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Gems In Verse

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Day
22
Month
June
Year
1892
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Public Domain
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ïf deeert sands my eager feet would journey, Nor weary t-i II I kissed the earth where thou shouldst stand; If it were sea, I'd cross the waters over. Nor f ear the tempest till I reached thy land; U it were death, I would not live without thee; The weary hours could never solace know, But gladly from the empty world ahout me, Through death's dark way to seek thee, love, I'd go. Not deaert lands, nor sea, nor even death, dear. Divides our lives and keeps our souls apart; But distance wider than two worlds compute, love, Hath its equator in thy silent heart. - Louisville Courier-Journal. Solomon Spanked. To his mother, fair Bath-sheba, Solomon the Wise, said he: "Adonijah, Haggith's son, Eath done evil unto me; "For as we were playing now Just out8ide the city wall. Lo, he knocked me down, and did Me a sneaking rascal calll" "Did you give him blow for blow?" Bath-sheba the Fair, said she. "You just bet your life I did; He'U not lord it over me! "When he hit me, called me ñames, I stopped not to make reply; From the shoulder deep I hit out, Giving him a black eye!" Very grave was then Bath-sheba, As she sadly shook her head; "Only brutes resort to blows, Solomon, my son," ehe said. "When again he striketh thee, Be not hasty, check thine ire; Thus on his unruly head Shall thou heap up coals of fli e." Solomon the Wise but smiled; "Guess I'd better go and see If he'll give those marbles back That he won from me," said he. "Marbles! Did you play for keeps?" Cried Bath-sheba, shriek on shriek. And she caught her recreant son Ere he had a chance to speak. From her foot her sandal drew, Took him there across her knee. And the way she flogged the lad Was a sight for men to see. Solomon the Wise was mute, Till he was well out of reach, Then he said, "Oh, mother, why Don't you praetice what you preach?" - Anne Louise Brakenridge. Song and Singer. I aw him ouce. the while he sat and played, A stripling, with a shock of yellow hair, His own rare songs, in mirth or sorrow made. But tender all, and fair. And as the years rolled by I saw him not, But Btill his songs fall many a time I sung, ind thought of him as one vvho bas the lot To be forever young. Until at last he stood before mine eyes An age bent man, who trembled o'er his staf?; My sisht rebelled to see him in sueh guise, Iiipe for his epitaph. I grieved with grief that to a death belongs; How time is stern I had Torgot, in truth. And how that men wax old, whereas their songs Keep an immortal youth. -Richard E. Burton. Dar's a Good Time a-Comin. We'B awaitin, white folks, waitim Fur de captur ob ole satan. Gat no time fur 'crastinatia, So we'll take de gospel kyar, Fur we hear dein angels singin An de golden bells a-ringin - Joyful tidins dey ia bringin from afar. Dar's a good time a-comin. Georgiana, Fur de prophets tole erbout it long ago; Dar's a whisper in de breezes. Georgiana, Whar de cotton an de sugar cane grow. Git a-prayin, darkies, prayin, Fur dar'll be no mo' delayin, Doan' yo' hear de musio playin? 'Tis de resurrection ban, An de trump'H soon be blowin Whar de Jordán am a-flowin- In de gospel kyar we's goin to dat lan. Git dem chillum all togedder, Georgiana, Doan' fergit to fotch de chicken an de jam, Fur we'll all git a-hungry. Georgiana, On dat long an weary journey tode Lam'. Ef yo' coteh de debble, kill 'im, Ile's a mos' umbrageous villain, An he's watchin fur de cbillum, Hidin by do ribber side; Git a-singin, darkies, singin, Jine yo' hans an git a-swingin, Fur de gospel bells am riugin fur de brida, Friz yo' ha'r in de mornin, Georgiana, Wasb yo' robes f rom de blumish an de sin, An we'll cross ober Jordán, Georgiana, An ole Peter'll swing de gate au let us in. -Emile Pickhardt. Krown's Lullaby. There, there, there, there, There, tliere, there, Vhat's the matter with the boy? There, there, there. )id he go to bed at six o'clock, And sleep till half past two? Well, well, well, well, There, there, there. Now close your little eyes. Thnt's right. Now open them again. That'. i ight. Now rest your dear head on tUe other shoulder. Nowsinile. Oh, how sweetl Wake up now aud go to sleep again. There, tbere, there. Shnt your beautiful blue eyes and wake up again. Yes, I know. Well, well, well. Lie down and get up. There, there, there. It would be ligbter if it wasn't so dark. And warmer if it wasn't so cold. Yes, yes, yes. But the sun will be out in a few minutes, For it's most morning. Yes, yes, my little dear, iny pet. -Puck. What Is a Smile? What is a smile? A latent gleatn Of sunshine bom within the eyes. As water lilies iii a stream, Awakened from their loug, deep dream, To light arise. What Is a sinile? A namelesa thing, The lack of which a fair face mars. And mak es to be like brook or spring No railiant sunlight imagiug, No dancing stars. What is a smile? An airy rhyme "Which tells more with its subtle wile Than tongue could teil throughout all time, Whieh sets the heart bells in a chime- This is a smilel - Josephine Preston Peabody. Evening Song. Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands. And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea; How long they kiss in sight of ali the lands. Ah, longer, longer wel Nfew in the sea's red vintage melts the sun. As Egypts pearl dissolved in rosy wine. And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done: Love, lay thine hand in mine. Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart; Glimmer, ye waven, round else unlighted Bands. O night; divorce our sun and sky apart, Never our lips, our hands.

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Ann Arbor Courier