Climate Confusion.

Climate Confusion. 436.4 Christmas is a-comin' Dat's what the white folks say. But de sun it keep a-shinin' Jes de same as if 'twas May An' I specks to see de roses An' the butterfiles an' bees, An' de early buds a burstin', 'Stid o'…

SWEET SEPTEMBER DAYS.

SWEET SEPTEMBER DAYS. 294.8 The sweet September days are here, The days of misty dreaming; The haze, the cloud, and then the clear Sweet autumn beauty gleaming. The sweet September days that bring Such drifts of golden weather, And round…

After the Years.

After the Years. 410.2 When you went back to the old home place had the mountain become a hill? Had the raging river your boyhood knew shrunk down to a peaceful rill? Were the monster trees in the old front yard but half of their former size? Was…

From Riverside.

From Riverside. 464.5 Below the river's liquid steel Is damascened by sun and wind: Above, the ospreya swoop and wheel; Peyond, the impending Palisades Flush with their vivid summer shades, Sheer and superb and sharp defined. The dome…

The Point of View.

The Point of View. 528.9 The Earthworm said: "What stuple folks! They really give me pains. They actually don't know onsigh To come out when it raina!" -Margaret Ashmun

We Shall Know.

We Shall Know. 383.6 We shall know by Intuition, By the love light on their face Call unchanged by the transition), By the tender soul embrace- Know the lovely ones we cherished. Early fallen in the strife: Oh! the hopes that with them…

Dreams

Dreams. 176.8 If the iceman should come to me some day, While weighing out a plece at my back door, And, dropping it upon the porch, should say: "It was so cold last year and year before, The crop is long and we have cut the price"- If he…

Where He Leads Me I Will Follow

Where He Leads Me I Will Follow. 202.7 I can hear the Bavlor calling, In the tenderest accents calling: On my our there words are "Take thy crows, and dally follow nie." falling! Chorus- I will take yiy crows and follow. My dear Havlor…

Good-Bye To Chinatown

Good-Bye Chinatown 61 Oh! where are the smells of Chinatown That punctured the sait sea air, And the steep lod street and the sandal'd Dot's Feet! And the Nolpe? fend in his lair? Oh! where are the lanterns that swung anout, With their dragons…
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FATHER, MOTHER AND I.

FATHER, MOTHER AND I. 464.2 We three have walked together, In the days so long gone by: When the world was seemed true; Father and Mother and I. new and all You held my hand so surely, Lest my wayward feet should stray In the tangled…

San Francisco

San Francisco 63 Earth trmbled like a wounded bird on wing; Dark, hushed and still was everything, Save those in horror of that hour, who heard again, Earth laboring in her stress of pain, Proud structures with granite walls and tower, Crumbled…

Our Stricken City

Our Stricken City 245 You are now among the fallen, our "City of the West," You held your head so proudly, you were among the best; And how we dearly loved you as you overlooked the bay! You were so strong and beautiful, and what are you…

Jolly Students

Jolly Students. 202.8 You may talk about your colleges, fair Harvard and old Yale, And all the universities whose banners brave the gale, Of the azure flag of Cambridge, and old Oxford' snoble blue. That fly in far old England over hearts…

Locality

Locality. 160.5 As children little clothes, the great out grow The places that they once inhabited- The truly great ones, the immortal dead Who left a name and roverance below. And when, perchance, the kindly people show Where they were born…

A Bar’s Rest

A Bar's Rest. 147.3 (A Paris restaurant advertises "dinners without music." The cuisine is retined, the wines excel- lent, but It bases its claim to popularity on the absence of music.) Oho! let us fly to the continong. For we've heard…

LOVING WORDS.

LOVING WORDS. 553.9 Can'st thou, by any scrutiny of thine. Tell what's beneath the surface of a face? Or know, by any demonstrated line The points where joy and trouble interlace? Dost then define a smile as all is well-- And frown determine…

Toyland

Toyland. 282.4 When you've grown up, my dears, there comes n dreary day When 'mid the locks of black appears The first pale gleam of gray, my dears, The first pale gleam of gray. Then of the past you'll dream, as gray haired grown-ups do,…

The Sword of Bunker Hill.

The Sword of Bunker Hill. William Ross Wallace. 549.2 He lay upon his dying bed, His eye was growing dim, When with a feeble volce he called His weeping son to him. "Weep not, my son," the vet'ran said, "I bow to heaven's high will, But…

I Love To Live

I Love to Live 844 said the prattling boy, As he gasly played with his new bought toy: And his merry laugh went echoing forth From a besom filled with joyous mirth ""I love to live,' said the stripling bold; 'I would toll for wealth I would…

You Kissed Me.

You kissed me! My head Dropped low on your breast With a feeling of shelter And infinite rest; While the holy emotions My tongue dared not speak Flashed up in a flame From my heart to my cheek. Your arms held me fast; Oh! your arths…