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Gems In Verse

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"Givo me but gold," tliu liet'iiar cried, "And the world shall blossom and hloom As it bas not done since tbe Eden days Wcru lirouht out of ebaos and gloom! I wil] drive gauut bunger from off tbo earth, Tbe iuto pleoty th&Li have i new birtb, Tbe heavy hearls sball have cause for mirth, And in pleasure sliul] all abide." And a message came in legal lore, "He is dead and bis wealtb is tbinc." He signed the paper and got the gold. And in velvet sat at bis wine; Tlio wiuds without bowled shrill and cold; In rags and tatters a woman old Came begging, for buuger bad made her bold. And be bpurned ber from his door. - Lou J. Beauchamp. Ambitiuu. Tbu Germán emperor and 1 Within the self same year were bom. Beneatb tbe self saine sky, Upon the self same moru: A kaiser he, of high estáte. And I the usual chance of fatc. His father was a prinee, and mine- Why, just a farmer - tbat is all. Stars still are stars, although some shino. And some roll hid in midnight's pall; But argue, cavil all you can, Jly sire was just as good a man. The Germán emperor and 1 Eat, drink and sleep the self same way; For bread is bread and pin is pie. And kings can eat but thrice a day, And sleep will unly come to those Wbosumoutbsand stomachsare notfoes. I rise at six and go to work, And he at flve, and does the same. We both have cares wo cannot shirk; Mine are for loved ones; his for fame. He may live best, 1 cannot teil; I'm sure I vvisb the kaiser welL I have a wife, and so has he; And yet, if pictures no not err. As f ar as huinaa sigbt can see Mine is by long odds twice as fair. Say, WDOld 1 trade those eyes, dark brown? Not for an cmpress and her crown. And so the emperor and 1 On this one point could ne'er agree; Moreover, we will never try, His f rau suits him and mine suits me. And though his sons ono day may rule, Mine stand Al in the public school. So let the kaiser have his sway. Bid kings and nations tumble down, I have my freedom and my say. And fear no ruler and his crown; For I, unknown to fame or war, Live where each man is emperor. - Fred Warner Shirley. The Good Old Times. What easy times our father had; they Uved a natural way. To earn a half a dollar then they had the whole long day. Some f ourteen bours did they have this meager sum to win, The whole long, blessed day to earn a half a uollar in. How light their lot compared wlth ours; we have to spurt and spin. We who aro granted uut six hours to earn twelve dollars in. Two hundred dollars in a year was all they had to earn. Bat we must earn five thousand- will those old days ne'er return? A.nd they had twelve months to earn It, fourteen hours to the day: But we have to have vacatfons which steal half our time away: We've ouly six hour9 in the day and eight months in the year In which to earn flve thousand- ah, too great the strain, 1 fearl They had so long to earn so little, but our hárd life is such That wo have little time to work in order to earn much. How rich our fathers were- in time- how prodigal and rash! VVhat vast amounts of time they gave for small amounts in cash. And how we sigh for those old days of ato events. When ono had fourteen hours in which to earn his fifty cents; But now wo work like galley sla ves, and wreck and waste our powera For sixty cents in sixty seconds- ah, what a llío Ís ours! - S. W. Foss. The first bringer of unwelcome dcwj Hath but a losing office. -Shakespeare. Today and Tomorrow. If Fortuno with a smiling faco Strcw roses on our way, When shall we stoop to pick theru up? Today, my love, today. Eut should she frown with face of care. And talk of coming sorrow, Whcu sliall we grieve- ií jrieve wc must? Totuorrow, love, toinorrow. If thoso who wronged usown their faults. And kindly pity, pray: When shall we listen and forgive? To !ay, my love, today. Bul ií stern justiee urge rebuke. And warmth from meniory borrow, When shall we cuide - if chide wo daré? Tomorrow, love, tomorrow. If those to whom we owe a debt And harmed unless we pay, When shall we struggle to be just? Today, my love, today. But if our debtor fail our hope. And plead his ruin thorough, When shall we weigh his bretich of faith? Tomorrow, love, tomorrow. If Love, estranged, should once aeain His genial smile display, When shall we klra Uis proffered lips? Today, my love, today. But if he would indulge regret Or dwell with bygone Borrow, When shall we weep- if weep we most? Tomorrow. love, tomorrow. For virtuous acts and harmless joya The minutes will not stay; Weve ahvays time to welcome them Today, my love, today. But care, resentment, angry words And unavailing sorrow Come far too sooa if they appear Tomorrow, love, tomorrow. -Charles Mackay. Flow on, Swlft Streani. Flow on, swif t stream, amid th flcwers. Flow on and dance with Joy, And teil mo of the happy hours When I was yet a boy. I watclied thee with the loved ones then; Now all alone I come again To wunder by thu r: . And I un oíd and they are gone, But it unchanged is giiding on As ycrang and bright 13 ever. Unchanged it seems, yet whn can stay The water's ceaseless motion? The little waves of yesterday Today have reached the ocean; l'nmarked, unmlssed, they swiftly fly; Unmarked, unmUscd, we, too, must dio And leave the inighty river, , Where youth and joy and love and strifo. And all tho various modes of Ufe, Flow on unchanged forevor. -W. E. H. Lecky. War. Wen half th power that filis the world with terror, Were half tho wealth bestow'd on camp and courts iiven t redeem th human raind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts. 'he warrior's name would be a name abhorr'd. And every nation that should lift again ts hand against a brother, on its forehead Should wcar f orevermors the curse of Caín. Liable to be puffod- Smokc ,


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