THE ARROW AND THE SONG.

THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 532.1 I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where, For…

The Hidden Trail

The Hidden Trail 1282 My life stands still, the wheels of being elog; No hour is struck, and time has ceased to be The hazy choking clouds of wreathing fog Cover the pathway I no longer see On either side some ill may lurk for me Some…

THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD.

THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD. 500.6. The present year, 1906, is the one hundredth since the birth of Eliza- beth Barrett Browning and the sixti- eth since her marriage to Robert Browning; for she was in her forty- first year when she became…

CONSOLATION.

CONSOLATION. 384.9 We sigh for days that are no more, We mourn the loss of passions dead; We sing the threnodies of yore, And weep the tear of pleasures fled. Yet o'er the pathways of to-day Some lingering roses still may lean, And where…

The White Nove.

The White Nove. 265.2 Shall I tell a story. darling? I know one very old. I For when I very was a little child I used to hear it told. It is about a little boy And the pigeons which he sold. His mother she was very poor And kept a rich…

THE WORLD AT ITS BEST.

THE WORLD AT ITS BEST. 458.7 It's a good old world when the days are fair And a good old world when itrains; There are woes sometimes that are hard to bear. There are efforts that bring few gains: But the joys that come with each glad new…

All for the Love of a Girl

All for the Love of a Girl. 240.2 Jack was a bright eyed youngster, Happy and gay was he, Mamle, his dear little sweetheart. Roguish and so fair wan she. One day, while they were playing This little girl, just for fun. Threw her hat into…

The Station Agent Story

The Station Agent Story. 422.10 I will have to tell the story: Let me see: 'twas eight years ago, One blusterin night in winter When the alt was just thick with snow As the freight came round the curve there, They beheld man on the track,…

THE INTERLOPER.

THE INTERLOPER. 517.7 That there little kid upstairs Ain't no right to be uttin' in on my affairs And stealin' things off me. He stole my mamma first of all, An' she makes such a fuss About him when she hears him squall- The foolish little…

A PITTSBURG INSTANCE.

A PITTSBURG INSTANCE. 255.6 He started life a workman, And labored hard each day. His ttle wife was quick to pian And helped him on his way. His little wife did wash and scrub; And when her beauty fled She little cared, so long as hub…

Damsel Dorothy

Damsel Dorothy. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 298.8 Oliver Wendell Holmes, one of the most distin- guished of the New England group of writers, was born in 1800, and was one of the graduating class of Harvard in 1820 which contained so many cele…

Christ in the Garden

THE PESSIMIST.

THE PESSIMIST. 559.2 With Jaundiced eye he looks around And everything is wrong; A minor strain by him is found In every little song, And every rose that blooms at morn For him holds nothing but a thorn. He sees no guerdon in the rain,…

EATIN FOR PREMIUMS.

EATIN FOR PREMIUMS. 287.6 There's lots more cookin' at our house than what there used to be, 'Cause now we know 'bout premiums, an' arn 'em, don't you see? There ain't no meat an teters, an' there ain't no beans an' peas, For mother says…

The Girl I Left Behind me

The Girl I Left Behind. 230.5 I'm lonesome since I crossed the hills and o'er the moor that's sedgy. With heavy thoughts any imlod is filled since I have parted with Peggy parted Whene'de I turn fall and blind me the place the tears doth When…

Wisdom of the Young

Wisdom of the Young. 160.6 A college graduato was he, His knowledge was his joy and prides Not merely theoretical, But well applied. In science well he knew the cause That made an earthquake jog a town And, furthermore, himself could shake…
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There’ll Come a Time Some Day.

There'll Come a Time Some Day. 336.6 Why are you sad, papa, my darling. Why do you look at me so strangely. Have I done wrong. tell me. I pray? No, no, my child, you are an angel, There's not a heart purer than thine: That's why I fear…
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GRANDMOTHER’S CHAIR.

GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR. 486.8 Soft and comfy and deep and wide. With rockers made for the dreamland ride: Always ready when she comes in With her ball of yarn and her knitting pin; Cozy and sweet for a little form Where the firelight glows with…

The Dearest Spot on Earth to Me.

The Dearest Spot on Earth to Me. 500.2 The dearest spot on earth to me, In home, sweet home, The fairyland I've longed to see, la home, sweet home. There how charmed the sense of hearing. There where hearts are so endearing, Anthomer…

My Rosary.

My Rosary. 528.7 I slip between my fingers, ero I rest, My rosary, its heads count one by one, I name the friends of all I love the best; My dear ones near, until my task is done. When I have said for each a little prayer, May I add one…