THE SUSTAINING HAND.
255.1
The little child win wakes at night.
Affrighted at the somber gloom,
And clamors for a ray of light
To drive the darkness from the room,
To quiet dreamland sweetly goes,
Contented if a hand is near,
Caressingly,…
NEW ENGLAND TO " THE QUEEN CITY."
544.2
"Jac" Lowell, author of "New England Snap Shots."
From mountains green, from cloud-capped granite hills,
From throbbing marts and peace-protected farms,
We send to thee a shout of grand grand "good-wills,"…
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SHE'S IN SOCIETY.
554.9
Her mother named her "A-l-i-c-e,"
But she's changed that now, I see.
In print it spells "A-l-y-s."
She's learned to flirt and to finesse.
It takes her teasing brother Hal
To bring her down. He calls her "Al."
…
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Post Little Blossom.
399.9
"But I remember he striked at pour mama,
His face was an red and so wild:
Alld I remember he striked at peer mamma
And hurted his poor little child.
"But I loves him and I dess I go find him;
Perhaps he'll come…
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New Year's Eve
837
If you're waking, call me early, call me early
mother deur,
For I would see the run rise upon the glad now
your:
It is the last New Year that I shall ever see; Then you may lay me low in the wold and think
no more of me
Tonight…
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ON THE BURIAL CIRCUIT.
304.7
They call me through the telephone:
Each of the joy of her heart makes known;
One has a lily, and one has a rose,
Blossomed in spite of the deep winter snows.
Bright in their windows these glow and glow,
Orange…
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THE WORLD GROWS BETTER.
404.5
Oh, the earth is full of sinning.
And of trouble and of woe,
But the devil makes an inning
Every time we say it's so.
And the way to set him scowling.
And to put him back a pace,
Is to stop this stupid growling…
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San Francisco Redeemed
66
Serenely proud has been thy reign,
Fair mistress of the Golden Gate,
NO Now through through they Great Baptismal Fire,
Predestined to a Great Estate
Ambassadors from every clime
Have here their flags unfurled;…
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ANOTHER OPTIMIST.
370.6
Dey ain't no use in sighin'
You cumberin' de groun': You sho' ter git what comin'
When de
Wheel Turn
Roun'!
You'll fetch up over yander
What dar's honey by de poun',
En milk enough to drown you
When de
Wheel
Turn
roun'
…
HYMEN.
384.11
Winds kiss and twine
Leaves of the vine;
Birds meet their mates in the blue.
Heart of the rose
Honey-bee knows,
Heart of my heart knows you!
Rising tides reach
Arms to the beach;
Star mates with star in the blue.
Dawn…
Return.
281.5
We can't return when all is ended here
To right the wrongs we do, to mend mistakes;
We can't return to dry a single tear
Or sooth one heart that for our folly aches.
An Old Man's Story.
169.5
"Tis only an oid man's strory-a tale we have oftheard told
In a thousand forms and fancies, by the yourg sa ni well as old.
A tale of life drenged hellwa.d. bound down by a demon's chain.
Till the friendly hand of…
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A Lenten Rhapsody.
560.8
No, the house is not a-ûre
Where that smoke doth kiss the sky,
And that music is no lyre,
Twanging with wild melody.
It is just the rip and roar,
Sneeze and whip and smut and souse,
Aching limbs and joints all…
A Thanksgiving Obeing.
489.1
"Come, hear the tale I would unfold," said the Gobbler to his flock,
"For what the stars this day have told has given me a shock.
"The zodiac, in days of old, with twelve signs was com plete,
But woe is me,…
MOTHER'S SMILE.
399.5
When I bin swimmin' all day lou,
An' had a fight or two,
An' come home in the ev'in' time
A-feelin' mad and blue,
There's just one thing that always seems
My angry thoughts to smother,
An I fergit 'em when I лес…
Pity the Poor Poet
503
(As He Wrote It)
Myrtilla's mouth is small and red,
Her eyes are big and blue,
The hair is golden on her head,
Her skin is creamy hue
(As Copled by a Northern Paper)
Myrtilla's mouth is small and red,
Her eyes…
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Her Sealskin Sacque
835
The girl is much distressed
The moths, a busy crew
Have done their level best
To make it peek-a-boo
-Louisville Courier-Journal
Sorrow.
165.6
The sorrow that nobody mentions,
The sorrow no ons may share
Is the sorrow the dear Lord giveth
His sweetest, tenderest care.
He places his hand on the wellspring.
The quivering lipe refrain. orth in denance
And the eyes…
I Just Came Back to Say Goodbye.
454.4
A loving husband held his wife ploen to his throb bing heart,
"Be b brave, And paidy hard to part my darling, for 1 know 'Lis
I leave you with my dearest friend, who'll watch c'er babe and you."
Then,…
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PRAYER.
467.2
I stood upon the threshold; musical
Reverberant footsteps ghostlike came and went
And my lips trembled as magnificent
Before me rose a vision of that hall
Whereof great Milton is the mighty wall,
Shakespeare the dome with…
THE SUSTAINING HAND.
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