THE CHRISTMAS GUEST.

THE CHRISTMAS GUEST. 432.3 Whoso shall come my way this night, By moor or hill or shore, For him the Blessed candles' light, For him the open door. (Oh, Mary, this for Thy Son's sake Though mine comes in no more!) My hearth is swept, my…

The Garb of Future Success

The Garb of Future Success. 207.6 Hark! A shout in the hail, and a bat and & ball Sent at random to clutter the floor: Then a flushed little face full of sweet boyish grace Peeping in at the half open door. What a scarecrow divine is this…

The Gray Spooky-spook.

The Gray Spooky-spook. 335.2 The gray Spooky-spook is a creature so weird That he frightens himself half to death, As he shrieks through the midnight and tugs at his beard While good folk lie holding their breath; And he faints dead away…

DIFFICULTIES.

DIFFICULTIES. James J. Montague 262.5 I know a fellow who has built a ship to sail the air, In which he hopes to fiit about like swallows, here and there, And look with cold contempt upon us crawling things below; The only trouble with…

They Have Given Her to Another.

They Have Given Her to Another. 600.3 They have given her to another, They have broken every vow: They have given her to another, And my heart is lonely now. They remembered not our parting, They remembered not our tears; They have severed…

IN COVERT.

IN COVERT. 553.11 A density of shade among the spruces- Where fallen twigs e'er crackle 'neath our trend; Where aromatic odors greet the senses, And straying sunbeams filter overhead. A busy scratching on the smooth, brown neodles- A muffled…

SHALL CRIME CONTINUE.

SHALL CRIME CONTINUE. 294.9 "Frivolity that with garlanded locks Dances on the brink of an abyss, Stupidity, that so willingly cowers Behind tradition and what has been, Delusion that lies so deep in night As to think evil good- War to…

TIME WAS.

TIME WAS. 297.6 Time was when there were spelling bees In which we did compete, From up the town or down the town, This side or 'cross the street; But now they're sadly out of date, In fact quite obsolete. For rose a man of fertile brain,…

The Night Rain.

The Night Rain. Lorenzo Sosso. 425.1 Oh, how the western wind to-night wailed by, Stirring the mute trees in their somber shrouds! The slowly moving caravan of clouds Crossed wearily the desert of the sky. But silence like to death, As…
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The Irish Erin Grant’s Lament.

The Irish Erin Grant's Lament. 543.5 I'm sitting on the stile, Mary. Where we sat side by side: On a bright May morning long ago, When årst you were my belde. The corn wus springing fresh and green, And the lark sang loud and high, And…

Beyon the Years.

Beyon the Years. PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR 293.3 Revond the years the answer lies. Beyond where broods the grieving skies. And night drops tears. Where Faith rou-chastened amiles to rise And doff its fears. And carping sorrow pines and dies-…

Dawn

Dawn. Virginia Woodward Cloud 191.5 Virginia Woodward Oloud in Harper's Bazar A streak of light soft-stirred- Thought, feeling for the word; It trembled forth it broke, And out the glad day spoke!

The Slave’s Escape to Canada

The Slave's Escape to Canada. 180.2 Iam on my way to Canada, that cold and dreary land. The dire effects of slavery I can no longer stand; My soul is vexed within me vo to think I am a slave, I am resolved to stilke the blow for freedom of…

THINGS I MEANT TO DO.

THINGS I MEANT TO DO. 454.10 It's true I haven't done a lot To show my natural bent: The things to judge folks by is not The act, but the intent. The crop that measured scant and small, The roof where rain came through- Don't notice them.…

SUMMER AND WINTER.

SUMMER AND WINTER. 569.2 What are the bright eyes watching Under the Southern sun? Oh, the roses fair in the balmy air, And the vines that climb and run. What are the bright eyes watching Under the Northern sky? Feathery snow, while the…

Sonnet to the Laugh of a Child.

Sonnet to the Laugh of a Child. 553.8 Golden music fashioned by the stars, And chanted by the fairies in the gloom- In the gray and ghostly gloom. Where the whitened birches loom, And the summer's sliken vestures Hold a rare and rich…

MANHOOD.

MANHOOD. 255.6 Our country has new need of men today- Not such alone as bravely may with- stand The shock of battle or with strenuous hand Open the paths of progress every way. We give too much to brawn and body; they Are but the brute which…

PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES.

PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES. 275.11 There's a truth I wish to declare, For I've noticed how pretty your face is, You're an artist in doing your hair. And the line of your figure all grace is. But one thing you really should learn, It is vital,…

Balked.

Balked. 275.9 There weA Aut he got stuck Upon this "simple life;' He said that we would try to cut His ways of wearing strife, But found. alas! it was no use, For he possessed wife.

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