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Gems In Verse

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Day
25
Month
January
Year
1893
Copyright
Public Domain
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1 tmüt a ship- a great large Bhlp, Aud Prlde yuiuii ai the And Bteered for Fame, tbat wondrons land. And Wealth- brlght, golden realxnl And JJri(ir was captain, niiitc and crew, Aud launchüd my f-ljip ith niucli ado. "N'ow go, my ship, ;uy great, ureftt sliip. And langh the winils to scorn." And, lo, my sbip ciime back to ine All broken, bent and torn! I built a ship, a lowly ship, With modern winss of white. And thouiilit not of britrbt Wealth or Fame, But plcaiure rose in sijilit. Love was my captain, mate and crew. And lauucbed my ship without ado. "Now go, my ibip, lowly ship, Thy modest wímks uufold." And, lo, my shipcame dancing back Jut wei'hted down with gold! - H. Muriel Patriarche. Únele Jetl's Jouniey. I ncver grouted. never fussed, but lived liere (alm au still; For iorty year I lived licre on the hill in Pokumville. "Don't live here like a snail," said Jim, "within yer snail shed curled; Pil pay yer fare to go ont west an let yer Beo the world!" An so I got on board the train an whirled off like a breeze, But all I see upon the trip wus dirt an grass an trees; Eee water, stones an sichlike things- sometimes a brook an hill. Sez I to Jim, "AU these ere thinga I see in Pukumville." Wc stopped to 6ce Niágara falls, thetmakes so muoh loud talk, An we Bee a rnesa er water kinder tumblin from a rock. "If yoti BptU water from aspoon," sez I to Jim, sez I, "'Ti zaokly the same principul," an Jim he conldu't deuy. Au we crossed the Rocky mouutains, an Jim eaid, "I cali this grand." "They're nothing," sez I, "hut great hunks of rock an dirt an saud." An we come to the I'acifie, an it made Jim look prnfound, J3ut I sez, "I don't see nothin but some water sloshin round." An we went to sev'rul cities- there wuz nothin Utere tosee, But jess er mess er houses an some folks like yon nn me,( And we come into Chicago. Sez Jim, "How's tliis for high?" Sez I, "It's jest like Pokumville- the same oio thing," sez I. - S. W. Fosa. Behiud the Mask. Put on thy mask, tbat none may know Thy lieart is breaking; Put on a Miiile aud hide from view lts heavy aohiDg. The world would only scorn thy pain- 'Twould turn away in cold disdain. Banish the traces from thine eyes Of bitter crying, For none must know that those sweet Ups Could part with sighing. Come, join in merry song and dance. Kor sorrow teil by sigh or glance. God knows 'tis bard to smile when one Ia gad and weary; To dance as though thy heart were light When all is dreary. There's many curious Ups to ask Thy cause for pain. Put on thy mask. No, no, 'twill never do- that smile, 'Tis not beguiling; Far better see the tear drops there Than such Bad smiling, For one could read the story there Of brokeu hearted, sad despair. Ilere is a mask; 'twill hide thy grief; Come, wear it lightly. And none will guess that 'neath thy smile. Beaming so brightly. Is naught but bitter tears and pain- A bleeding heart with anguish slain. - Alice Mormon. "Fooi." Oh, he was poor, and I was poor; 3o, though I was fair, I bad scarce a wooer. But he said the sheen of my golden hair Was brigbter than gold, beyond compare; And no jewels, I thought, could ever outshlne The light of nis eyes when they looked lnto mine. Bat the world had taught os lts cold, stern rules; We knew it would mock us and cali us fools. 3o he cbose for himself another bride lo niuii in bis Lome, to walk at bis side. )t gold she brought him a goodly store, )í gold and silver; but. ah, what more? go ciad ín velvets right royally. And my rioh oíd lord feasts bis eyes on me. And the world applauds; we have followed its rules. Ent our own bearts mock us and whisper "Fools!" -David N. Brooks. If We Only Could. If we all had our lives to live over again- Ha! ba! if we bad, but we haven't, you know- We'd all be aicb wonderful omen and men Tbat life would be robbed of its worry and woe. As a matter of course the dull things we have done, Could we try once more, we would carefully shim; Theskies would be briglft to each sorrowing one If we all had our lives to live over attain. If we all bad our lives to live over again- Ha! ba! if we had, but we liann't.you know- We'd make it a visión of ha[ipiness then. And fate would her klndllest favon bestow If we could ouly run tbis fair, strange, mythical race At sonie other time and in some other place! Oh, couldn't we make eartb a lovable place If we all had our lives tu live over again? If we il] had onr lives to live over at;aln- Hal hal if re bad, bat wehaven't, youknow- We'd ( arefully -iiiily the why and the when. And malee ds a friend where we uow have a foe. But the edicta of nnture we cannot reverse; Tis folly vaiü wishes to sadly rehe:irr. And- we iniprlit maku ezlstence a thousand times worae If we aü had our lives to live over again. True Love. True love is like the ivy bold, Tliat cliugs eaob diiy with firmer hold; That groweth on through good and ill. And "raid the tempest clingeth still. What tlimmh walls on whioh it rlimh Have lost the grace of former times? Wil] then the ivy lose its bold, Forgel the ranny dayi oí oíd? Nay, rather will it dowr cliuii With lovina clasp, remembering That it had hardly llved at all Without the kiudly, shelt'rlng wall. True love is like the ivy green, Tbat ne'er forgetteth whal bas been. And so till life itself be goue, Until the end it clingetb on. Vhat tbougb the tree where it may cling Sliall bardly kuow anotber spring? What thongh its bouxbs be dead aud bare? The twlning ivy climbeth there And clasps it with a Brmer hold, Witb stronger love tban Unit of old. And lends it it n.vvr had When time ni ycuing and life was glad. Nothing Iloli.T. For the love of a woman is truly her life, And the falth of the woman blooms out in tbe wlfe. And tlit' trust of a woman- no boller tbing Isknowninthecllmeswheretheseraphimsinj. -Mary E. Nealy. Of great lielp to Indians- Tom A. Ilawk.

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Ann Arbor Courier