Every Night a World, Every Morning a Circus

In the evening a strange thing happened
The twenty families became one family
The Children were the children of all
The loss of home became one loss
And the Golden Time in the West was one dream
And it might be that a sick child threw despair
Into the hearts of twenty families
Of a hundred people
That a birth there in a tent
Kept a hundred people quiet and awestruck
Through the night and filled a hundred people
With the birth-joy in the morning
Every night a world created
Friends made and enemies established
A world complete with braggarts and with cowards
With quiet men, with humble men, with kindly men
Every night relationships that make a world
And every morning the world torn down like a circus



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