cannon and the sound of battle drums
While he cleans his gun and watches for the foe that never comes.
And they say, at dreary nightfall, when the storms are howling round
Comes a phantom ship to anchor in the waters of the “Sound”,
And the lunatic who sees it wakes the landscape with his whoops,
Loads his gun and marches seaward at the head of airy troops—
To the summit of Mount Clarence leads them on with martial tread,
Fires his gun and sends the Russians to the mustering of the dead.
poem by Henry Lawson
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When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
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And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me
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I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I know He watches
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I sing because I'm free
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He watches me
I know
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged
And why should the shadows come
And why should mt heart feel so lonely
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
My constant friend is He
His eyes in on the sparrow
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I sing bcaause I'm free
His eye in on the sparrow
And I know he watches
And I know he watches
I know he watches me
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His eye in on the sparrow
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And I know he watches
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
(mrs. s. martin)
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home?
When jesus is my portion
My constant friend
Is he
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
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I sing because Im free
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
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A Higher Power Watches
A Higher Power Watches
Who deliberately causes
The innocent to flout
The sweet to become bitter
The peaceful to become upset.
A Higher Power Watches
People who provoke
The good to do evil.
To speak unkind
To deceive to live unclean.
A Higher Power Watches
How the family behaves
How friends are engaged
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Or encourages a Life.
A Higher Power Watches
Consciously every move.
Inspirations and righteousness
Cleanliness and courage
Ameliorations and aspirations.
A Higher Power Watches
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Every intellectual knowing
Every attitude existing
What life's breath blows.
A Higher Power Watches
Every humilation
Every honesty and sincerity
Every forgiveness
And every loving thought.
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Manchester, you get stuck like the splinter
in the skin of the industrial mother
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for the body lies under the dieing
the citys tears fall, the sky is crying
the jogger, he soon becomes a sprinter
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Players watch the game they play.
The umpire watches the game.
The audience watches the game.
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In the darkness, desolation, and contrition and affright;
The awful hush that holds us shut away from all delight:
The ever weary memory that ever weary goes
Recounting ever over every aching loss it knows--
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in her tranquil sleep,
where she is right there,
but somewhere away from him.
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the wind blows,
up against
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together,
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mummy, mummy come and see.
Daughter, daughter I can see her
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Daughter darling daughter
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He Lives In You
(mark a. mancina/jay rifkin/lebohang morake)
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Night and the spirit of life calling
Oh, oh, iyo mamela oh, oh, iyo
And the voice with the fear of a child answers
Oh, oh, iyo iyo mamela
Wait! theres no mountain too great
Hear these words and have faith
Oh, oh, iyo
Have faith
Hela hey mamela, hela hey mamela
Hela hey mamela, hela hey mamela
He lives in you, he lives in me (hela hey mamela)
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Oh, oh, iyo, iyo mamela oh, oh, iyo
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Into the waters, into the truth
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Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
He lives in you, he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the water, into the truth
In your reflection, he lives in you
He lives in you (oh yeah), he lives in me
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He lives, he lives, he lives in you
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song performed by by Diana Ross
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Honeybee
Seen the shadow on my wall
Turn and fall
On broken hands and all
Turn and crawl
Seen that sun gone down
And the waterfall
She stood tall in the fallen rain
Right off an orphan train
Shell run to me again
I believed
See how wrong, how wrong you can be
I know who watches you
Who watches me
I know who hears you
Who hears me
If my eyes blind
Wholl see
The best in me
I hear all the lonely cries
Underneath all these lies
She cant get them by
Or through me
See how wrong, wrong you can be
My honey bee
Why are you flyin so far from me
She keeps her hands so free
And walks through me
Straight on through the dead of night
Her face is painted white
By these street lights
They hold you down so tight
And like hounds they bite
She fell down in her diamond suit
On lonely avenue, her colors only blue
She wont take clues
See how wrong, how wrong you can be
My honey bee
What on earth are you trying to do
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I always thought Id see the lights close on me
And the water freeze, surrounding me
Look how wrong you can be
My honey bee
Why are you flyin so far from me
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Honeybee
Seen the shadow on my wall
Turn and fall
On broken hands and all
Turn and crawl
Seen that sun gone down
And the waterfall
She stood tall in the fallen rain
Right off an orphan train
Shell run to me again
I believed
See how wrong, how wrong you can be
I know who watches you
Who watches me
I know who hears you
Who hears me
If my eyes blind
Wholl see
The best in me
I hear all the lonely cries
Underneath all these lies
She cant get them by
Or through me
See how wrong, wrong you can be
My honey bee
Why are you flyin so far from me
She keeps her hands so free
And walks through me
Straight on through the dead of night
Her face is painted white
By these street lights
They hold you down so tight
And like hounds they bite
She fell down in her diamond suit
On lonely avenue, her colors only blue
She wont take clues
See how wrong, how wrong you can be
My honey bee
What on earth are you trying to do
And where that hero falls, I held on
I always thought Id see the lights close on me
And the water freeze, surrounding me
Look how wrong you can be
My honey bee
Why are you flyin so far from me
song performed by by Wallflowers
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The Eagle Eyed Croupier - Parody Alfred TENNYSON – The Eagle
He spins cooked wheel with crookèd hands,
close[d]) to true sum in sunny lands,
ring’d by a green baize world, he stands.
“Les jeux sonts faits…! ” he often calls,
wry, watches stakes increase till falls
Fate's rich ball, stalled, which naught recalls.
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The Eagle Eyed Croupier - Parody Alfred TENNYSON – The Eagle
He spins the wheel with crookèd hands,
close to the sum in sunny lands,
ring’d with a verdant world, he stands.
“Les jeux sonts faits…! ” he often calls,
he watches stakes mount up till falls
the ball of Fate which naught recalls.
17 December 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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