THE SONG OF THE PINES.

THE SONG OF THE PINES. 384.12 The pines were asleep in the mid-day heat, That quivered down the lea, But they waked with the roar of a wave- swept shore When the wind came in from the sea. They sang of ships and the bo's'n piped, The…

Uncle Bill’s Farmin’

Uncle Bill's Farmin'. 208.5 Ole Uncle Bill wuz a shiftless cuss, Sunflowers usually took his outs: His tater crop wus usu'lly dug, Half by hisself an' half by his shoats. When he reaped his grain all foul with weeds, He'd twist up a bunch…

BIRD WITH BOSOM RED.

BIRD WITH BOSOM RED. 531.1 When the winds of winter blow, And the air is thick with snow, Drifting over hill and hollow, Whitening all the naked trees Then the bluebird and the jay And the oriole fly away Where the bobolink and swallow…

A Relapse

A Relapse. 297.7 Within the city's din and dust, Its heat and toil and friction, I dwelt, as many mortals must, Till saddened with affliction. I called a doctor, one I knew To be a skilled reliever Of human ills; said he, "Sir, you Are…

Dirge

Dirge. By E. Nesbit. 64.4 Let Summer go To other garders, here we have no need of her. She smiles and beckons, but we take no ha ed of her, Who love not Summer, but bare boughs and snow. Set the snow free To choke the insolent triumph of…

A. Pope to Date

A. Pope to Date. 234.1 Weary of gauds, disgusted with the shows, We turn from riot, "bubbles," rouge and beaux, Smile as we leave the garish social whirl, Omit to smoke, play bridge, besmirch, or curl; Eschew the scandals of our well-bred…

Her Sealskin Sacque

Her Sealskin Sacque. 83.5 The girl is much distressed. The moths, a busy crew. Have done their level best To make it peek-a-boo. -Louisville Courier-Journal.

THE LAST WORD.

THE LAST WORD. 390.4 You who once loved me, let me not un- heard Go from you to the night. Only for old love's sake I claim the word That is the dying's right. Well have you done to turn your eyes from mine. My sin hath locked your door. I.…

Shining Example.

Shining Example. 255-4 Jes' go 'long good natured, Dat's de safes' way: Sun goes on a-beaming An' a-smilin' all de day. Keeps de crops a-growin' An' de blossoms an' de fruits, Until de storm come 'round an' try To lif' 'em by…

The Beggar Girl.

The Beggar Girl. 329.6 Over the mountain and over the moor Barefoot and cold I wander forlorn. My father is dead and my mother Is poor. She weeps o'er the days that will never return. Chorus: Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity, Keen…

A Traveler

A Traveler By Olinton Sollard 951 A By Clinton Beollard in Outlook Into the dusk and snow One fared on yesterday; No man of us may know By what mysterious way He had been comrade long; We fain would hold him still; But, though our will…

THANKSGINING.

THANKSGINING. By James Whitcomb Riley 275.7 Let us be thankful-not only because Hluce last our universal thanks were told, We have grown greater in the world's applause And fortune's newer smiles surpass the old- But thankful for all things…

The Orginal Summer Girl

The Orginal Summer Girl. 84-13 Was Eve a Summer girl? I hate To answer this at all; But I can state, at any rate, She came before the Fall.

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…

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…

Weeny Wee Bear

Weeny Wee Bear. 115.3 NCE I told the baby boy ON a story- Not a tale of ancient fame and glory. Not of castles grim and battles gory. Yet he loved it well; Parted little lips drank in its treasure, Shining little eyes poured out their pleasure,…

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…