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Uiiou^lG^ I CONTENTS Page Little John Hull 7 The Roast Beet Man ^ The Milkman 9 The Pieman ^° The Way of the World » • Mothers Know Best ^^ A Substitute ^ ^ The Moo-Cow '4 Santa Claus Fort^ot ^ 5 Jeffs Krismus J^' Puzzled '7 iR Grievances Dad's Rival 20 Ant Bee ^' Unfair 22 The Wedding Dress 23 Counterfeits ■^'^ The Tables Turned 25 The Wild Horse 26 The Home Missionary 27 Hard Lines 29 The Arrival 30 Dolls 32 Doubting Arthur 34 Missing 35 "Saint Frances" 3^ Death's Music 37 CONTENTS Page O Mother Heart 38 He Sleeps 39 He ( ji\etli His Hel(jV(-(l Sleep 40 A Memory 41 A Vision 42 Dreaming 43 Sprine 44 V )ur ( )\vn 45 Our Absent Boys 4() The ^Vaking Stream 47 The Valley 48 "Risen With C/hrist" 49 DreaminL^ ami Wakinji 50 Someu here Land si The Pen 52 A Phenomenon ^3 Summer 54 Life S5 "Not Chanired hut Glorified" 5(j Who Ha*- Not Heard 57 Once in Mother Karth's Hrown Bosom 58 Persephone Her Dreamrobe Cast Aside 59 \Vhat of 'I'ho'^e Other Battlefield^' 60 I.l TTLF JOHN HUM. LITTLE JOHN BULL Young John Bull went to visit his neighbor And see all the wonderful sights; He thought Paris a leal fairy city Just out of "Arabian Nights." But the language to him was a puzzle — VV^hy should bread be spelt like a pain, And how could e, a, u (o) mean water, What kept them irom making French plain? Johnny said ihnt his ears felt so homesick, Hearing only strange words all day. So, one morn when he wakened up early. A cock crowing not far away Quite enraptured surprised little Johnny, And made him cry out in his glee, "W^ake up. Daddy, that rooster speaks English! I want you to catch him for me." THE ROAST BEEF MAN O the roast beef man, who is only three, Comes brinjiing his little cart. Filled with make-believes in the butcher's line. Choice bits from the play-worKl mart. When I ask. "How much are your wares to-day?" The figures are very high; "Eight hunded dol," is the favorite price, But somehow 1 always bu\ , For the roast beef man is persistent too. As peddlers are apt to be ; Like them lu- comes at mv busiest times, But he does not care, not he. At night when he's gone to the fair dream world, There are tilings to parch and darn That he tore while placing his tiery ^tP'-d In quaintly improvised barn. (). roast beet man, with \(>ur -ueet roguish face, You are a poem indeed. Living before me in sunshine and storm With joy and pruht 1 n ul. Ah. who can tell what Oie swift passiivj vears Ma\ bring to \ou or to me? Though >our business chanec. in vour mother's heart Still the roast beef man \ou'll be. 8 THE MILKMAN Hark! the milkman's cart is built with a squeak, I can hear it a block away ; And his milk cans rattle recklessly round As he calls at my house each day. The milk he serves has a watery look, But I care not a whit for that. For the milkman's a most enticing chap When he {gallantly doffs his hat. He gives such good measure that some -i)ills out In a chalky stream on the Hour; Instead of chiding, 1 pass maple fudge. As his pa\ , through the open door. Then — the milkman tenders a sticky kiss, Sweet miniature man of five; With his mischievous face and starry eyes He's the dearest thinii alive! As he mo\es away with his rusty cans, And his much-prized tho\igh battered cart, I feel what a blank \\i>uld my future be. Should milkman and 1 drift apart! THE PIEMAN After rain comes a pieman to my door, All his pies just freshly made; They are brown as brown, oh, so juicy, too; He's an expert at his trade. The pieman has stolen my heart, ala^! He has such bewitching eyes. When he smiles his face is a sunlit flower, He is worth a world of pies. The pieman is clad in blue overalls, They are muddy, I must confess, And so are his cheeks and his chubby hands, And his pies are mud, I gucs<;. But 1 buy them all, for my heart would break If he came to my door no more; I pay him in cookie^, he gives me hues, For my pieman is only four. 10 THE WAY OF THE WORLD Hark, the tanager sings! Sweet Summer is here. No requiem sunp over Spring's lonely bier. O, fie, fickle world, how you welcomed young Spring — Now but a memory already a-wing! 1 1 MOTHERS KNOW BEST A mother fish said to her son, "Now listen, Tom, my dear, "Vour appetite for worms pray curb— They're bad this time of j-ear." But Master Tom knew best he thoupht, So tossed his wayward head; "I've eaten worms before." said "And yet I am not dead." he. Just then a tempting one appeared \V'ithiii his sheltered pool — "What luck!" cried he. "ril dine off that Or else I'd be a fool!" And stretching wide his greedv mouth. The juicy worm he too!: — Alas! Alack! Poor foolish Tom! The worm was on a hook! 13 A substitutp: One Sunda\ when nn mimmy woke She felt so drefful Mck. That Da(iH\ said he'd do the work — M\ Dad he's jest a brick! Pocir Mammy proaned but hu'd in bed, Dad dressed hissclt an' me. Then h't tlie h're an' made for Mam A nice strong cup of tea. He burnt his finders pretty bad Most iift\ times that day; He didn't cry b'ke I'd 'a' done, Wish I couhi act that w a\-. His dinner was jest bew-ti-ful! Mince pic an' fudce an' cake; I ate an' ate till I was full An' ■>umpin 'can to ake. I hen dad he made a frinper drink, An' poured it liow n my f rnat ; My. how it burnt! I spit it out Rieht on his new house coat. I spilt the ink, too, on his book, The ruiz an' other thinps. An' cut hi> shavinfr stick most up, f.ost Mammy's pretty rings. But when I a>t for jelly, then Dad said a word like "jam" Ap' not real cross an' stamped about, Rut I kep' cool an' cam. He hustled me to bed 'fore dark. The saniln^an hadn't come — Dad said he'd rather shuvvel coal Than jest mind me at home. THE MOO-COW In the pla.vroom I hear a plantfve moo ao I open the door, and lo A moo-cou- is chewing a scantv cud -Moving restlessly to and fro! As soon as the animal spies me there It gives a loud 'moomoo-moo-moo!' And rushes my way with tt-rrific force, To gore my poor frame through and through. I hold out an apple, it ->ees the bait. Its fierceness is gone in a trice; Instead of horns I feel velvety lips, And soft kisses for stabs suflice. ' Then the moo-cow gives me a great big hug, And cuddles itself in my arm*; Not for untold gold would I part with it, For my heart this quaint moo-cow charm^! »4 SAxNTA CLAUS FORGOT It's awful hard to 'memher things My Muvver tells to mc ; One day she scd, "Play out a hour — " I must 'a' stayed for three. When I conied in she spanked me good An' sed I'd 'member that — I uisht when she was doin' it I had 'a' been the cat. For cats kin be out long's they please An' no one thinks they's bad, But little girls what's not on time Makes growed folks drefful mad! Now there's Kriss Kringle — he forgits. An' he's lots older'n me — Last Krismus Eve I ast for things As loud a,s loud could be — I sed, "Please bring a great big doll With heaps an' heaps of clo'es — He broughted one athout a ^ ; The poor thing looked 'n.^ roze. I ast hin for a little trunk With really lock an' key — But 'sted, he putted bonbon things All round my Krismus tree. Well — p'raps he 'members gooder now. An' pretty soon I'll see; But if he don't, I won't git cross, For twouldn't pay to be — 'Cause Santa might git mad hisself. An' then I'd be "mo-^t killed If after'ards a Krismus comed Athout my stockin' filled. 15 JEFFS KRISMUS Wen Krismus is a comin' near, ^ T smell it in the air — The e is calces an' pies an' puridin's Starin' at me ev'rvw here ; But they make a feller hungry. Fer it's "Jeff, mind, doncher touch!" So I keep on feel in' empty, Fer the smell don't fill me much. But w'en The Dav is really here, I'm paid fer starvin' so, Fer Maw sez, "Jeff, now eat jer fill.' Gee whiz! then I ain't slow! The turkey fair flies down my throat, Petaters chases b'Tts, Plum puddin' rusho in on top. An' homemade Krismus sweets! Then course I hev to eat the thimrs St. Nick put in my sock — Next day my head feels kinder queer — f.ikc pounded with a rock — An' Maw she makes me lay in bed Jest 'cause my head's so sore. But soon I'm well — an' countin' days Till Krismus comes some more! i6 PUZZLED L as' week Pav\ had a talk with me An' sed, " 'F,e\ander Brown, It vnu 'Ion "t (]uit a-losin' thioL'-. We II soon he on the toxvti. It take s 'most ev'ry rent I ern To feed your hunjin- t;t< e An' huy the t lo'e^ you hatter wear, 'Thout havin' to replace "Spoons, hammers, sizzers, axes, nive> You lug off by the tun ; You play with 'em fer jisr a spell. An' then away you nm An' newer think to brine: 'cm back — Wat's best fer me to do ? I hate like thiuider to lamba^V A little chap like \ou !" Paw 'peared to feel so ter'bul bad. T telled him where I hid Mau 's silver spoons an' jooi'ry box A pla\in' Cap'n Kid. Ne\' day I digjzcd my garden up An' 'scovered lots of things: Then Paw an' Maw \\as gav as larks - I 'most could ;°e thei r Winers] But parents is sich futmy folks — Wen playin' groc'ry store, I tooked a sugar skoop of Alaw'.;— 'Tain't rnun' here enny more- Then Paw he jerked me 'c rost his Soon I was feel in' sad- How is it men's so awful good, An' little boys is bad? 17 kn re. GRIEVANCES Dear Can 'ma. I've an orful knf, So had to wait for Pa To writf this letter Houn for me, He's pot more time than Ma. ' I had to promise lots of things ^ Before a word he'd write — That he coidd iiive me med'sin niee, An' rub m\ froat to-ni^ht. An that stime mornin' jest at two I'd git into his bed. An' let him scratch my little back, An' sit on top his head. I wish you'd come an' play with me, M) Pa does pretty we'', But— my, wh.it queer word> Pa put> down! I wi-U that he (duh) spell — I d.i.ent i.irrv b\ her r.ti! f^ur big malteaser lal ; An' if I lick my plate. Pa says The little pigs do that. One night I had the colick bad. An' course I made a row ; Mv Pa said to nu Ma, "What ails I"hat little rasial now ?' 1 h( II I'.i c ame o\(r to m\ ( rib An' said. "Poor little pet!" How 'ceitful that was wasn't it? It makes me real mad vet! He gave me Parr\ gorick first. Jimachey Ginger ton. An' said in his most 'ceittul u av, "Poor little dear, shu — shu !" i8 Dear G'an'nia, I must say dood-by, Please scuse othogerphee, Pa slipped his spellin' in sometimes, An' wouldn't spell like me. Please 'cept a great big heap of love, An' kisses sixteen, one. From your own lovin' g'an'child May, For now my letter's done. 19 DAD'S RIVAL IM luv to see St. NiVk'lus uunst Afore he lia>ster die, He nius' be )iitt':n' pow'rtul old. But whew. h. :iwtul spn-! It be;trs me hou he t'its anjiui' \Vith rill them piles uv toys, ^^'"' ';l';"'^"' down chimblevs Cris'imis K\e A-fiiiin' <()( ks tVr boys. One time I h:jllered up the >nate, "Be sure \ou brinjr a horse— A 'iKjrmous roekin' kine, I mean, VVith stir-ups, too, a course!" Ne\' iiiornin', 'tore it t^otfeil li^ht, I sneakeil real soft downstairs An' toun' the beutifullcst ,,ne— The beste^t enn\\\heres! Las' year I writ a tuVe, lon^' note An' 'dressed it to St. Nii k ; It telled I'd like a trike or gun — I'd let him take his pick. I putted two bi^^ centses in An' -vd. "Thfrn's your'n from me- I b'leexe he liked 'em, ter hr br Both thinL''s I .ist ter irunij; -ee .' This year, fer fear he'll soon ^-ir dead, I'lI try to keep awake — I've iirowed so big I think I lan— An' fiiv his han' a shake. I luv Kriss Kingle nexter Dad! An' w'en he starts to die I know he'll uit to Fleav'n all right, But itill— I'll hafter cry! 20 ANT BEE When Ant Bee goes in the kitchen, Fer jest a little while, There's a smell like somethin's fn'in'. An' soon a'nornous pile Of deliciousest big fried cakes Athout a middle hole — Think it's do'nuts what she calls 'em — Lays vvaitin' ler to roll Down the red lane ( t' ain't one really) An' then they finds their way In>;ide a saferer cake box Than Ma's is enny day. Lots an' lots keeps disappearin', Ant Bee seems downright glad ; Now, my Ma she wouldn't 'low it, 'Twould make her awful mad. Since Ant Bee came here to visit, I have a heap more fun — When I'm good she gives me candy, But Ma won't give me none. An' it's been so horrid rainy My clo'es git full of mud. But Ant Bee don't let Ma see 'em. She cleans off ev'rv dud. Then she mends my holey stockin's, An' patches up my pants; I hate to ask fer new ones, Eer Pa he allers rants. Oh, Ant Bee's 'most good as Chrismus' An' soon's I've growed r-al old — Don'fher tell — us two'll git married — Her beau'U look awful sold! 21 UNFAIR W^cn iiie comp'ny comes to dinner I natter be perlite; Can't^ take bones up in my fingers An' r;()thin' seems jus' right. I love 'taters soaked uith gravy, But if I ask fer more Daddy laf?s, which 'tracts folks' 'tention An makes my feelins sore. But the company's helped 'thout askin'— Dad piles their plates up high With the veg'tibuls an' chicken— A wunder they don't die. Oh, I wish I was them people Wat's coaxed so hard to eat, 'Stead of me w'at's 'most forgotten T et hasster look real sweet ! WVn the 'sert's brung on the tabic They i^it a lot of pie — Daddy cuts fny piece so little. Could put it in my eye; So, a*; soon's the dinner's over, I'm 'bliged to help myself, An' I sneak out to the pantry, VV'here'v goodies on the shelf. W-en I'm through I lick the crumbs up, But somehow Mum can tell, An' she sez, "You're frightful greedy. You keep your room a spell." W-i most 'ears old. So my dress it was the bestest — Wunder Meggie dident scold. This year Meg's growed into my dress, Hers is long enuff for me 'Cause Mum sewed on lots of 'sertion Think it's mean as mean can be! For I made a 'licious plan up — Made it out of my own head — Hundred years Fd keep that white dress. Leastways till I gotted dead — Keep it for a fambly air loom, If you know what that thing is, Let my little chillens wear it. Dottie May or Baby Liz. But my hopes is all a-blited 'Cause my weddin' dress is Meg's. S'pose just boys she gets for chillens, Horred things what seems all legs? Then the dress will just be wasted. B'leeve I'm goin' to — to — cry! What a nawful world to live in! How'd Mum feel if I should die? 23 COUNTERFEITS I found three little graves on the sandy shore, And cried, "Poor little tots, they'll play here no more — What a queer, queer place for a burying ground ! In this land could none any better be found? How the graves do wriggle and heave! I declare I'm quite sure there must be an earthquake some where ; It is coming — Ah, me!" The graves opened wide And disclosed three beautiful children inside, But I didn't feel frightened, all were alive, Basil, Doris and tiny Billy just five. As they jumped from their graves they scattered the sand — Oh, I never have seen a jollier band! Then said Doris, the one with the curly head. "Did you really and truly think we were dead? When our bath is over we lie in the sun, And Big Sister buries us. Oh, it's such fun!" 24 THE TABLES TURNED Bert had been naughty all day long, ^ He'd pulled the old cat's tail, Tried hard to clip poor Fido's ears, And crushed a harmless snail. That nij^ht a fairy -.vaved her wand And changed him to a mouse! In Tright he scampered to and fro Through all the lonely house. Just as he reached his pantry hole Electric lights flashed out! They proved to be sly Pussy's eyes, Which put poor Bert to rout. Puss used him in a football game. And tweaked his tail for spite. While Fido nipped his tiny ears, And barked with dog delight. Oh, then a frightful fate was his! A monster snail appeared, Began to eat him up alive. And at his death squeaks jeered. How glad he was when Fair>' Day Put all his fears to flight — Bert has been friend of all dumb things Since that eventful ni^ht! 35 THE WILD HORSE Just as sure as my baking day rolls 'round, And the kitchen door stands ajar, A wild horse conies rushing in with a snort. Like one from the prairies afar. How he tosses his head and sniffs the air, Then viciously paws at the ground ! I feel I must tame him at any cost, He threatens smash-up^ all around. I take from the oven an apple tart. And I seize his silky, brown mane — No lasso I need, he calms down at once And follows me out to the lane. There he eats his pie and gives me a smile That makes him look charmingly quaint. Then takes to his heels and gallops away. A picture for artists to paint. 26 THE HOME MISSIONARY' (^ur Jemmy's the busiest chap in tnun ; He wakes at the break of day — Soon after, we hear a Morninjr Express Go shrieking aloufz its way. How the engine snorts as it take> a >hunf OiitsiHc of hi:- beclronm door! ■| hen, 20od-by to >leep — Jem's the en^'ineer Though lie's only half past four. H\ the time the breakfast hour rolls around A carpenter he's become, So to headache powders we have recourse. Eor his workshop's in our home. It seems he's a plumber, as well, bv trade. And tinkers about a lot ; His bills are not heavy — he takes as pay The scrape of the candy pot. He scarcely ha> time to eat a square meal. There's always a job on hand — When a circus tents in our long front hall He has to play in the band. A piece of frayed rope tied on for a tail Makes him a lion or horse; Then he roars or neighs in a frantic way Which fri'jhtcns us all, of course! W'heti old (liant Night comes a-sfriding down Before Jem's finished his woik. He is glad to cuddle in Mother's arms, Thoueh he's loath a task to shirk ; But, befon' he knows it he's on a train — A magical, silent train — \V!,osr "All aboard!" as it takes him in ih,ir;;e Is a lullaby's "-pfrain. 37 Dear little traveler. "Jack-at-all-trades," When you enter SleepV E'xpress, May you gather strength for each neu-born day, As toward manhood vou progress. Like a sunbeam shaming the cloud auay Vou change our frowns into smiles We are better men and women to-day Through hard-working Jem's sweet wiles. 28 HARD LINES I I think it's sich a scan'Ius shame How little boys git sassed, Cause why when dinner's goin" on They eats their meat up fast! A hunk wunst choaked me in my throat, So course I made a noise. An' sed. "Please scuse w." hut Pa growled. "The barn's the place fer boys!" The other day Pa swallered wrong When he wuz drinkin' tea — He dident ast to scuse his fuss, So he wuz worser'n me. But no one scolded him a tall. Which wuzent actin' square, An' now I s'no-^e he'll never know Jist what I've hadter bear. 29 THE ARRIVAL Margueiite has just arrived. Watch out now for squalls; \Vhen she's dressed all in her he>t, Shell ^it up for calls. Some will look her up and down, Say, "How like her Ma." lers, at a chance pritnace. My! Just like her Pa!" Oti'iers How she doubles up her fist — Surely she won't fi^ht! If she only had some teeth P'rhaps she'd try to bite. She will bring her parents up. Make them inind real well. Punishment on them inflict By a lusty yell. Now another kind of ball They'll attend each night. Where they'll both attendance dance Till it's nearly light. All next day the iv-gd. Jri sleep. But poor Pa must work — In her nightie sleeve she'll iaugh, Cruel little Turk! Babes are priceless, tender buds, Spotless human flowers — Mav life's sunshine, not its shade, Rest on this of ours. 1 30 As «ach day her leaves unfold, Pure and white and sweet, May they heart of gold disclose, Dainty Marguerite. 31 '■■•t-, M^*L DOLLS // is said that at one time it tvas a Parisian fa.-l lor tinmen to earry dolls. Poor Jenny's sawdust leaks sometimes An' messes up the floor; Her nose is mashed a little bit. Which makes me love her more; For 't' ain't her fault Pa stepped on her, Or that she lost her hair Thatdrefful da.\ when I went out An" left her on the stair. I wasn't j/one so very long. But kirty found her there — "^ ou'll have to 'magine all the rest 'Twas awful hard to ,.,'qr! M\ Unrle Tom's the swpeic>t man I ife tried to com.fit me An' said he'd get another doll From some place called Paree. Well, sure enuf?. he went to France His fingers full of rings I made from blue, pink, green, red ( ord To help him 'member thires. Last week he 'rived at home again, An' brought the dearest pet — ■ A real French doll with truly hair. The goodest he roul'' 'jet. 3a Her clo'es are made of shiny silk, Her toke is trimmed with fur, She has the dariinVst wee muff — Ma fell in love with her, An'— would yrni h'leeve it — stole nn dnil Right straight away tmni ine. An' 'dares she'll take her when
chair Mncie from the chestnut tiee, And now. the ( hildren's treasured ^itt Quite plainly he could see. Its owner drew him near atid asked. "Prax- tell me. do \ou know ^^'^here I the children always keep?" "No," Arthur answerecf low. "In the round tower of ni\ heart." The courtly poet said. But Arthur could not understand, It puzzled his small head. His eager eyes the room explored. No tower could he see — "I don't helieve it!" cried the child, I"or verv \ounc wa'* he. The poet smiled and kis.sed the boy, A heneHiction sweet Which won his childish heart and made His mother's joy complete. This tale that night she told with pride — His father siirhed, "I fear '^hat -Arthur's face will not he washed Again for many a year!" 34 MISSING Mis^ ■■ is one whom little children loved. For well the_\ knew she \v:ls their friend; \Iissin:er needs it there — Vacant — -a place in many lieart> to-da\. For she has passed beyond their care. Sleeping— we see her lyint^ now in state — Hut oh, so straneely still and calin ! Sleeping? Then surely she will ^oon awake If we but chant a h\inn or p^alni. Awake? Ah, wideawake n Heaven's pure lki\ Her true self lives, surpassinir fair. Awake? C) yes, and lovinir U'- the same — Her mission now to draw us There. 35 "SAINT FRANCES" (/■nmrts E. IVHInrd) Wliar rre:isure have uc h . ,„fdst to cl-iv? ''""- ' wr,iX '""'"" '" ""■" ''"""'^ =■ '■""- This is the trrasurr ;„ „„,- ,„i,|„ „,.jj, v., ','"". ■'!•'■"'"''"' '' '■• "' "■'"' xi'h (Sod! o'hl';! "'" ""*■ '""» '•"» ■" '"'"S '»'' '"' A- „iglu cl.^1 in .h, ,„„ ,„ „„,^, ,, ._, ^,,,. ,,_^,^^,^ "How heautitui fr [s t„ ht with rxod!" Shr h-ll'7l '' "^'i"' ''•'f"^-?-" »"'• hdoved Chief? Shr ' good-by to you, she could not uait But on that Mystic Vessel stepped- ' lo H,m Hho steered, content to trust her fate VVou d .^ou. who love her, u hum she loves R-all her from the glory over There' ' T ru' l'"-- ' ^^ "'°''^" ''^'-"^t rejoice To think of meeting her midst scenes so tairt 38 HE SLEEPS He sleeps— how beautiful his dream' Upon his peaceful face no trace of care Naught but a holy calm is resting there' He sleeps— how beautiful his dream! We weep— for we are sad who watch! VVe long to have him wake and hear his voice Whose music eve, made our hearts rejoice VVe weep— for we are sad who watch! VVhv do we mourn? We too shall sleep U may we .milmg lie as he lies now, 'f. '"H^ress ot God's love on quiet brow. VVhv do we mourn? We too shall sleep. Then— some will say of us— "They sleep " But we shall really be awake with him, \V hilc mistmess make, eves that love us dim When some shall say of us— "They sleep '" 39 HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP It seems so long ago Since our beloved closed her eyes and fell asleep • vJne moment she was here what a comfort just to feel her presence near! 1 he next beyond our reach— and we were left to weep — Because we missed her so. Ah ! far away she seemed Though we could see her lying 'mongst her cher- ished flowers, Sweet, smiling, satisfied. Just as earth's sleeping buds began to wake she died — Nay—passed into a life more beautiful than ours bhe looked as though she dreamed. We are the ones that sleep. Our life in this fair world is but 'a fleeting dream- borne day when those we love Are sent to guide us to the mystic realms above We 11 know we are awake, though dead to some we seem. We'll wonder why they weep. 40 A MEIVIORY I muse fn the gluu of the setting sun, Watching the play ut my winsome girh'e. U d-tashioned and quaint, hair brown and curly Oh, dainty and sweet is mv little one. "Sunie da> from my home-nest she will be gone lo brighten some other," fondly I say. And then on the air is borne a 'sweet lay Homeward she's coming, her day's play is done Mie creeps to my side, and hushed is her song, vjently I kiss her and put her to rest ********** *»*^ Weary days have passed by, and I sit once more Watching the shadows come creeping along. But no fairy form is clasped to my breast, ' .M\ birdling sings now on Heaven's bright shore. 41 A VISION A presence holds commune with us, A beino; <,• a nobler life, Unstained by lust or thoughts of sflf, Or bitterness that genders strife. His heart is tender towards a foe In such he sees his Father's son- He wills to love, for Love is all In that Beyond when life is done. Each New Year ushers in this guest His face bears impress of his soul,' Kespealcs the Heaven within his heart. The guerdon won this heart For those who can read it aright, And the leaves of the trees are the pages of tales— Their reading an endless delight. He culls from them all and at last he comes home To tell his adventures to me — Now he lies in his crib, cooing all his fair dreams, The poet the world waits to see! 43 SPRING Lpon the Mother's pat.enr brow has pressed. Maternal m.rmct now her heart bestirs To shield the babe that suckles at her breast. Ser'l"'^/^ t' '^T^''^ >f^ength vouchsafes. Her freedom from the frost>- seal contrives. And as her quickened pulse diffuses ^varmth And nourishment flow^ forth, the infant thrives. The hour its eyes are opened to the light J he grayest skies become the puri-t blue ' Its fragrant breath the earth in vials stores And sends them forth, wild buds of every hue. It stretches out its tiny limbs-earth thrills' 1 he tender grass blades peep out in a day l^all babbling m a sweet, unconscious way. Fair Joy and Hope, attendants at its birth Inspire the robins their sweet songs to sing ' While earth, with all a mother's pride makes haste lo echo praises of the new-born Spring! 44 i OTTR OWN voices of our loved and lost That echo from that dav girt Shore ' Across fond Memory's Sea they fioat, 1 heir music sweeter than of yore. ^Ve listen, and dear faces come, Imaginings '^o real and fair. We turn to ofifer rapt caress- Alas, for us — they are not there! Those other voices with us now. We still may hear a little while"; L'pon those other faces near, We still may sec an answering smile. O dead and living— both our own' Pn wrapt in Life's strange dream are we, While voices of our wakened desd lo nobler things call vou, call me 45 OUR ABSENT roV'S They say good-by and then thev go avvav Ihosp dear to us as life itself is dear- And m our shadowed homes and lonelv hear- Lnb-dde., guests-Grief and her train-appear. The room our boys called theirs is sacred then With tokens of their one-time presence there- -ru'^'J'T ^^^^ ^^'^y ^^"'^'^•^- "" fhe nails 1 he books upon the rce though bloodless fray. You may come back, but thev can ne'er return- Ah, onlv mothers know the pang of this' They are but human, and their hearts cr^- out tnr touch of hand. loved voice, affection's kiss. But could their earth bound rves the scales cast ofiF— Amidst the victors crowned, the Shining Ones U ho with the Church Triumphant paeans sing- Iheyd see transfifrured, glorified, their sons. Death on!v '^erms destroyer of their ioy A ^"'■^^"",'^'*3.\- hr nil! act the part of "friend. And beck mm:, lead these mothers to their bovs VV here sweet communion knows not timr nnr end 46 THE WAKL\G STREAM O voiceful stream, in your craseless flow ^Over depths sn cool and green. What do yo.i sinjr in the twilight hour, ihat shadow V time serene? The graceful trees on your banks that gsow When swayed by the wind's soft breath ' Kustle their leaves in a dreamy way Befittmg the bright day's death.' Gay stream, you dimple at Spring's sweet lcis« Like a maid that smiles in a dream of bliss. "This IS the springtime song I sing: 'How dear is the world to me. For love is heart sunshine free to' all, And its beauty I ever see. It shines in faces — a holy light And as boats glide on their way. Into my bosom love shylv peep*. Its secret is mine for aye. "Had I the gift of the artist's hand My pictures of love would enchant the land. "I mirror lover and charming maid, But sometimes in aged eyes I see thp love light lit long ago, Still it lives, it never dies — And the whispered uords that I have heard Have oft thrilled me through and through. Did you heed them too, O fair spring sky. Peeping down with eyes of blue? I sir.g of Love, of all [nves most true, That made me and gave me this song for ynu' ' 47 TKE VALLEV There's a rnvstical. dusky valley That a somber river winds through ; Is it perfumed by roses blushing Through crystalline veils of fresh dew, Or is its deep twilight eternal. So sun-loving flowers will not grow. Do soft zephyrs breathe on this valley. Do weird, -sighing winds ever blow? Is there opj.- majestic silence. No stir in the Valley of Calms, Is there sound of the soul host passing And the music of chanted p-alms? Do the spirit friends know each other That enter the vale day by day. Do they smile in pleased recognition, Clasping hands in the earth-known wa\ ? Does a mother sou! miss her children When the >hado\\s hide them from sight, Do anv grow weary and stumble And long for the comforting light? Through nmnberless Aeon-; these questions Have echoed and 'lien died iway. No sage has peered through the va-r darkness Obscuring the f.iir Land nf Dav. ('h, it at the cjnsc or their i(uirnr\- S ;me message the MisMUg could .end! While we oiih' kn()v\ of the silmie, For thei.i d(>'>v the m\stfr\ nihe was hidden from his -irrht. It? owner he hplie\ed divinel\ bright" Fond thoiiehts of her filled his whole' life, And love most true Thus daily grew ; In wakinc dreams he tailed her wife. He >;ou^ht her everywhere. Rut all in vain. Ar length, when in de-pair. He heard again Her voire. With dad surprise. He looked around To feast his ardent eye:?, Rut onI\ found A woman bent and gray! Turning, he fled — Now, dreary is carh dav, For hope i> dead. 50 SOMEWHERE LAND In the Somewhere Land all white, Trees and shrubs grow in a night, Palms with tapering fingers greet Christmas trees with toys complete. Ferns and grasses li.-re abound On this u eird enchanted ground ; Sunless in the day and night Is the Somewhere Land all white, But the stars by nigiit and day Cluster in the Milky Way— Songless, voiceless, noiself^> land, Magic work of unseen hand. \Vill an airship folks convey 1 this land so far away. Should they sail due east or west. North or south, in their new quest? Find this country— all who can- Owned and hidden by one man ; Out from Somv.'where Land he leaps. To our windows slyly creeps, Leaving pictures of his home, But no guideboard whence he's comr This is all we understand Of Jack Frost's fair Somewhere Land. 51 I THE PEN The realm wherein all languages are heard, Boasts as its emblem neither flower nor bird; Instead — the might} Pen— and weal or woe Upon the lives of men its gifts bestow! A PHENOMENON A master hand the painting of an island wrought-- Its strand, like glint of sunlight, by the ocean sprayed, Outside the harbor stately ships went sailing by, And disappearing steered for lands their captains sought ; Then — vanished isle and ocean, swallowed up in shade. For lo, the picture hung upon the sunset sky! 53 r.{ SUMMER Impatiently waited the world for fair Summer- One day at earth's gateway there came a soft tap- ping, '■'*' The ancient gate keepers were peacefully napping They woke from their sleep when long ceased was the rappmg, And knew not how near them had been the bright bummer, * Again to the portal comes beautiful Summer— I hrough gates left ajar welcome gue.t now advances O er h. Is and o'er hollows the gay fairy dances. All Nature responds to her radiant glances. U Uueen of the Seasons is magical Summer! LIFE Life's Morn— when Hope is bom- The time To smile, pluck flowers In idle hours, To dare and do, Ideals pursue. Chase youth's delights And seek new heights To climb. Life's Noon — come all too soon— The hour When burdens press. Toil's in excess. The blossoms fair Found here and there, Maturer years Impearl with tears — Earth's dower. Life's Night— grope for the light- So near — Of that bright Day Which lasts alway; Here — fall asleep, There — harvest reap. When dawns that Morn, Knowledge is born, All's clear! 53 "NOT CHANGED BUT GLORIFIED" Yes, she's asleep but lights need not be dimmed, Nor voices hushed. No footfall on the stair Will rouse her trom her rest. Her eyes behold 1 he Light within the "many mansions' fair. her ears have caught sweet sounds we cannot hear bome say that those who sleep like her are dead Hut vvell vve know their true life's just begun And by still waters" evermore they're led. Then do not grieve that she has journeved on And reached her Father's home. The're she will wait ''Not changed but glorified," and welcome you When you in turn draw near the wondrous gate. 36 WHO HAS NOT HEARD ^"k-'n^'T u''"!'""^ ^'■'■^^^ ^y '^^V and night, KindJed by Love's fair hand ; In storms its Hame, always the same, Hy Love s su eet breath was fanned But yestermorn I saw Love borne Asleep on Hower-strewn bier— My heart was crushed, for, "Dust to dust— " Are cruel words to hear. The clay that fell was Love's death knell, ^Herald ot Sorrow's birth; Ghost of that sound is hauntint; round, ^ Dread thud of falling earth, l^his, tlien, my doom— to see flowers bloom And hear the singing birds! While Love lies dead in earthy bed, All Nature sunshine girds. Who has not heard that sound which stirred 1 he soul to grief profound, And sat apart with bleeding heart, Mocked by the joy around? Then bear with me till I can see Through tears Grief rainbow-crowned, And lift my eyes to Paradise Beyond Love's lonely mound. 57 ONCE ,N MOT„ER^,,,,„,3 BKOW. Once in Mother Earrh'c k,^ i VV;i-l fl„ '""^artfis brown liosom VV.ld-flower bab.es lav asleep, Uajlyga,nmg strength and beautv, i"ll they vvolce and learned to creep. ^\ZhYu '""'^^ ^''''"'^^ «" them Sachet bags of dainty hue Left them sitting in the dooruav- Eagerly they all crawled through. Father Sol soon spied them coming; Up mto his warm embrace «^oa..:,,^Iy he drew his children, •jer.tiy kissing each wee face. But at night their father left ti.em And they could not find their door So they nestled close together "'' in the wonds upon lie floor. ^'ZIJ'^\ '^'[' ««^" relations, When we 't'"^' l'^"^ ^^^'^ h°-'-- When we see them sh !y P-cping, Then we know sweec Spring has come S8 PERSEPHONE HER DREAMROBE CAST ASIDE Persephone her dreamrobe cast aside For one which ^rom fair Iris caught its hue • The earth, through ,cy veil, the goddess spied 1 he fabric rent and pushed a nosegav through Then vernal carpet u ove and deftly' spread. ' Wh.Ie sueet-vo,ced heraids-bird and bree^e and stream— Called a,s she fared, proclaiming Winter fled- And now w,th Spring's young life the earth's agieam. 59 IJ WHAT OF THOSE^OTHER BATTLE- ;';"[.':n"re;;t or- ■" ""-- »" "- sa\, J n\ will he done, -^nd leads those other viarr-o, victon? v\arr,or. on to unrecorded The W-orld but sees the.n yield the flower of m.n- hood at their Country's call- A-.^ f^'^'^Y "ith dimminc eves. meet F; "h "^ ^" ^"^ '^'^ ^'- ^- ^'> /"f^e^ l^ear. Hope defies. And dashes from their hns Honp'. ,,^ j ■ fU„ ■ '^ nopes uip and trives the wormwood and the call! "Killed? Thousand^ upon thou-and. Rush more ^ forces to the firmc Ime! "'°'^ vVe have no time to mourn, f eave th ^^ ^^. Thev are wont to ueepl '■''""""""• ih>s. then, is women's p.rt-to hide the heart WhII. "■"'!i'^' 'T''- ^'"'^'^ harvest reap- aC thT'fi -"T ^'""'' 'f^^ ^-^'-hant along tne nrmfj Ime. "'''^r;prw On; ™^"^'^ '■"""•-' ■■"■■"-" I" -av. I hv «ill hr ,l„„r," ' 60