Somewhere.

Somewhere. 464.8 Heavy and low the clouds above us frowned: Surfing the air, parched was the thiraty plain; Hushed were the birds, and, prone upon the ground. Tay the limp vines, and walted for the rain. Malevolent the dim cloud giants leered,…

THE SPIRIT OF THE FALL.

THE SPIRIT OF THE FALL. 553.2 Beside a woodland stream whose waters brawl, All pensive, sits the Spirit of the Fall. Her garments brown and gold, her shoul- ders bare, Her bosom curtained by her loosened hair. Her brow entwined with maple…

Comin’

Coug-Medicine.

Coug-Medicine. 343.6 I had a little husband - I never knew a worse: For better than his wife or life He loved his little parse. I did my best to wheedle him- He saw my deep intent. And though he had a chronic cough, He never coughed…

The Little Dove.

The Little Dove. 570.4 One day all in a lonely grove Sat o'er my head a little dove, For her lost mate hogan to coo, Which made me think of my mate, too. Oh, little dove, you're not alone, With you I am constrained to mourn: For I. like…

The Men Who Lose

THE Men Who Lose. 244.3 When you've tonated all the captains who have sailed the Ship of Right, And bowed before the laurel-crown of them that won the fight Here then's another health I call: the vessel tempest-tossed Drink to the ships that…

Attainment

Attainment. Ella Wheeler Wilcox 218.4 Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and not wait For circumstance to mould or change your fate. In your own self lles destiny. Let this Vast truth cast out all fear, all…

The Little Old Log Cabin In the Lane.

The Little Old Log Cabin In the Lane. 287.2 I'm getting old and feeble now, I cannot work no more. I'se laid the rusty bladed hos to rest. Ole massa an ole miss's am dead, dey're sleepin' side by side. Deir spirits now are roaming wid the…

SLOWING UP.

SLOWING UP. 564.4 Everybody's runnin' In this eventful day; Runnin' some big business So's to make it pay; Runnin' for an office Or runnin' from the law- It's the fastest runnin' That this old world ever saw. I want to stop a minute,…
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THE GARDEN.- A Lulaby.

THE GARDEN.- A Lulaby. 511.3 A fairy lamb as white as snow Through all your dreams shall come and go, And you shall follow where he leads Through dusk-deep woods and blossomy meads, To where a little garden stands Laid out for you by…

AT THE TOP OF THE ROAD.

AT THE TOP OF THE ROAD. 255.7 "But, lord," she said, "my shoulders still are strong- I have been used to bear the load so long; "And-see, the hill is passed, and smooth the road "Yet," said the stranger, "yield me now thy load." Gently…

The Years

THE YEARS. St Louis Republic 198.8 They come, they pass, with snow-soft fool, And deathless youth fiumes their eyes; Alike to them are chaff and wheat, Alike the foolish adn the wise, They bring the wound, they bring the balm, They light our…

PREJUDICE

PREJUDICE. 468.7 Hate hides its hideous head in prejudice, in custom sheathes its deadly treachery! The man who hates ils fellow men is near The snake as he who pities them is near The gods, for love distinguishes the great From little…

The Other Side of It

The Other Side of It. 217.10. She found his love was growing cold, So back to ma she came: Vowed he was cold, but never told His dinners were the same, -Philadelphia Press.

I Should Like to Die Said Willie

I Should Like to Die Said Willie. 224.6 Not Readable "I remember that she told me once, while sitting on her knee That the angels nover weary watching over her and me: And if I was only good-Nellie told me so before- That they'd let us…

From the Undertakers

From the Undertakers. 223.11 A bit of shredded gullet, A bit of udder, toO; Some lamb dead prematurely. All fixed up in a stew: Put in a can and Inbeled. The appetite to quicken, In faring words and colors- "Perfection Potted Chicken." …

The City Child’s Good-Night

The City Child's Good-Night 1532 Good-night, dear, noisy, happy street! - The clanging bells and hurried feet, When I am safely tucked in bed And all the day-time thoughts are fled; Are just like music to my ears, And drive away the night-time…
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DOWNTRODDEN FARMER’S.

DOWNTRODDEN FARMER'S. 394.4 Howdy, stranger? Glad ter see yo, Yes, it looks a bit like rain; How are crops? Well, come an' see 'om. Guess I'll haftor fust explain. In that field where bees are buzzin' Over all the white an' green Thar…

After Many Years

After Many Years. Alice E. Squire 224.3 Back to the arenes of my childhood. Back to the old home once more; Many a thing to remind me Of the days so happy of yore Back to the weates of my girlhood, To the old homesteat no fair. Longing…

San Francisco

San Francisco 2495 Everybody works but father, And he sits 'round all day, Boreing all the neighbors With what he has to say Mother takes in washing Willie's scraping bricks Everybody works but father- He's talking politics