| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Conscience | | By Cecily Fryer |
| | | UNDERNEATH the night sky, and out upon the heath, | |
| 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! | |
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| Underneath the night sky the ghosts begin to creep— | 5 |
| 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! | | | | |
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