Her "Very glad, I'm sure," was uttered with reservations
Her "Very glad, I'm sure," was uttered with reservations
Her "Very glad, I'm sure," was uttered with reservations
| Blacksheep! Blacksheep! BY MEREDITH NICHOLSON ILLUSTRATED BY LESLIE L. BENSON NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1920 |
| Maybe, in spite of their tameless days |
| Of outcast liberty, |
| They're sick at heart for the homely ways |
| Where their gathered brothers be. |
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| Meanwhile, "Blacksheep! Blacksheep!" we cry, |
| Safe in the inner fold; |
| And maybe they hear, and wonder why, |
| And marvel, out in the cold. |
| —Richard Burton. |
