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date: 1920-04-05

names-on-the-page: Marshall Hall

transcription: April 5, 1920 - Page 11

The company was about to depart and asked for a goodbye word and
Patience said:

"Oh, I hae flinged a stone unto thy hearts and I defy ye
to say I hae not hurt ye."

She wound up the evening by giving this for her friend, Marshall Hall,
who was giving an interpretative dancing evening in New York.

-Pierrot-

Pierrot. The earth is sad.
Thy bells have ceased, and tinkle now
As the beads of a holy scribe
Against the cell.
Pierrot, the earth is sad,
The day is stark, the paths inviting no man.
Come fling thy cape and make away
To yonder field. Tickle the dust
With thy nimble toes till it laughs, and sing!
Sing till the hills fling back thy singing
As maidens all encircled in the dance.
Sing till the crocus springs in fearing
And the harebell shakes and the foot flowers
Dread thy bruising. Dance, dance and sing!
If thy heart ache, wring thy song
As a white cloth in its crimson bowl
And make thyself a cape, and sing!

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