Country LIfe.
550.5
The pleasures of a country life
Appeal to us just now.
We want to roam the grassy meads,
And watch the festive cow.
We want to climb the old stone wall,
And find a shady nook,
Where we can loaf all afternoon
Beside…
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A DEAD ONE.
563.2
Brathes there a man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself has said:
"My trade of late is getting bad:
I'll try another ton-inch ad."
If such there be go mark him well;
For him no bank account will swell,
No angels watch…
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McGINNIS AND THE UNION LABEL.
463.3
Has it got the union label, McGin- nis used to say,
Has it got the union label, show it to me if you're able,
If it hasn't got the label take the bloomin' thing away.
McGinnis had no children though he…
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At an Open-Air Bakery.
297.1
"My little man of grimy fist,
How busy you appear;
Your wondering eyes of amethyst
Widen with sudden fear approach, all
Your bakeshop in the open air.
"Now shake hands, Master Oh-so-Shy,
And speak up how…
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Cruiskeen Lawn.
234.6
Let the farmer praise his grounds, as the hunter does his hounds.
And the shepherd his sweet scented lawn,
While I. more blest than they, spend each night and day each happy
With my smiling little cruiskeen lawn, lawn,…
The Sally Bride's Lament.
271.2
'Twas early spring, the year was young.
The flowers they bloomed and the birds they sung.
And all were glad, but none so giad an I.i
For ny love, a salior led, was nigh.
'Tis scarce three months since we were…
Secondary Autoitis.
369.7
If he snorts regardless by you
With his goggles on his nose,
And you know he is a scorcher
By his automobile clothes;
If he talks about his "chauffeur"
In a very offhand way,
Then be sure your new acquaintance…
Bring Back My Boy.
256.8
Out in the cold world and far away from home
Some mother's boy is wandering all alone:
No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right:
Some mother's boy is honielers tonight:
Search till you find him and bring him…
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Our City Beautiful
93
Een tho' our hearts be steeped in tears
And, bent our souls by miery:
Een tho we look where once we loved-
That loved, now ashes at our feet,
Stifle, they cry-who dares to weep?
Raise up thine head and worship Goal!…
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Arroyo Al's Cow Pony.
70.3
I took a trip the summer to the market with some
steers,
And I struck an Eastern city where they sell you
tuba fer beers;
I was feelin' pretty yowlish and I couldn't say my
name.
When I wound up somehow 'nuther, at…
AFTER.
294.7
One who was rich picked out a spot
High on a noble hill, and there
He built himself a costly tomb,
That all the people might know where
He rested when his work was done,
The marble glistened in the sun;
The white shaft towered…
Flag the Traiin.
169.3
(The last words of Engineer Edward Kennar. who died in a railroad accident near St. Johns- ville. N. Y.)
Go, flag the train, boys! Flak the train!
Nor waste the time on me:
But les me by my shattered cab;
Tis better…
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Leave Taking.
233.3
You, who do not know, stand by the door and watch from there,
Impatient at the long delay and foolish care
With which I take each little thing from its accustomed place-
The tiny clock, and old Satsuma vase,
The imaged…
HONEST. NOW.
442.3
Brother, with a mind to grumble
At the place you occupy.
Don't you think it is your level,
Though it isn't very high?
Don't you think, if you were worthy,
You'd get farther up, somehow-
That the fault is in your idols?…
PAN IN THE CATSKILLS.
Bliss Carman.
506.1
They say that he is dead, and now no more
The reedy syrinx sounds among the hills,
When the long summer heat is on the land.
But I have heard the Catskill thrushes sing,
And therefore am incredulous…
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The Golden Stairs.
384.3
Put away those little dresses
That our darling used to wear;
She will need them on her never,
She has climbed the golden stairs
She is with the happy angels,
And I long for her sweet kiss,
Where her little feet…
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The Dead and the Quick.
599.2
The sky was steel, the wind, a knife.
I passed by Trinity's old graves,
Close-crowded by the city's life-
And yet, the city saves!
The wind did search me through and through,
When, looking past the pale, I…
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DA FAITH OF AUNTA ROSA.
560.9
You know my Aunta Rosa? No?
I weesha dat you could:
She w'at you call "da leevin' saint,"
Baycause she ees so good.
She got so greata, stronga faith,
She don'ta nevva care
For doin' anytheeng at all
But…
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Green Grows the Laurel.
84-7
I once list a true love, but now I have honel
She has gone und left me, I live all alone.
I live all alone, and contented I'll be Till she finds another one better than ma
Chorus-
Green grows the laurel, clinging…
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