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Gems In Verse

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Parent Issue
Day
25
Month
November
Year
1891
Copyright
Public Domain
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One ovening just at milking timo I strayed across the down, And liuurcl i lie cheery charch bella chime Below me 10 the town. 1 took the winding path 1 spied That lod me to the plain. And Barbara I found beside The wicket in the laiie. Her oheeks were like the apple bloom üpon tho hills in May; Her eyes that showed no trace of gloom Were open as the day. In vain you search the country wida, From Oregon to Malne. For fairer lass than she beside The wicket in the lane. Howcame she there? 1 do not know. How came 1 there? By chancel I tried to pass. She thought to go. What held usV But a glancel Twas thus she happed to bo a bride. And I to be the swain- One little glance eïchaurjed beside The wicket In the lone. -Clinton Scollard, The Fatb Throngh the Clover. We strayed together wnere the path Goes winding throogh the dover, And 'cross the soft, sweet orchard grass Where apple boughs hang over. We vratched the vravlng of the hay, All ready for the movving, We saw the blueness of the sky. And feit the fresh winds blowing. And to our light, freo heaits the day Was glad as glad could he. And nothing lacked of fair or bright For Margaret nor rne. But at the urook our ways diverged. Mine up the hillside leading. And ben aeran the entle slopes Where peucefnl lliicks were feeding. In slight uncertainty we stood. We thought not of dividing, While each the other's doubting steps Rebuked with playful chiding. In inood half vexed, half laughing, we Could never quite agree If I shnnld cross tho JifKio with lier Or she its huls with me. At last we took our sepárale ways, Our hearts with anger burning; Each longed to cali the other back, But scorned to think of turning. Ah me, had we but read aright The omen clear before us, We had loss lightly held the faith No future eau restore us; Kor sighed to think how better far For both of us 'twould be If I had crossed the fields with her Or she its hills with me. -Kate Tucker Goode. At the Bend of the Boad. At the bend of the road yon waved your hand A token aad sign of a last adieu. And the twïlight feil on a lonely land And over iny soul a Borrow new And you turned into the vrortó from me Who watched you with eyes whose hot tears Howed - The cruel n-orld which J could not see inat just begins at the bend of the road. And a trouble dropued on the silent land With the dark7ies3 unstaid by a moon or Fo;Srh:Qdd.my love-andth8iishtFollowed you into the future afar- Followed sou faint as the heart that sent ihe heart that lingered beueath its load As into the great, wide world you wentThe world that begins at the bend of the road. Tonight at the bend of the road I stand And a year lias flown and many a day And the twlllKht falls on a lonely land Foimy love and the light and my hope deI hear the far sound of forgetful strife ww? !arJorlorn doth m' soul forbode. at hast thou done with my lover, my life O world that beeins at the bend of th road? -A. W. Bellaw. The Uravest of the Krave. SSMokkl10 Mm Wh SKt8 Hret Eu And who the bravest of the brave The bravest hero ever born? Twas one who dared a felon's grave, Who dared to bear the seorn of soorn. Nay inore than th!s-when8word wasdrawn And venKeanc-e waited hut hla word He lookert wiih pltying eyea upon The Bcene and ald. "Put op tliy gwordl" Could but ot.u klng bo fonnd today As brave to do, aa brave to say? Ia', up ihy Bvrord Inte Mie Bheathl -ut up thy sword, p„t up thy sword!" ByCedron'H brook thusspake beneath I lie olive i rara our valiunt Lord Spakv palm a„l kimjlike. Hword and stave And torch aud stormy iueu of death .Vade clamor. Yet hB spoke not, save With loving word and patiënt breath, Fut up tUy sword into the sheathl" I lie peacef ul olive bougha beneath. Ye Chriatian fclng, in Christ's dear name 1 charge you live no more thla lie. 1n?t,up by s-ord!" The time they camo lo bind and lead him fortb to die. Uehold this was his last oommandl mwí ye,Uiro crJ' to c'"-it in prayer, Ve a" reakngword in hand! x u .iare ad nns ns devils darel Ie liars, liars, great and small, Ye cowRrds. cowards, cowards aUl w , O God, bul for one sallant czar :" One valiant king, one fearlesa queenl ïea, tbere would be an end of war "bat nne could be heard or Been To iollow Christ; to bravely cry ' Y P thjr sword, put up thy'sword!" And let ns dare to live and die Yvi.8.. command ur valiant LordWlth sword commanded to iu sheath, ine blessed olive boiígbs beneath. -JoaqainMiller. My I,atl)r' Song. Ah! repeat the inutic-'s tale Lnve Kliall pciiah rutt, ntrr faW 1 forget the fear of death Breathe in thought Inmortal breath; I beheve in broadening truth. In the enerous creeds of youth In consoling hopes that c limb ' up to some triumphal time. And a dream of splendor brincAs I listen and you sing. - Joseph Traman. Lo ve. Seertheearththrough the Infinite space Boe5 silently round and round ie moon movethon through the hcarens, and never maketh a Round; Uketorro?e8tertnT:rLhat babbie8-bat8U-t - Alfred Aostin. For Woman'g Lotc. 0 did we take for heaven above üut half the pains that vre tvtd.fty and night for 'oman'8 Iove, VVhat angela we sliould bel A woman's namel the fairest boast That human lipa can utter; Woman aione shall be our toast. We don't want any but her.

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Old News
Ann Arbor Courier