Vassar Faith.
544.1
With my faith in the destiny of woman's higher education thus rudely shattered,
I rested for a moment near an open window of
Main, from which floated the clear tones of a musical
Freshman, who seemed to be practicing…
Political opinion.
276.10
It isn't the love that they have in their hearts,
And neglect, or forget to reveal,
That brightens the lives
Of husbands and wives;
It is telling the love that they feel.
It isn't the music asleep in the strings
Of…
San Francisco
321
How fair she looked! and calm, queen of the West!
As though no auguish s'er could plerce her breast
Tranguli and similing she in slumber luy
At walking dawn upon that fatal day
No rosente tinge yet graced the early morn:…
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Mary and the Robin Redbreast
576.4
I saw a little maiden throw
A crumb of bread to feed a robin;
And she was more delighted--- so
Delighted! - when he, bowing, bobbing.
Flew with the crumb of bread away,
And "Thank you, Mary!" seemed to say.
And…
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MARY'S PETS.
500.9.
Mary had a little lamb,
One day it got the croup;
She sold it to a packing house-
It's now canned ox-tail roup.
Mary had to have a pet;
She bought a cunning cow.
Which died of splitting headaches soon:
It's country…
GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM.
426.8
My pa ain't any millyunaire,
But Gee! He's offul smart;
He ain't no carpenter, but he
Can fix a feller's cart.
He ain't no doctor, but you bet
My pa, he allus knows
Just what to do to fix a boy,
Who's got a…
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THE TOUCH OF A HAND.
409.2
At times when the world seems dead,
And the heart is bound in frost,
Where every bird or blossom
Forgotten is, or lost;
A hand is laid in ours-
Ah, the world is not so wrong,
And for every bud that blooms
The…
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The Girl Who Used to Be.
121.2
Here's an end to loving; here we part," you say;
"Life, the cruel master, has to have his way.
We have had our pleasant vision, you and I-
Now the daylight calls me: I must say good-by."
Glib your tongue to frame…
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The Binary Farmer Son.
377.3
But hunger it came creeping on; poor girl, she cried with woe.
And for to find his murderers she straightway home did. co.,
Saying. "Parents, dear, you soon shall hear of a shocking deed that's done
In yonder…
Meet Me Over There.
457.2
A little child was dying.
And called her father near.
And, on hias arm reclining.
She whispered in his ear:
Chorus-
I going home to glory,
A golden crown to wear.
Oh, meet me, meet me,
Meet me over there.
The…
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The Free.
148.4
The carrion vultures of the town,
Who plunder a stricken foe,
But eagles eagles they who strike their
Alive, nor fear a blow. prey
Bold hearts they be, and large and free
Is life as they bravely make it;
And thus they…
Broken Love.
490.3
If there is no change in the ocean
There will be no change in the sea:
If there is no change in you, my love,
There will be no change in me.
Chorus-
For the storms roll o'er the ocean,
And the waves roll o'er the sea:…
An Autumn Luxury.
229.4
Life seems a whole lot sweeter
When election day draws near.
It is neater an' completer- Leastways' that's how things ap- pear,
Nearly every kind o' blessin'
You could wish for comes in reach
When the candidate's…
A PRAYER PERFECT.
James Whitcomb Riley's
272.4.
Dear Lord, kind Lord,
Gracious Lord, I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love
Tenderly to-day!
Weed their hearts of weariness,
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings
Winnowing the air.
Bring…
Job's Comforter.
160.2
Grim trouble lasteth but a day.
Cheer up! Cheer up! ye blue ones!
Let us be happy while we may:
Grim trouble lasteth but a day.
Our sorrows soon will pass away,
And then we'll have some new ones!
Grim trouble lasteth…
Cooking In The Street
92
We passed through fire and earthquake,
And close to famine's hungry jaws
We're seen such rights in Frisco,
As have made the whole world pause
We,ve seen such sights in Frisco,
Burned to ushes at our feet
But for undiluted…
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San Francisco.
249.5
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.
Marry's Dream.
180.5
The moon had climbed the highest hill
That rises o'er the source of Deo,
And from her eastern summit shed
Her silvery light on tower and tree.
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
Her thoughts on Bandy, for at sea,
When…
The Old fashioned Homestead
905
I will do remember the old fashioned homestead,
That beautiful place where I first saw the light;
Where oft to have played on the green when in
childhood
That lovely old spot was so happy and bright
The garden…
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The Cry of the Children
231
Our hills lie naked, gaunt and gray
With ashes heaped on hearth and head,
We stand in funeral array
And mourn our dead
When fair winds blow we rate as men;
When cities sway and tremble, we Are but
Thy little…
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