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Gems In Verse

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There were lwo little kitteua, a black and a gray. Anti grndmamma said, with a frown: "It will never lo to keep them both, The black one wc'd better drown. "Don't cry, ruy dear" - to tlny Bess, "One kitten'! enough to keep; Now run to nurse, for 'lis growing late. And time you were faut asleep." The morrow dawnert, and roay and sweet ('anie little Besa froin her nap; Tho uurse said. "Go into mamma's room And look in grandma's lap." 'Come heru." said graiidmamrua wíth a niuiln, Fimn the rocking 'hair where she 8at, "God baaaeni yon two little gister, Now 'hal do you think of that?" Kess looked ut the bables a moment, With thelr wee heada. yellow and brown. And then to tiivindmainma aoberly said, "WbJeh nna are you going to drown?" - Fashion Bazar. For a Dlaooarayed Farmer, The summer v.-inds is suiflin' round the bloomi 11 " loens' trees. And the dover in the paslur' ia a big day for the bees And they's been a-swiggin' honey above board and on the sly, Till they stutte:1 in their buzzin' and stageer as they fly #♦ They's been a lieap o' rain, but the sun's out tolay. And the oloudn ol tho wet spell ia all cleared away, And the woods is all the greener and the grass Ia groener till: It may rain again tomorry, but 1 don't think it will. 8ome say the oropa is ruined, and the corn's drowned uut. And prophasy the wheat will be a failure without doubt; Hut the kind Prortdenoe that has never failed us yet Will be on hand onc't more at the 'leventh hour, J betl Does the meadow ark complain as he swims high and dry Through the waves of the wind and the blue of the sky? Does the quail set up and whistlein adisappointed way. Er hang hia head in silonce and sorrow all tho day? Is the chipmunk's health a failure? Does he walk or does he run? Don't the buzzards ooze around up there, just llke they've allns done? Ia there anything the matter with the rooster's lungs or voice? Ort a mortal be complainiu' when dumb anímala rejoice? Then let us, oae and all, be contented with our lot; The June is here this morning and the sun Í3 ehining hot. Oa, let us fill our hearts with the glory of the day. And bauish ev'ry doubt and care and sorrow f ar awayl Whatever be our stat ion. with Providence for guide, Such fine circumstancea ort to make us satisfied: For the world is full of roses and the roses full of dew, And the dew is full of heavenly love thatdrips for me and you. -James Whitcomb Riley. To a Falso Friend. Our hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will never meet again. Frienda if we have ever been, Friendri we cannot now remain; I only know I loved you once, 1 only know I loved in vaiu; Our hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will uever meet again. Then tarewell lo i;eart and hand! I wou ld our hands had never met; Even the ontward form of love Maal be resiyned with some regret. Friends we still might seeni to be, If my wrong could e'er forget; Our hands have ioined, but not our hearta I would mr hands had never met! - Thomas Hood. Death's First Lettfton. Three sad. strange thinics airead y deatb hath show n To me. wbo liveti but jesterday. My love, Who lúved tu kiss my hands and Ups above All other joya - whose heart upon my owu So oft has throbbed- feai-s me, now Ufo has flown. And shuddering turns away. The friend who Btrove My trust to win, and all my faith did prove, : Sees in my pale, still form a bar o'erthrown To somo most dear desire; while one whospake Ko fond anil nattering word ot' love or praise, Who only cold and stern reproof would give To all my CooUsh, anconsidered ways- This one would glad have died that 1 might live; This huar! alone lies broken tor my sake. -Susan Marr Spalding. The Rliracle. Thy lips. as if endowed With potene;1 divine, Changed with a word my Ufe From water into wine. -Merbert W. Bowen. Distance. The world is large. when ita weary leagues two loving hearts divide: But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other side. -John Boyle O'Reilly. Aspiratlon. Better to fail than sit in idle ease; That whiou our nobler Belves would be, w are, Although the oareless gaxer only sees A lireíly striviug upward toward a star. - Mav Lenuox.


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