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Secret Thoughts.
Ella Wheeler.

I hold it true, that thots are things
Endowed with bodies breath and wings.
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results _ or ill.

That which we call our secret thought
Speeds to the earth's remotest spot.
And leaves its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it, as it goes.

It is God's law. Remember it
In your still chamber, as you sit
With thots you would not dare have known
And yeat, make comrades when alone.

These thots have life; and they will fly
And leave their impress bye and bye.
Like some marsh breeze, whose poisoned breath
Breathes into homes, its fevered breath.

And, after you have quite forgot
Or all out grown some vanished thot.