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Gems In Verse

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Day
1
Month
February
Year
1893
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Public Domain
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Glorious flag of our country! Standard of freedorn and peacel Long Kiay it wave its bright colora; Cireat niay our nation inercase, Till pi nty comes as sands of ocean- Mlfflitv as waves of the sea; Ob, long may our dear, starry banner Wave o'er the laud of the free! Glorious Hui,' üf our country- dag of the wise and the just- That has for the nation's motto The words, "In God we trust." Oh, long may those beautiful colora The standard of liuerty be- Flag of our dear, loved America, Land of the valiant and freel Flag of our glorious country! Flag of my dear, native land! M&y it iloat always in i;lad triumph, Those patriot colors so grand. Our flag is the best loved and dcarest, The one of all emblema to me: Then three cheers for our loved, starry banner, FlaK of the valiant and freo! -Marie Lako. Psalm of the Ralilheails. Teil me nol in merry accents Tbat I have in nnthatched roof, 'Tis the hairy bead that lacka senso- Balduess is of thought a proof. Hair is vulgar, hair is melera. And to brusli and comb a bore, .M;ikinji Ufe Ijut dull oud juieeless; I need brush and comb no more. Kot for wise men matted hair is, Iilack or brown er red or fair; Let the tavags of tlie prairiea Waste hls niu in raisiuK hair. Life is hort and liaira are uumbered. AnJ tbough Hies are hardly borne, Still at night I've always slumbcred lien the niyhtcap I have worn. In the world's broad Held of battle, Who'd bo at the barber's eall, Listening to his tiresonie tattle? Ketter bare as a billiard ball. Fear uo future, baldbeaded brotber, Vou were bald in infaut days: Crave not hirsute on anotber - Brain it is, not hair, that pays. Lives of great men all remitid us That our smooth and polished patea Leave all hairy heads behiud us- Let us thank the favorlng fates! Footprints of Old Tlme's fleet walking Xo one sees on our smooth crowns; Mind no more the idle talking Made by auxious mophead clowns. Let na, then, O hairless brotherl Proudly through life's pathway roll; We remember tbat Uear Mether Eartb is barren at the pole. Lines to a Skeleton. Benold thl ruin! 'Twas a skull. Once of ethereal spirit full. Tliis narrow cali was Life's retreat, This sjjaco was Thought's mysterious seat. What beauteous vi.sions filled tbis spotl Wliat dreuuis of pleasure long forgotl Nor Hope hor Love nor Joy nor Fear lias left une trace of record here. Beneatb tuis nioldcriug canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye; Hut start uot at the dismal void- If social Love that eye employed; If with no lawless lire it glenmed. Uut tbvougli the dews of kindness beamed, That eye bhall be forever bright When stars and suu are sunk in night. Within this liollow cavern hung The ready, swift and tuneful tongue; If Falsehood's honey it disdained. And when it could not praise waachained; If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke, Yet gentle concord never broke, Tbis silent tongue shall plead for thee When Time unveils Eternity. Say, did these fiugers delve the mind? Or with its envied rubies shine? To hue t he rock or wear the gem Can liltle now avail to them. But if the page of truth they sought, Or comfort to the mourner brought. These hands a richer meed shall claim Than al] that wait on Wealth or Fame. Avails it, whether hare or shod. These feet the paths of duty trod? If from the bowera of Base they fled To seek AfHiction's humhle shed? If Grandeur'a guilty bribe they spurned. And home to Virtue's cot returned. These f eet with angels' wings shall vie And tread the palace of the sky. Woiiüin's Itights. A rigbt to tread so softly Beslde the couch of puin; To smnolli with gentle fingere Ule tangled locks ngain: To wateh bsíide the dying I ii wi ■ sloal) Lours of night. And breathe u cousecrating prayer When tbe spirit takes its flight. A right to obeer the reary On the battleflelda of Ufe To give the word of sympathy Araid the toil aud strife: T lift the burilen gently I rom sore aud tired liearts. Ai. 1 never weary of tbe task Till gloomy earu departa. A rigbt to be a woinau Iu triiest woman'e work - If life hould be a bard one, Xtt dnties ever sljirk; A right to show to otburs Hüiv ntroDg a womaD grows: Wluín íkics are dark and Imvering, And life bears uota rose. A rigbt to love one truiy And be loved back ugain; A rlght to share bis iortunes Thro"vb unlljfht and through rain; A ii'lit to be protected Frotu life's uioist cruel blights By manly love and cuurage- Sure these are woman's rlghts! - Sadie (Hlllun Balrd. Oíd John Ilenr.v. Oíd Jolm's jest made o' tho roinmonest stuff- Oíd John HenryHe's tough, I reekon- but none too toiijíb- "Too mucli, thoogh, 'ü betterthao notenough!" Sais d John Heury. He does liis best, nuil lien bis best's bad He don't fret uone, nor be don't get sad; He siruply 'lotvs it's tbe best he had- Oíd John lleury. His doctern's jest o' tbe plainest brand- Oíd Jobn Henry- "A smilin tace and a hearty hand 'S a religión 'at nll f,lks understand!" Says oíd Joba Henry. He's stove up soiue witb tbe rbeumatiz. And tbey baij't do shlDe un tbem shoes o' bis. And his hair ban't nt, but bis eye teetb is- Oíd John Heury. He feed hisse"f wheu the stock's all fed- Oíd John Henry- And "sleeps like a babe" when he goes to bed, "And dreams o' heaven and linueraade bread!" Says oíd Jobn Henry. He an't refiued as ho ort to be To flt the statutes of poetry, Nor his clothes don't fit bina, but he fits uie- oíd John Henry. -James Whitcomb Riley. Life. What is IifeV The incessant desfring Of a joy Ihat is never aequired. And instead of that joy the acquiring Of enjoyroents tliat are mt dealred. - Owen Meredith. Truth onuhed lo earth sliall rise again; Thevternal yeara ol (ud are bers; But errnr, oundod, writhen in pain And dies amont; Lis vrursLlpers. -Bryant. Au attractlTe llttle tblng- The mngnet,

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Ann Arbor Courier