The Reason For It.

The Reason For It. 486.6 For It Although she braved the breakers, She couldn't swim at all, But when she donned her bathing suit And flung aside her shawl And in the sand disported To show her ankie trim This girl of ancient family Was…

Marching Along.

Marching Along. 266.8 The children are gath'ring from near and far, The trumpet is sounding the call for the war. The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long. We'll gird on the armor, and be marching along. Chorus- Marching along,…

The Old Kitchen Floor.

The Old Kitchen Floor. 330.8 Far back in my musings my thoughts have been cast, To the spot where the hours of my childhood wero passed. I loved ali its rooms, to the pantry and hall, But that blessed old kitchen was dearer than all. Its…

Alcohol.

Alcohol. 271.4 The daughter that prettied so sweet on his knes, Ere he followed the tempter, on where now is she? Does her eye brighten now when she llats to his tread? She flees from his presence with terror and dread! The boy once as proud…

Everyday Blindness

Everyday Blindness. 160.7 We seek for beauty on the height afar; But on the earth it glimmers all the while: 'Tis in the garden where the roses aro; "" Tis in the glory of a mother's smile, We seek for wisdom in each solemn look But aye,…

The Laugh Rings Far.

The Laugh Rings Far. 537.2 If you would be heard at all, my lad Keep a laugh in your heart and throat: For those who are deaf to accents sad Are alert to the cheerful note. Keep hold of the cord of laughter's hell. Keep aloof from the…

Missionary Song.

Missionary Song. 336.8 Over the ocean wave, far, far away. There the poor heathen live, waiting for day. Groping in ignorance dark as the night No blessed Bible to give them the light. Chorus: Pity them pity them. Christians at home, Haste…

No Help for It.

No Help for It. 464.11 I saw Montaigne upon a stand: Ho amiled a Gallie smile quite bland And beckoned me. Had I the time I might have stopped. topped. But 'twas To waste upon Montaigne a look a crime When I'd not read the latest book. As…
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THE EDITOR’S SONG.

THE EDITOR'S SONG. 359.10 How dear to my heart is the steady sub- acriber, Who pays in advance, without alkipping Bye year; Who inys down his dollar, and effers it gladly, And casta 'round the office a halo of cheer. Who never says: "Stop…

AFTERWARDS.

AFTERWARDS. 250.5 Oh, to think that the world will go on After we are dead! Lovers will go on loving The old, old words will be said. New buds will bloom in April, And white be the apple-bough; June will return, the birds troop back,…

In November.

In November. 505-6 When October's golden days Darken to November's haze You can sing a song of praise And a joyful endence raise If your step is spry. But if with the nipping breeze You are lame in both your knees As the leaves…

When He Got Drunk Again.

When He Got Drunk Again. 344.9 When young I had a fortune. I thought t'would ne'er be sunk, I spent it all a-gambling one night when I not drunk. So early next morning my head was racked with pain, My heart was ailed with sadness, so I got…

THE FARMER.

THE FARMER. 489.6 "Land of our birth, our faith, our pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died, Oh, Motherland, we pledge to thee Head, heart and hand through years to be! It would seem as if the farmer of New York had memorized the…

Babies

Babies. 176.1 Babies short and babies tall, Bables big and babies small. Blue-eyed bables, bables haiir, Brown-eyed babies, with lots of hair. Babies so tiny tiny they the can't sit up; Babies that drink from a silver cup: Bables that…

A March Glee

A March Glee. 240.4 I hear the wild geese honking From out the misty night, A sound of moving armles On-sweeping in their might; The river ice is drifting Beneath their northward fight. I hear the bluebird plaintive From out the morning…

THE WIDOW’S LOT.

THE WIDOW'S LOT. 276.3 Міs Pikes Jes called the fust time fer A month o Sundays I've seen her- She took on scan'luss about me A-litlu here alone, an' she Jes up au said, "A ranch was not The place fer widders," an' she sot An' harped…

THE CHUCK WAGON.

THE CHUCK WAGON. 276.6 A cowpuncher's cafay A It is that-o-way, An' we sulke it kerslam 'bout three times a day: When cook rells, "Come git it!" He don't have to plead, "Hi yip! all you logles, come gather your feed!"

Settin’ On The Horseblock

Settin' On The Horseblock 1341 Settin' on the horseblock, Gazin' at the sky, Watchin' of the little clouds Satlin' slowly by: Settin' on the horseblock, List'nin' to the bees Dronin' In the buckwheat flow'rs, Pourin' in the peas; Settin'…
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The Cizar’s Lunch.

The Cizar's Lunch. 436.5 The exar dare not hammer a walnut For fear it's a bomb in disguise; Aud ring sausage he Must not drop on his knee Lest it cover some deadly surprise!

PUMPKIN PIE.

PUMPKIN PIE. 486.5 "Oh, the pumpkin pie is the ple for me, It's the beauty I greatly admire: 'Tis the ple that belongs to the land of the free, It in good for the child and its sire. "Oh, the pumpkin pie is the freeman's pie. And in it…