Twas Our Last Good-by

Twas Our Last Good-By. 170.4 In the shade of a weeping willow, Where the violets are in bloom. Sleeps a fair and lovely maiden In the cold and silent tomb. Once she and I were sweethearts; She was faithful true, and braver Now beneath a…

The Village Oracle

The Village Oracle 84-1 Beneath the weather-Lenten porch That shades the village store He sits at care, an aged man Of three-score years or more That ample seat for him is placed Beside the opell door, His face is very keen and shrewd,…

A Toast

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A Toast. 6.2 I would drink a toast "New Frisco," Our beautiful city of godl; The, health to her pretty maidens, And health to her gallants bold. Here's health to her patient mothers, To her fathers old and gray; Here's a quaff to our dear…

WHEN LOVERS PART

WHEN LOVERS PART. 276-1. WHEN the lover from the loved one goes, Some viewless watcher knows: And a volce doth say, "Oh stay, oh stay! Love's roses wither, drop away." WHEN the loved one's arms the lover leaves, Some viewless watcher…
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Mary’s Prayer.

Mary's Prayer. 591.9 That father rose in penitence: sweet thoughts within him stirred. A yearning, warm desire to hear from God's own word Those prectous truthe she thus had llaped in ac Cents sweet and mild: He placed the Bible in her hand;…

The Birth of the Ivy.

The Birth of the Ivy. 473.2 Many and many a year ago (I tell the tale as 'twas told to me). A lady lived in her own proud hall A lady of high degree. And many a knight came wooing her. For stately and fair was she The fairest, statellest…

THE SUNRISE SONG.

THE SUNRISE SONG. 255.5 I. Ef you want ter reach de Promise Lan 'en'git de milk en honey You must always see de sunrise in de mawnin'! Ef you want ter hear de jingle er a pocket full er money You must…
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BUSINESS PROSPECTS FOR MR. HEARST.

BUSINESS PROSPECTS FOR MR. HEARST. 489.7 If Willie Hearst were President (by some mischance infernal), The whole United States would be an annex to his Journal. The Daily Jolt would scream with him in scarehead type untidy, He'd make a war…

At Salute.

At Salute. 528.5 The kind stands by and baies his head Why is it so? I was a clod (he would have said) An hour ago. An hour ago, ere I was dead. I would have barod, And he, the king, with needless tread Onward had fared. And now, this change-what…
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THE FISHERMAN’S RUBAIYAT.

THE FISHERMAN'S RUBAIYAT. 544.3 Wake! for the clock is several hours late, And in the pools the eager troutlets wait, All longing for the brilliant-colored fly- While from your flask sounds gurgle of the bait. I sometimes think that never…

Until Equity Is Here.

Until Equity Is Here. 597.4 In the rustle of the cornfields And the plowman's weary tread; And the fingers of the tassels, Raised beseechingly o'erhead, In them all a thousand volces Whisper in the list ning ear. "Toll will ne'er possess…

LYRIC IN MAY.

LYRIC IN MAY. 390.3 The glad, eternal spirit of the Spring Steals o'er the greening earth liko some soft sigh. The mating birds will soon begin to sing; And thou and I, Sweetheart, and thou and I? Over the purple foothills in the west The…

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

Voiceless

Voiceless. 234.2 The poet sinned, and God said." This be his hell" The rivers sang him their lyrics. The forests weaved him their spell. He followed the Spring and Summer, knowing the winds by name. He saw the riddle of Life when the maples…

EUOHARIST.

EUOHARIST. 522.4 Thanks be for doubt that ends In clearer light; Thanks be for loss that lends Fresh faith to sight. Grew not the fallow brown, Spring stood afar; Did not the sun go down, Never a star. Thanks be for shame that whips On to…

Which?

Which? 1343 John Smith is thrice a millionaire, Quite rapid's been his rise, A shrewd and calculating man The world accounts him wise; A scruple he has never let Retard his upward way, The question alv always is with him, At all times,…

Where the Cotton Blossom Grew

Where the Cotton Blossom Grew. 359.1 Picture tonight & field of snowy White. Hear the darkies singing soft and low, I long there to be For some one waits for me. Down where the cotton blossoms grow. As I reached that dear old place Every…

The Open Door.

The Open Door. 343.5 Young Mother Hubbard, two years wed, Left one day all alone In Husband's mother's house, observed Poor Fido beg a bone. So to a cupboard straight she hied And, flinging back the deal door wide, Let loose not one bone,…

Which Oae?

Which Oae? 4229 There were two little kittine, a black and a gras And grandmamma said with a frown: "Twiil never do to keep them both; the black one we had better drown Don't cry, my dear," to tiny Bess: "one kitten is nough to keep: Now…

The Widow Malone

The Widow Malone. By Charles Lever. 64.1 Did ye hear of the Widow Mulone, Who lived in the town of Athlone. Ochone! Alone? Oh! she meited the hearts Of the swaing in them parts. So lovely the Widow Malone Ochone! So lovely the Widow Malone.…