Hotel Man

Hotel Man 508 Now doth the summer hotel man Ransack the shore and hills To find a fit foundation for A place to build big bills

Green Grows The Laurel

Green Grows the Laurel 84-7 I once list a true love, but now I have honel She has gone und left me, I live all alone I live all alone, and contented I'll be Till she finds another one better than ma Chorus- Green grows the laurel, clinging…

When the Golden Sun is Setting

When the Golden Sun is Setting. Edna 102.3 When the golden sun is setting in the bright and golden west, tly sighing in the trees; Then the wind wind is softly Then every haunt of nature ap speaks of qulet peace and rest, And evening's hush…

Evening on the Prairie

Evening On The Prairie. Mary D. McFadden 1.3 Tonight, dear heart, when the smoke hangs low Between my eyes and the sunset's glow My heart turns back from the futile town, To the plains, where the dusk comes setting down Over the prairie we…

Aerial Navigation.

Aerial Navigation. 127-5 All hall the day when all mankind, In every tribe and nation, Shall meet the progrees of the age, By aerial navigation; When over valleys, hills, and plains Huge chariots shall ride In majesty and safety, too,…

Sunset

Sunset. Beth Slater Whitson in Appleton's Booklover's Magazine 101.4 Shoulder to shoulder stand the rugged hills, A crown of gold upon each purple crest: A-tremble lies the valley at their feet, Day's afterglow upon its pulsing breast: Gaunt,…

Green Grows the Laurel

Green Grows the Laurel. 84-7 I once list a true love, but now I have honel She has gone und left me, I live all alone. I live all alone, and contented I'll be Till she finds another one better than ma Chorus- Green grows the laurel, clinging…

Where the Cocklebur Grows.

Where the Cocklebur Grows. 122.4 Although fertile the soll. If there be lack of toil Unremittingly done in between the long rows: Makes the farmer forlorn When he gathers his corn, In fields that are foul where the cockle- bur grows. In…

Evening on the Prairie

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By MARY D. MCFADDEN.Tonight, dear heart, when the smoke hangs low Between my eyes and the sunset's glowMy heart turns back from the futile town, To the plains, where the dusk comes settling down Over the prairie we used to know. And once…