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Gems In Verse

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Tv.-o littlu Band ' e sea As mucli alikc as pea and ii:one heap n, Uttle !ad With Berioneeyes, and all infent Upon hiü work, with ] Molded a moand, -■ Past him I wondered v, hat it meanti "A pie''" I asked. "A fort," said he. Eeside the other pile of sand There sat a tiny, gold haired niaíd. She patted with her baby hand The warm, white billock,and I aid, "That is a noble fort you've made." "Xo, 'tis a pie," she answered me. We grown folk hardly onderstand The happy faut lefl ehildren have, Eusy aiui.l the seabeai li and Thai ' "iiitu by many a waveThe boy would be a patriot brave; A huusewife would his sister be. Old Dobbin. . eee old Dobbin through the fence. Uow wcai he loóles, and old! 1IÍ3 hair ia falling olí in spots: ho feels the damp and cold; He hangs his head; hia stepisslow; 'tis plaiD enough to seo His thirty years are moro to him than fifty aro to me. He sha!! not work anothcr jot - not that he would complain; But froni thifl hour he ne'er ghall know the touch of wnip or rein. Of all the horses ou the farm he's been the very best I should have thought of it before, but now he shall have rot. I cali to my inind the colt he was, and how I broke him ín. Whew! how he kicked and pranced and plungcd; 'twas doubtful which would win. But I was young as well as he and would not be denied. And since he's been as safo a nag as man would wish to ride. Then in my happy courting days he knew tha very night That I would swing the stable door and greet him with delight. He knew the girl I loved was waiting f ar away and fair. Se Eeemed to say, " 'Twill not bo long before I take you there!" Then on my wedding day he stood with others at the church. No doubt he thought for just that once I lef t him in the lurch. One face, one form, that day of days, was all that I could see. I did not think of Dobbin then, whate'er he thought of me. And when the years had brought their grief, and I learned joy's reverse, He drew the little ones and me beland the gloomy hearse. I cannot say that he divined how lonely waa my lot, But since he has not been the same; I know that I have notl And so through gladnesa and through grief old Dobbin has been near. No wonder that he looks so old when I Lave grown 60 sere. I know full well that fifty years is youth te xnany men. Tis not the years, but that my heart has reached threescore and ten! So while I live his failing life shall naught but comfort know. Old Dobbin, as I said at first, shall ne'er feel rein or blow. The best of oats, the sweetest hay, the field to wander free, Shall all be his- a poor return for all he's been tome! - William L. Keese. Just Be Glad. O heart of mine, we shouldn't Worry so! Wliat we've missed of calm we couldn't Have you know. What wc'vc met of stormy pain. And of sorrow's driving rain, ■Ve can Letter meet again If it blow. We have erred in that dark hour We have known, When the tears feil with the shower All alone- Were not shine and shower blent As the gracious Master meant? Let ua temper our content With his own. For, we know, not every morrow Can be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow We have had. Let us fold away our fears And put by our foolish tears, And through all the coming years Just be glad. -James Whitcomb Riley. The Poet and His Lady. "What Bhall I do for my love? Crown her with fiowers? Floiit like a zephyr above And around her for hours? "Whnt í-hall I do for my dear? Shall I be mute? Or tune tu her delicate ear The strings of my lutu? "What shall I do for my quecn? Set sail tu my bark? Bear her away from the scène O'er the billows so dark? "What shall I do for my sweet? In armor yclad Lay down my life at her feet. And, dytng, be glad" Her lover sang thusly; bot she Interruptod hisdreams Añil whispered, "Just purchase forme Somè chocolate crtaius." - AUy Sloper. n Old Sword. This glittering sword, this same bright blade, A glorious part in history played. See, there half effaced is the British crown. And the bilt i.s ablaze with jewels gay. My grandfather found it in Boston town Just after the British had sailed away- When Washington was our general. And then for years, tradition sings, It helped to scver the apron strings Vhich bound us to England across the seas: It served to make real a hope forlorn; It fought for the thirteen colonles, And then in a proud salutu was borne - When Washington was our president. This glittering sword, this same briuht blado, In a case for a hundred yenrs was lftid. It made all tilles transparant seem In the land where men are equal and free Forever- but wait, now, falnt as a dream, A face and form fair and lovely I see. I forgot that a queen relgns over me. - Munsey's Magazine. Frontier. When man shall sit upon Thought's farthest height, Achicvement's ruidon, hoping thence to see. At last, all ki : ildod to his cight Unveiled by mystery, Tbat vantage point will only show to him Fresh tields beyozid whose utmost edge appear More lofty peaks, which, by their outlines dim. Define a new frontier. -Meredith Nieholson. Concentration. TLe man who 6ecks ono thing in life, and but one, May hopo to achieve it before life be done. But he who seeks all things wín-rever he goes Only reaps from the hopes which ai aund hlm he sows A harvest of barren regrete. Sock it to us- Hoeiery dealers.


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