The Swan Song of Parson Avery.

The Swan Song of Parson Avery. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 287.4 Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow sum. mer morn, With the newly planted orchards dropping their fruits first born. And the home roots like brown islands amid a sea of corn. Broad…

ELIAS LYMAN.

ELIAS LYMAN. 549.7 Elias Lyman loves to lle Helies all morning in the shade And when the sun at noon gets high He lles where fresher made. shade is He lies around all afternoon And talks about the days gone by: Beneath the silver silent…

THE TEST OF FAITH.

THE TEST OF FAITH. 426.3 Wuns reddy brown had toothake offal badd frum enten so mutch kandy and ho let a turble swelling on his face is tho heed bin stung bi & bumblebee uno. ann awl the boys had remmedies ann tolled himm wot to doo wile he…

Ethics of the Dust

Ethics of the Dust. 169.1 See the madly blowing dust- Dusty dust! How it revels in the gust, How it cove with a crust Of tenacious, moisty must, Ev'ry object in the street, It is monarch of us all - When it rises up we fail: When…

A MIRACLE.

A MIRACLE. 370.5 April, April, full of hopes, All a world of sunny sheen 'Round her, wanders up our slopes, Bluebirds following, in her hands Bursting leaf bud's tender green, Laughing, tilting, on the rocks She hangs her saxifrage, and…

RELIABILITY.

RELIABILITY. 479.3 The arth has been a-quakin' An' a-tremblin' an' a-shakin' Will we're gettin' apprehensive an' perplexed; An' the scientists are sellin' Books which say that there's no tellin' The troubles that may happen to us next; An'…

The Miser

The Miser. 191.6 There area was a miser of lauantar and umilen Who hoarded those transures in fast mounting He kept them all sealed in an vary box. And nothing that happened unfastened the locks At last, growing aget, from business adrift, He…

Bonny Doon.

Bonny Doon. ROBERT BURNS. 422.5 Ye banks and braes of bonny Doun, How can ye bloom sa fresh and fair? How can ye chaunt ye little birds, Wille I'm no wae and full o' care? Ye'll break my heart, ye little birds, That wander through that…

The Land of Washington.

The Land of Washington. 474.5 I glory in the sages Who in the days of yore. In combat met the foeman And drove them from the shore Who hung our banners' marry field In triumph to the breeze, And spread broad maps of cities where Once…

Tuesday.

Tuesday. 271.5 Just to trust, and yet to ask Guidance still; Take the training or the task, As he wil Just to take the loss or gain As he sends it; Just to take the joy or pain As he lends it.

THE MUCK-RAKER.

THE MUCK-RAKER. 468.6 He sang of the glory of cities, Of pillar and spire and mart; Of domes unreared and of God stiil feared, Of good in the human heart. He sang of the hopes, uplifting, Of duty made clear and clear, But they called…

Just One Girl

Just A Girl. 179.7 I'm in love with a sweet little girlie- Only one, only one. I meet her each evening quite early. Rain or sun, rain or sun. To work we go walking together, Just as gay as can be. We are surely two birds of a feather.…

The Belle of South Dakota

The Belle of South Dakota. 185.1 She stood beside her broncho, On the prairie, sweet and fair, Her eyes yere blue and sparkling And golden was her hair. A lovely pleture mid the flowers That grew a ound her there. A bright and handsome…

Recipe for Social Success.

Recipe for Social Success. 370.3 A few smart frocks, A lot of cash, Good hands at bridge, A little dash, Une cause celebre, A motor-car, A whitewash brush, And there you are. -Madame.
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THE MIRROR.

THE MIRROR. 522.1 A lover sought his loved one's dwelling-place, And all audacious, craved its hidden grace; Without the rose-wreathed door, he fearless, knocked---- Oh, grief; to find the cruel portals locked. Then from within, sweet as the…

A Ploture No Artist Car Paint

A Ploture No Artist Car Paint. 261.4 A quint New England homestead. Where an aged couple dwelt. Their houds bowed down in sorrow For the one they loved so well. She wandered from her happy home, To go, no one knew where; 'Twas in a fitof…
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Maud Mailer’s Bike

Maud Mailer's Bike. 336.2 Maud Muller on a summer's day Maunted her wheel and rode away. Beneath her blue cap glowed a wealth Of large red treckles and rat rate health. Ringing, she rode, and her merry glen Frightened a sparrow from his…

Puffs

Puffs. 229.2 (With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling and Professor Morse Stephens.) He smokes smokes - - smokes-smokes, amokin' over Berkeley! Smokes-smokes-smokes-smokes, smo in' over Berkeley! smok- (Puft-puft-puff putt, breathing in and out again!)…

The Old Boys in the Dance

The Old Boys in the Dance. 294.2 I It sorter sets me thinkin' that I've got another chance- To see the old-time fellers goin' roun'…

A Toust.

A Toust. 343.1 "Here's to you old pal! May you live a thousand years Just to keep things lively In this vale of tears. And may I live a thousand years Just short one day, For I wouldn't like to stay here When you are gone away."