From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.

M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet")

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Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears, As the red waves of wretchedness swell, How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years The horrible Light-House of Hell!

— M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet")

The sun had sunk and the summer skies Were dotted with specks of light That melted soon in the deep moon-rise That flowed over Groton Height.

— M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet")

Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far Was pinned with a single star.

— M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet")

While twilight's curtain gathering far, Is pinned with a single diamond star.

— M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet")

George is a great combination of science and soul, I've never forgotten where I come from. This is my home.

— Stanley Clarke

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