A Mountain Monument.

A Mountain Monument. MARY H. C. BOOTH 563.5 The mountains crimsoned with delight And shook in thunder thrills, They leaned across the jeweled night, And whispered to the hills. And the little hills upspringing Gave back an answering nod.…

The Penalty We Pay

The Penalty We Pay. 186.4 The sweetest things we get to eat, There's not a bit of question, Are always bound to do us up, And give us indigestion. -Will F. Griffin,

Spelling Reform At Pumpin Hallow

Spelling Reform at Pumpin Hallow 1331 Parson Graham called a meetin which was held last Wednesday night For the purpose of decidin' how to spell our language right Everybody in the hollow for the past three weeks or so Had been turrably excited;…

Song For November

Song For November. 223.3 "While skies glint bright with bluest light Through clouds that race o'er field and town. And leaves go dancing left and right, And orchard apples tumble down; While school-girls sweet, in lane and street, Lean…

For AH These.

For AH These. Juliet Wilbor Tompkins 293.5 I thank thee, Lord, that I am straight and strong. With wit to work and hope ho to keep me brave": That two score yours, unfathomed, still belong To the allotted life thy bounty gave. I thank…

The Little Light.

The Little Light. 266.5 The light shone on the headland. For the storm was raging high: I shaded my eyes from the inner glare, And gazed on the west, gray sky. it was dark and lowering, on the sea The waves were booming loud. And the…

BY THE HILL OF DAN.

BY THE HILL OF DAN. Clinton Scollard 272.3 Marie, I wonder if you recall, Conning the past like a written scroll, That day, the goldenest day of all, And the long rest under the giant bole Where the singing Banias waters roll? Over the…

BROTHERHOOD.

BROTHERHOOD. 458.4 All men are equal in their birth, Heirs of the earth and skies: All men are equal when that earth Fades from their dying eyes. All wait alike on Him whose power Upholds the life He gave; The sage within his starlit…

Y Y Y Man.

Y Y Y Man. 436.8 There is a farmer who is Y Y Enough to take his EE And study nature with his I I, And think of what he C C. He hears the chatter of the J J As they each other тт. And sees that when a tree DKK It makes a home for B…

A swarm of Bees

A swarm of Bees. 239.4 B hopeful. B cheerful is happy, is kind, B busy of body. It modest of mind. It earnest. B truthful. Is firm, and B fair. Of all Miss & Havior it sure and it ware. B think ere you stumble for what may B fall: B truthful…
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THE BOSN’S STORY.

THE BOSN'S STORY. 517.1 We was scuddin' under the Southern Cross off the coast o' Van Dieman's Land, An' the cook had peppered the skipper's duft by a slip o' his starboard hand; The skipper he swore with a tarrible oath that the cookee's name…

The Masquerade

The Masquerade. BY Corinne Barry 201.2 It was at the masquerade- Playful youth and laughing maid, Woman wan, and bended jade- I was in a domino, Masked and draped from head to toe. Came a warrior to woo, Iron-gloved and armored, too. Man…

MAY IN LOWA.

MAY IN LOWA. 597.3 This is the sweetest time of all the year; The air is cool; with clouds of silver sheen The skies are flecked, and lovely and serene The golden sun shines down, while sweet and clear The glad birds sing in fields and wood-…

THE MENACE OF REFORM.

THE MENACE OF REFORM. 447.1 When the plaints of the reformers bring about the childless flat, When the women of the future deign to wear the birdless hat, When the magazines, muck-rakelens, tell about the germtess beef, When the Fourth is…

I Heard the Voice of Jesus.

I Heard the Voice of Jesus. 275.2 I heard the volce of Jesus say: Come unto me and rest; Lay down thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my brenat I came to Jesus as I Weary nod worn and and I found in hin a resting place, And he has made…

The Urban Pan

The Urban Pan. Bliss Carman 218.1 Once more the magic days are come With stronger sun and milder air; The shops are full of daffodils; There's golden leisure everywhere. I heard my Lou this morning shout: "Here comes the hurdy-gurdy man!"…

The Shadows

The Shadows. 153.4 A joy danced gaily down the way, Light as a wind-blown leaf. Ah, strange that as she passed there fell The shadow of a grief. A grief crept sadly down the way, Scorned as Love's broken toy. Yet, from her drooping wings,…

A fine Dramatic Poem

A fine Dramatic Poem. 134.5 In the play on "Rahab," by Mr. Richard Burton, occurs some beautiful lines that fit peculiarly with the present situa- tion in our city. They are as follows: "Last night I had a dream. Being o'erwatched and weary.…

The Indian Hunter.

The Indian Hunter. 319.5 Let me go to my home in the far distant West. To the scenes of my youth that I like the best, Where the tall cedars are and the bright waters How, Where my parents will greet me, white man, let me go Let me go to…

Rudyard Kipling.

Rudyard Kipling. 303.4 Back to the ancient bitterness Ye ended once for all- Back to oppression none may guess Who have not borne its thrall- Back to the slough of their despond: Helots anew held fast By England's "seal upon the bond As…