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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Songs of Friendship</p> +<p>Author: James Whitcomb Riley</p> +<p>Release Date: October 20, 2007 [eBook #23111]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP***</p> +<br><br><center><h3>E-text prepared by Al Haines</h3></center><br><br> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" noshade> +<p> </p> + +<A NAME="img-front"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-front.jpg" ALT=""Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!"" BORDER="0" WIDTH="415" HEIGHT="571"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +RILEY SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP +</H1> + +<BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY +</H2> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WITH PICTURES BY +<BR> +WILL VAWTER +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +NEW YORK +<BR> +GROSSET & DUNLAP +<BR> +PUBLISHERS +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H5 ALIGN="center"> +Copyright 1885, 1887, 1888, 1890,<BR> +1892, 1893, 1894, 1900, 1903, 1908,<BR> +1913, 1915<BR> +<BR> +JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY +</H5> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +To +<BR> +Young E. Allison—Bookman +</H3> + +<BR><BR> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The bookman he's a humming-bird—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">His feasts are honey-fine,—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">(With hi! hilloo!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And clover-dew</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And roses lush and rare!)</SPAN><BR> +<I>His</I> roses are the phrase and word<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of olden tomes divine;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">(With hi! and ho!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And pinks ablow</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And posies everywhere!)</SPAN><BR> +The Bookman he's a humming-bird,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He steals from song to song—</SPAN><BR> +He scents the ripest-blooming rhyme,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And takes his heart along</SPAN><BR> +And sacks all sweets of bursting verse<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And ballads, throng on throng.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">(With ho! and hey!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And brook and brae,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And brinks of shade and shine!)</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A humming-bird the Bookman is—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Though cumbrous, gray and grim,—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">(With hi! hilloo!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And honey-dew</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And odors musty-rare!)</SPAN><BR> +He bends him o'er that page of his<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As o'er the rose's rim.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">(With hi! and ho!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And pinks aglow</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And roses everywhere!)</SPAN><BR> +Ay, he's the featest humming-bird,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On airiest of wings</SPAN><BR> +He poises pendent o'er the poem<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That blossoms as it sings—</SPAN><BR> +God friend him as he dips his beak<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In such delicious things!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">(With ho! and hey!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And world away</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And only dreams for him!)</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O friends of mine, whose kindly words come to me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Voiced only in lost lisps of ink and pen,</SPAN><BR> +If I had power to tell the good you do me,<BR> +And how the blood you warm goes laughing through me,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My tongue would babble baby-talk again.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And I would toddle round the world to meet you—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fall at your feet, and clamber to your knees</SPAN><BR> +And with glad, happy hands would reach and greet you,<BR> +And twine my arms about you, and entreat you<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For leave to weave a thousand rhymes like these—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A thousand rhymes enwrought of nought but presses<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of cherry-lip and apple-cheek and chin,</SPAN><BR> +And pats of honeyed palms, and rare caresses,<BR> +And all the sweets of which as Fancy guesses<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">She folds away her wings and swoons therein.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="Pxv"></A>xv}</SPAN> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CONTENTS +</H2> + +<BR> + +<PRE STYLE="font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10pt"> + PAGE + + <A HREF="#chap142">ABE MARTIN</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 142 + <A HREF="#chap182">AMERICA'S THANKSGIVING</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 182 + <A HREF="#chap101">ANCIENT PRINTERMAN, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 101 + <A HREF="#chap078">ART AND POETRY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 78 + <A HREF="#chap023">BACK FROM TOWN</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 + <A HREF="#chap034">BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34 + <A HREF="#chap152">BECAUSE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 152 + <A HREF="#chap141">CHRISTMAS GREETING</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 141 + <A HREF="#chap132">DAN O'SULLIVAN</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132 + <A HREF="#chap180">DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 180 + <A HREF="#chap080">DOWN TO THE CAPITAL</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80 + <A HREF="#chap046">FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46 + <A HREF="#chap058">GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 58 + <A HREF="#chap140">HER VALENTINE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 140 + <A HREF="#chap153">HERR WEISER</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153 + <A HREF="#chap025">HOBO VOLUNTARY, A</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 + <A HREF="#chap036">I SMOKE MY PIPE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36 + <A HREF="#chap148">IN THE AFTERNOON</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 148 + <A HREF="#chap120">IN THE HEART OF JUNE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120 + <A HREF="#chap100">JAMES B. MAYNARD</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100 + <A HREF="#chap052">LETTER TO A FRIEND, A</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 52 + <A HREF="#chap061">"LITTLE MAN IN THE TINSHOP, THE"</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 61 + <A HREF="#chap146">LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . 146 + <A HREF="#chap158">MOTHER-SONG, A</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158 + <A HREF="#chap074">MY BACHELOR CHUM</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 74 + <A HREF="#chap126">MY FRIEND</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 126 + <A HREF="#chap048">MY HENRY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 +</PRE> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="Pxvi"></A>xvi}</SPAN> + +<PRE STYLE="font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10pt"> + <A HREF="#chap114">MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114 + <A HREF="#chap134">MY OLD FRIEND</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 + <A HREF="#chap121">OLD BAND, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 121 + <A HREF="#chap089">OLD CHUMS</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 + <A HREF="#chap054">OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54 + <A HREF="#chap136">OLD JOHN HENRY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 + <A HREF="#chap185">OLD INDIANY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 185 + <A HREF="#chap092">OLD MAN, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 92 + <A HREF="#chap105">OLD MAN AND JIM, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105 + <A HREF="#chap112">OLD SCHOOL-CHUM, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112 + <A HREF="#chap072">OUR OLD FRIEND NEVERFAIL</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72 + <A HREF="#chap036">POET'S LOVE FOR THE CHILDREN, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 42 + <A HREF="#chap176">REACH YOUR HAND TO ME</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 176 + <A HREF="#chap090">SCOTTY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90 + <A HREF="#chap041">SONG BY UNCLE SIDNEY, A</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41 + <A HREF="#chap162">STEPMOTHER, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 162 + <A HREF="#chap168">THAT NIGHT</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 168 + <A HREF="#chap170">TO ALMON KEEPER</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 170 + <A HREF="#chap174">TO THE QUIET OBSERVER</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 174 + <A HREF="#chap068">TOM VAN ARDEN</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 68 + <A HREF="#chap066">TOMMY SMITH</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 + <A HREF="#chap128">TRAVELING MAN, THE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 128 + <A HREF="#chap040">UNCLE SIDNEY TO MARCELLUS</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40 + <A HREF="#chap160">WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 160 + <A HREF="#chap163">WHEN OLD JACK DIED</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163 + <A HREF="#chap060">WHEN WE THREE MEET</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60 +</PRE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="Pxvii"></A>xvii}</SPAN> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +ILLUSTRATIONS +</H2> + +<BR> + +<PRE STYLE="font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10pt"> + PAGE + + <A HREF="#img-front">"SLEEP, FOR THY MOTHER BENDS OVER THEE YET!"</A> . . Frontispiece + <A HREF="#img-023">BACK FROM TOWN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 + <A HREF="#img-025">A HOBO VOLUNTARY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 + <A HREF="#img-027">HE CAMPS NEAR TOWN, ON THE OLD CRICK-BANK</A> . . . . . . . 27 + <A HREF="#img-031">AND SO LIKEWISE DOES THE FARMHANDS STARE</A> . . . . . . . . 31 + <A HREF="#img-033">A HOBO VOLUNTARY--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33 + <A HREF="#img-034">BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . 34 + <A HREF="#img-035">BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . 35 + <A HREF="#img-037">AND WRAPPED IN SHROUDS OF DRIFTING CLOUDS</A> . . . . . . . 37 + <A HREF="#img-040">UNCLE SIDNEY TO MARCELLUS--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . 40 + <A HREF="#img-042">THE POET'S LOVE FOR THE CHILDREN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . 42 + <A HREF="#img-043">OF THE ORCHARD-LANDS OF CHILDHOOD</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 43 + <A HREF="#img-046">FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . 46 + <A HREF="#img-047">FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . 47 + <A HREF="#img-048">MY HENRY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 + <A HREF="#img-049">NOTHIN' THAT BOY WOULDN'T RESK!</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 49 + <A HREF="#img-052">A LETTER TO A FRIEND--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 52 + <A HREF="#img-053">A LETTER TO A FRIEND--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 53 + <A HREF="#img-054">THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 54 + <A HREF="#img-055">THE BLESSED OLD VOLUME</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 55 + <A HREF="#img-058">GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 58 + <A HREF="#img-059">GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 + <A HREF="#img-061">"THE LITTLE MAN IN THE TINSHOP"--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . 61 + <A HREF="#img-063">THE ORCHESTRA, WITH ITS MELODY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 63 + <A HREF="#img-066">TOMMY SMITH--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 + <A HREF="#img-072">OUR OLD FRIEND NEVERFAIL--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . 72 + <A HREF="#img-075">HIS MOUTH IS A GRIN WITH THE CORNERS TUCKED IN</A> . . . . . 75 + <A HREF="#img-078">ART AND POETRY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 78 + <A HREF="#img-080">DOWN TO THE CAPITAL--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80 + <A HREF="#img-083">TO OLD ONE-LEGGED CHAPS, LIKE ME</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 83 +</PRE> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="Pxviii"></A>xviii}</SPAN> + +<PRE STYLE="font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10pt"> + <A HREF="#img-087">"IT'S ALL JES' ARTIFICIAL, THIS-ERE HIGH-PRICED + LIFE OF OURS"</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 + <A HREF="#img-089">OLD CHUMS--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 + <A HREF="#img-090">SCOTTY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90 + <A HREF="#img-092">THE OLD MAN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 92 + <A HREF="#img-095">IN YOUR REPOSEFUL GAZE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95 + <A HREF="#img-099">THE OLD MAN--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 99 + <A HREF="#img-101">THE ANCIENT PRINTERMAN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 101 + <A HREF="#img-103">O PRINTERMAN OF SALLOW FACE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103 + <A HREF="#img-105">THE OLD MAN AND JIM--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105 + <A HREF="#img-107">"WELL, GOOD-BY, JIM"</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 107 + <A HREF="#img-109">THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 109 + <A HREF="#img-110">THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 110 + <A HREF="#img-111">THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111 + <A HREF="#img-112">THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112 + <A HREF="#img-113">THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 113 + <A HREF="#img-114">MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . 114 + <A HREF="#img-115">AH, FRIEND OF MINE, HOW GOES IT</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 115 + <A HREF="#img-119">MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . 119 + <A HREF="#img-121">THE OLD BAND--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 121 + <A HREF="#img-123">I WANT TO HEAR THE OLD BAND PLAY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 123 + <A HREF="#img-125">THE OLD BAND--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 125 + <A HREF="#img-126">MY FRIEND--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 126 + <A HREF="#img-127">MY FRIEND--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 127 + <A HREF="#img-128">THE TRAVELING MAN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 128 + <A HREF="#img-129">WHO HAVE MET HIM WITH SMILES AND WITH CHEER</A> . . . . . . 129 + <A HREF="#img-132">DAN O'SULLIVAN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132 + <A HREF="#img-133">DAN O'SULLIVAN--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 133 + <A HREF="#img-134">MY OLD FRIEND--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 + <A HREF="#img-136">OLD JOHN HENRY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 + <A HREF="#img-137">A SMILIN' FACE AND A HEARTY HAND</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 137 + <A HREF="#img-141">CHRISTMAS GREETING--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 141 + <A HREF="#img-142">ABE MARTIN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 142 + <A HREF="#img-143">HIS MOUTH, LIKE HIS PIPE, 'S ALLUS GOIN'</A> . . . . . . . . 143 + <A HREF="#img-146">THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . 146 + <A HREF="#img-147">THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . 147 + <A HREF="#img-148">IN THE AFTERNOON--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 148 + <A HREF="#img-149">YOU IN THE HAMMOCK; AND I, NEAR BY</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 149 + <A HREF="#img-151">IN THE AFTERNOON--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 151 +</PRE> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="Pxix"></A>xix}</SPAN> + +<PRE STYLE="font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10pt"> + <A HREF="#img-153">HERR WEISER--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153 + <A HREF="#img-155">AND LILY AND ASTER AND COLUMBINE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 155 + <A HREF="#img-157">HERR WEISER--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 157 + <A HREF="#img-158">A MOTHER-SONG--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158 + <A HREF="#img-160">WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . 160 + <A HREF="#img-161">WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . 161 + <A HREF="#img-163">WHEN OLD JACK DIED--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163 + <A HREF="#img-165">WE COULDN'T ONLY CRY WHEN OLD JACK DIED</A> . . . . . . . . 165 + <A HREF="#img-167">WHEN OLD JACK DIED--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . 167 + <A HREF="#img-168">THAT NIGHT--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 168 + <A HREF="#img-169">THAT NIGHT--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 169 + <A HREF="#img-170">TO ALMON KEEFER--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 170 + <A HREF="#img-171">UNDER "THE OLD SWEET APPLE TREE"</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 171 + <A HREF="#img-173">TO ALMON KEEFER--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 173 + <A HREF="#img-174">TO THE QUIET OBSERVER--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 174 + <A HREF="#img-175">TO THE QUIET OBSERVER--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 175 + <A HREF="#img-176">REACH YOUR HAND TO ME--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 176 + <A HREF="#img-177">REACH YOUR HAND TO ME, MY FRIEND</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 177 + <A HREF="#img-179">REACH YOUR HAND TO ME--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . 179 + <A HREF="#img-180">THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . 180 + <A HREF="#img-181">THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . 181 + <A HREF="#img-182">AMERICA'S THANKSGIVING--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 182 + <A HREF="#img-185">OLD INDIANY--HEADPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 185 + <A HREF="#img-187">BUT, FELLERS, SHE'S A LEAKY STATE!</A> . . . . . . . . . . . 187 + <A HREF="#img-190">OLD INDIANY--TAILPIECE</A> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 190 +</PRE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap023"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P23"></A>23}</SPAN> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +RILEY SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP +</H1> + +<BR><BR> + +<A NAME="img-023"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-023.jpg" ALT="Back from town--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="214" HEIGHT="257"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BACK FROM TOWN +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old friends allus is the best,<BR> +Halest-like and heartiest:<BR> +Knowed us first, and don't allow<BR> +We're so blame much better now!<BR> +They was standin' at the bars<BR> +When we grabbed "the kivvered kyars"<BR> +And lit out fer town, to make<BR> +Money—and that old mistake!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P24"></A>24}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We thought then the world we went<BR> +Into beat "The Settlement,"<BR> +And the friends 'at we'd make there<BR> +Would beat any anywhere!—<BR> +And they do—fer that's their biz:<BR> +They beat all the friends they is—<BR> +'Cept the raal old friends like you<BR> +'At staid at home, like I'd ort to!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +W'y, of all the good things yit<BR> +I ain't shet of, is to quit<BR> +Business, and git back to sheer<BR> +These old comforts waitin' here—<BR> +These old friends; and these old hands<BR> +'At a feller understands;<BR> +These old winter nights, and old<BR> +Young-folks chased in out the cold!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Sing "Hard Times'll come ag'in<BR> +No More!" and neighbors all jine in!<BR> +Here's a feller come from town<BR> +Wants that-air old fiddle down<BR> +From the chimbly!—Git the floor<BR> +Cleared fer one cowtillion more!—<BR> +It's poke the kitchen fire, says he,<BR> +And shake a friendly leg with me!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap025"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P25"></A>25}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-025"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-025.jpg" ALT="A hobo voluntary--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="183" HEIGHT="209"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A HOBO VOLUNTARY<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life;<BR> +It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight—<BR> +It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn<BR> +For the life of a hobo, never to return.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The hobo's heart it is light and free,<BR> +Though it's Sweethearts all, farewell, to thee!—<BR> +Farewell to thee, for it's far away<BR> +The homeless hobo's footsteps stray.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In the morning bright, or the dusk so dim,<BR> +It's any path is the one for him!<BR> +He'll take his chances, long or short,<BR> +For to meet his fate with a valiant heart.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P26"></A>26}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, it's beauty mops out the sidetracked-car,<BR> +And it's beauty-beaut' at the pigs-feet bar;<BR> +But when his drinks and his eats is made<BR> +Then the hobo shunts off down the grade.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He camps near town, on the old crick-bank,<BR> +And he cuts his name on the water-tank—<BR> +He cuts his name and the hobo sign,—<BR> +"Bound for the land of corn and wine!"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +(Oh, it's I like friends that he'ps me through,<BR> +And the friends also that he'ps you, too,—<BR> +Oh, I like all friends, 'most every kind<BR> +But I don't like friends that don't like mine.)<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +There's friends of mine, when they gits the hunch,<BR> +Comes a swarmin' in, the blasted bunch,—<BR> +"Clog-step Jonny" and "Flat-wheel Bill"<BR> +And "Brockey Ike" from Circleville.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +With "Cooney Ward" and "Sikes the Kid"<BR> +And old "Pop Lawson"—the best we had—<BR> +The rankest mug and the worst for lush<BR> +And the dandiest of the whole blame push.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P27"></A>27}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-027"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-027.jpg" ALT="He camps near town on the old crick-bank" BORDER="0" WIDTH="416" HEIGHT="559"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P29"></A>29}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, them's the times I remembers best<BR> +When I took my chance with all the rest,<BR> +And hogged fried chicken and roastin' ears, too,<BR> +And sucked cheroots when the feed was through.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, the hobo's way is the railroad line,<BR> +And it's little he cares for schedule time;<BR> +Whatever town he's a-striken for<BR> +Will wait for him till he gits there.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And whatever burg that he lands in<BR> +There's beauties there just thick for him—<BR> +There's beauty at "The Queen's Taste Lunch-stand," sure,<BR> +Or "The Last Chance Boardin' House" back-door.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He's lonesome-like, so he gits run in,<BR> +To git the hang o' the world ag'in;<BR> +But the laundry circles he moves in there<BR> +Makes him sigh for the country air,—<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P30"></A>30}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So it's Good-by gals! and he takes his chance<BR> +And wads hisself through the workhouse-fence:<BR> +He sheds the town and the railroad, too,<BR> +And strikes mud roads for a change of view.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The jay drives by on his way to town,<BR> +And looks on the hobo in high scorn,<BR> +And so likewise does the farmhands stare—<BR> +But what the haids does the hobo care!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He hits the pike, in the summer's heat<BR> +Or the winter's cold, with its snow and sleet—<BR> +With a boot on one foot, and one shoe—<BR> +Or he goes barefoot, if he chooses to.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But he likes the best, when the days is warm,<BR> +With his bum Prince-Albert on his arm—<BR> +He likes to size up a farmhouse where<BR> +They haint no man nor bulldog there.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, he gits his meals wherever he can,<BR> +So natchurly he's a handy man—<BR> +He's a handy man both day and night,<BR> +And he's always blest with an appetite!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P31"></A>31}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-031"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-031.jpg" ALT="And so likewise do the farmhands stare" BORDER="0" WIDTH="405" HEIGHT="569"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P33"></A>33}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A tin o' black coffee, and a rhuburb pie—<BR> +Be they old and cold as charity—<BR> +They're hot-stuff enough for the pore hobo,<BR> +And it's "Thanks, kind lady, for to treat me so!"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Then he fills his pipe with a stub cigar<BR> +And swipes a coal from the kitchen fire,<BR> +And the hired girl says, in a smilin' tone,—<BR> +"It's good-by, John, if you call that goin'!"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life,<BR> +It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight—<BR> +It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn<BR> +For the life of a hobo, never to return.<BR> +</P> + +<A NAME="img-033"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-033.jpg" ALT="A hobo voluntary--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="200" HEIGHT="154"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap034"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P34"></A>34}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-034"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-034.jpg" ALT="Be our fortunes as they may--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="188" HEIGHT="234"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Be our fortunes as they may,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Touched with loss or sorrow,</SPAN><BR> +Saddest eyes that weep to-day<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">May be glad to-morrow.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Yesterday the rain was here,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the winds were blowing—</SPAN><BR> +Sky and earth and atmosphere<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Brimmed and overflowing.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P35"></A>35}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But to-day the sun is out,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the drear November</SPAN><BR> +We were then so vexed about<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Now we scarce remember.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Yesterday you lost a friend—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Bless your heart and love it!—</SPAN><BR> +For you scarce could comprehend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All the aching of it;—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But I sing to you and say:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Let the lost friend sorrow—</SPAN><BR> +Here's another come to-day,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Others may to-morrow.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<A NAME="img-035"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-035.jpg" ALT="Be our fortunes as they may--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="173" HEIGHT="164"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap036"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P36"></A>36}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +I SMOKE MY PIPE<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I can't extend to every friend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In need a helping hand—</SPAN><BR> +No matter though I wish it so,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Tis not as Fortune planned;</SPAN><BR> +But haply may I fancy they<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Are men of different stripe</SPAN><BR> +Than others think who hint and wink,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And so—I smoke my pipe!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A golden coal to crown the bowl—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My pipe and I alone,—</SPAN><BR> +I sit and muse with idler views<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Perchance than I should own:—</SPAN><BR> +It might be worse to own the purse<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whose glutted bowels gripe</SPAN><BR> +In little qualms of stinted alms;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And so I smoke my pipe.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P37"></A>37}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-037"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-037.jpg" ALT="And wrapped in shrouds of drifting clouds" BORDER="0" WIDTH="403" HEIGHT="565"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P39"></A>39}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And if inclined to moor my mind<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And cast the anchor Hope,</SPAN><BR> +A puff of breath will put to death<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The morbid misanthrope</SPAN><BR> +That lurks inside—as errors hide<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In standing forms of type</SPAN><BR> +To mar at birth some line of worth;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And so I smoke my pipe.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The subtle stings misfortune flings<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Can give me little pain</SPAN><BR> +When my narcotic spell has wrought<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">This quiet in my brain:</SPAN><BR> +When I can waste the past in taste<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So luscious and so ripe</SPAN><BR> +That like an elf I hug myself;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And so I smoke my pipe.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And wrapped in shrouds of drifting clouds<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I watch the phantom's flight,</SPAN><BR> +Till alien eyes from Paradise<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Smile on me as I write:</SPAN><BR> +And I forgive the wrongs that live,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As lightly as I wipe</SPAN><BR> +Away the tear that rises here;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And so I smoke my pipe.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap040"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P40"></A>40}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-040"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-040.jpg" ALT="Uncle Sidney to Marcellus--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="124" HEIGHT="208"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +UNCLE SIDNEY TO MARCELLUS<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Marcellus, won't you tell us—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Truly tell us, if you can,—</SPAN><BR> +What will you be, Marcellus,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When you get to be a man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You turn, with never answer<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But to the band that plays.—</SPAN><BR> +O rapt and eerie dancer,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">What of your future days?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Far in the years before us<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We dreamers see your fame,</SPAN><BR> +While song and praise in chorus<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Make music of your name.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And though our dreams foretell us<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As only visions can,</SPAN><BR> +You must prove it, O Marcellus,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When you get to be a man!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap041"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P41"></A>41}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A SONG BY UNCLE SIDNEY<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O were I not a clod, intent<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On being just an earthly thing,</SPAN><BR> +I'd be that rare embodiment<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Heart and Spirit, Voice and Wing,</SPAN><BR> +With pure, ecstatic, rapture-sent,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Divinely-tender twittering</SPAN><BR> +That Echo swoons to re-present,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A bluebird in the Spring.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap042"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P42"></A>42}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-042"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-042.jpg" ALT="The poet's love for the children--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="215" HEIGHT="196"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE POET'S LOVE FOR THE CHILDREN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Kindly and warm and tender,<BR> +He nestled each childish palm<BR> +So close in his own that his touch was a prayer<BR> +And his speech a blessed psalm.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He has turned from the marvelous pages<BR> +Of many an alien tome—<BR> +Haply come down from Olivet,<BR> +Or out from the gates of Rome—<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P43"></A>43}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-043"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-043.jpg" ALT="Of the orchard-lands of childhood" BORDER="0" WIDTH="401" HEIGHT="542"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P45"></A>45}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Set sail o'er the seas between him<BR> +And each little beckoning hand<BR> +That fluttered about in the meadows<BR> +And groves of his native land,—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Fluttered and flashed on his vision<BR> +As, in the glimmering light<BR> +Of the orchard-lands of childhood,<BR> +The blossoms of pink and white.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And there have been sobs in his bosom,<BR> +As out on the shores he stept,<BR> +And many a little welcomer<BR> +Has wondered why he wept.—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +That was because, O children,<BR> +Ye might not always be<BR> +The same that the Savior's arms were wound<BR> +About, in Galilee.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap046"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P46"></A>46}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-046"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-046.jpg" ALT="Friend of a wayward hour--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="201" HEIGHT="206"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Friend of a wayward hour, you came<BR> +Like some good ghost, and went the same;<BR> +And I within the haunted place<BR> +Sit smiling on your vanished face,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And talking with—your name.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But thrice the pressure of your hand—<BR> +First hail—congratulations—and<BR> +Your last "God bless you!" as the train<BR> +That brought you snatched you back again<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Into the unknown land.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P47"></A>47}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"God bless me?" Why, your very prayer<BR> +Was answered ere you asked it there,<BR> +I know—for when you came to lend<BR> +Me your kind hand, and call me friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">God blessed me unaware.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-047"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-047.jpg" ALT="Friend of a wayward hour--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="215" HEIGHT="204"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap048"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P48"></A>48}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-048"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-048.jpg" ALT="My Henry--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="246" HEIGHT="260"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MY HENRY<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He's jes' a great, big, awk'ard, hulkin'<BR> +Feller,—humped, and sort o' sulkin'—<BR> +Like, and ruther still-appearin'—<BR> +Kind-as-ef he wuzn't keerin'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whether school helt out er not—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That's my Henry, to a dot!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Allus kind o' liked him—whether<BR> +Childern, er growed-up together!<BR> +Fifteen year' ago and better,<BR> +'Fore he ever knowed a letter,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Run acrosst the little fool</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In my Primer-class at school.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P49"></A>49}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-049"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-049.jpg" ALT="Nothin' that boy wouldn't resk!" BORDER="0" WIDTH="404" HEIGHT="555"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P51"></A>51}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When the Teacher wuzn't lookin',<BR> +He'd be th'owin' wads; er crookin'<BR> +Pins; er sprinklin' pepper, more'n<BR> +Likely, on the stove; er borin'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Gimlet-holes up thue his desk—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nothin' <I>that</I> boy wouldn't resk!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But, somehow, as I was goin'<BR> +On to say, he seemed so knowin',<BR> +<I>Other</I> ways, and cute and cunnin'—<BR> +Allus wuz a notion runnin'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thue my giddy, fool-head he</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Jes' had be'n cut out fer me!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Don't go much on <I>prophesyin'</I>,<BR> +But last night whilse I wuz fryin'<BR> +Supper, with that man a-pitchin'<BR> +Little Marthy round the kitchen,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Think-says-I, "Them baby's eyes</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is my Henry's, jes' p'cise!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap052"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P52"></A>52}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-052"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-052.jpg" ALT="A letter to a friend--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="179" HEIGHT="266"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A LETTER TO A FRIEND<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The past is like a story<BR> +I have listened to in dreams<BR> +That vanished in the glory<BR> +Of the Morning's early gleams;<BR> +And—at my shadow glancing—<BR> +I feel a loss of strength,<BR> +As the Day of Life advancing<BR> +Leaves it shorn of half its length.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P53"></A>53}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But it's all in vain to worry<BR> +At the rapid race of Time—<BR> +And he flies in such a flurry<BR> +When I trip him with a rhyme,<BR> +I'll bother him no longer<BR> +Than to thank you for the thought<BR> +That "my fame is growing stronger<BR> +As you really think it ought."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And though I fall below it,<BR> +I might know as much of mirth<BR> +To live and die a poet<BR> +Of unacknowledged worth;<BR> +For Fame is but a vagrant—<BR> +Though a loyal one and brave,<BR> +And his laurels ne'er so fragrant<BR> +As when scattered o'er the grave.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-053"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-053.jpg" ALT="A letter to a friend--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="206" HEIGHT="162"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap054"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P55"></A>55}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-054"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-054.jpg" ALT="The old-fashioned Bible--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="249" HEIGHT="196"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That now but in mem'ry I sadly review;</SPAN><BR> +The old meeting-house at the edge of the wildwood,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The rail fence, and horses all tethered thereto;</SPAN><BR> +The low, sloping roof, and the bell in the steeple,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The doves that came fluttering out overhead</SPAN><BR> +As it solemnly gathered the God-fearing people<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To hear the old Bible my grandfather read.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">The old-fashioned Bible—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The dust-covered Bible—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The leathern-bound Bible my grandfather read.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P56"></A>56}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-055"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-055.jpg" ALT="The blessed old volume" BORDER="0" WIDTH="399" HEIGHT="549"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P57"></A>57}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The blessed old volume! The face bent above it—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As now I recall it—is gravely severe,</SPAN><BR> +Though the reverent eye that droops downward to love it<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Makes grander the text through the lens of a tear,</SPAN><BR> +And, as down his features it trickles and glistens,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The cough of the deacon is stilled, and his head</SPAN><BR> +Like a haloed patriarch's leans as he listens<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To hear the old Bible my grandfather read.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">The old-fashioned Bible—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The dust-covered Bible—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The leathern-bound Bible my grandfather read.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah! who shall look backward with scorn and derision<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And scoff the old book though it uselessly lies</SPAN><BR> +In the dust of the past, while this newer revision<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lisps on of a hope and a home in the skies?</SPAN><BR> +Shall the voice of the Master be stifled and riven?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shall we hear but a tithe of the words He has said,</SPAN><BR> +When so long He has, listening, leaned out of Heaven<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To hear the old Bible my grandfather read?</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">The old-fashioned Bible—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The dust-covered Bible—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The leathern-bound Bible my grandfather read.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap058"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P58"></A>58}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-058"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-058.jpg" ALT="Good-by er howdy-do--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="259" HEIGHT="166"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Say good-by er howdy-do—<BR> +What's the odds betwixt the two?<BR> +Comin'—goin', ev'ry day—<BR> +Best friends first to go away—<BR> +Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold<BR> +Than their weight in solid gold<BR> +Slips their grip while greetin' you.—<BR> +Say good-by er howdy-do!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P59"></A>59}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Howdy-do, and then, good-by—<BR> +Mixes jes' like laugh and cry;<BR> +Deaths and births, and worst and best,<BR> +Tangled their contrariest;<BR> +Ev'ry jinglin' weddin'-bell<BR> +Skeerin' up some funer'l knell.—<BR> +Here's my song, and there's your sigh.—<BR> +Howdy-do, and then, good-by!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Say good-by er howdy-do—<BR> +Jes' the same to me and you;<BR> +'Taint worth while to make no fuss,<BR> +'Cause the job's put up on us!<BR> +Some One's runnin' this concern<BR> +That's got nothin' else to learn:<BR> +Ef <I>He's</I> willin', we'll pull through—<BR> +Say good-by er howdy-do!<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-059"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-059.jpg" ALT="Good-by er howdy-do--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="146" HEIGHT="170"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap060"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P60"></A>60}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHEN WE THREE MEET<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine<BR> +Whose verses well and flow as wine,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My thirsting fancy thou dost fill</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With draughts delicious, sweeter still</SPAN><BR> +Since tasted by those lips of thine.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I pledge thee, through the chill sunshine<BR> +Of autumn, with a warmth divine,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thrilled through as only I shall thrill</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">When we three meet.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I pledge thee, if we fast or dine,<BR> +We yet shall loosen, line by line,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old ballads, and the blither trill</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of our-time singers—for there will</SPAN><BR> +Be with us all the Muses nine<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">When we three meet.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap061"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P61"></A>61}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-061"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-061.jpg" ALT=""The little man in the tinshop"--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="303" HEIGHT="270"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +"THE LITTLE MAN IN THE TINSHOP"<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When I was a little boy, long ago,<BR> +And spoke of the theater as the "show,"<BR> +The first one that I went to see,<BR> +Mother's brother it was took me—<BR> +(My uncle, of course, though he seemed to be<BR> +Only a boy—I loved him so!)<BR> +And ah, how pleasant he made it all!<BR> +And the things he knew that <I>I</I> should know!—<BR> +The stage, the "drop," and the frescoed wall;<BR> +The sudden flash of the lights; and oh,<BR> +The orchestra, with its melody,<BR> +And the lilt and jingle and jubilee<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of "The Little Man in the Tinshop"!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P62"></A>62}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +For Uncle showed me the "Leader" there,<BR> +With his pale, bleak forehead and long, black hair;<BR> +Showed me the "Second," and "'Cello," and "Bass,"<BR> +And the "B-Flat," pouting and puffing his face<BR> +At the little end of the horn he blew<BR> +Silvery bubbles of music through;<BR> +And he coined me names of them, each in turn,<BR> +Some comical name that I laughed to learn,<BR> +Clean on down to the last and best,—<BR> +The lively little man, never at rest,<BR> +Who hides away at the end of the string,<BR> +And tinkers and plays on everything,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That's "The Little Man in the Tinshop"!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Raking a drum like a rattle of hail,<BR> +Clinking a cymbal or castanet;<BR> +Chirping a twitter or sending a wail<BR> +Through a piccolo that thrills me yet;<BR> +Reeling ripples of riotous bells,<BR> +And tipsy tinkles of triangles—<BR> +Wrangled and tangled in skeins of sound<BR> +Till it seemed that my very soul spun round,<BR> +As I leaned, in a breathless joy, toward my<BR> +Radiant uncle, who snapped his eye<BR> +And said, with the courtliest wave of his hand,<BR> +"Why, that little master of all the band<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is 'The Little Man in the Tinshop'!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P63"></A>63}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-063"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-063.jpg" ALT="The orchestra, with its melody" BORDER="0" WIDTH="405" HEIGHT="560"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P65"></A>65}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"And I've heard Verdi, the Wonderful,<BR> +And Paganini, and Ole Bull,<BR> +Mozart, Handel, and Mendelssohn,<BR> +And fair Parepa, whose matchless tone<BR> +Karl, her master, with magic bow,<BR> +Blent with the angels', and held her so<BR> +Tranced till the rapturous Infinite—<BR> +And I've heard arias, faint and low,<BR> +From many an operatic light<BR> +Glimmering on my swimming sight<BR> +Dimmer and dimmer, until, at last,<BR> +I still sit, holding my roses fast<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For 'The Little Man in the Tinshop.'"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oho! my Little Man, joy to you—<BR> +And <I>yours</I>—and <I>theirs</I>—your lifetime through!<BR> +Though <I>I've</I> heard melodies, boy and man,<BR> +Since first "the show" of my life began,<BR> +Never yet have I listened to<BR> +Sadder, madder, or gladder glees<BR> +Than your unharmonied harmonies;<BR> +For yours is the music that appeals<BR> +To all the fervor the boy's heart feels—<BR> +All his glories, his wildest cheers,<BR> +His bravest hopes, and his brightest tears;<BR> +And so, with his first bouquet, he kneels<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To "The Little Man in the Tinshop."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap066"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P66"></A>66}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-066"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-066.jpg" ALT="Tommy Smith--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="154" HEIGHT="233"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TOMMY SMITH<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Dimple-cheeked and rosy-lipped,<BR> +With his cap-rim backward tipped,<BR> +Still in fancy I can see<BR> +Little Tommy smile on me—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little Tommy Smith.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Little unsung Tommy Smith—<BR> +Scarce a name to rhyme it with;<BR> +Yet most tenderly to me<BR> +Something sings unceasingly—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little Tommy Smith.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P67"></A>67}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +On the verge of some far land<BR> +Still forever does he stand,<BR> +With his cap-rim rakishly<BR> +Tilted; so he smiles on me—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little Tommy Smith.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Elder-blooms contrast the grace<BR> +Of the rover's radiant face—<BR> +Whistling back, in mimicry,<BR> +"Old—Bob—White!" all liquidly—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little Tommy Smith.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O my jaunty statuette<BR> +Of first love, I see you yet.<BR> +Though you smile so mistily,<BR> +It is but through tears I see,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little Tommy Smith.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But, with crown tipped back behind,<BR> +And the glad hand of the wind<BR> +Smoothing back your hair, I see<BR> +Heaven's best angel smile on me,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little Tommy Smith.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap068"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P68"></A>68}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TOM VAN ARDEN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Our warm fellowship is one</SPAN><BR> +Far too old to comprehend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where its bond was first begun:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Mirage-like before my gaze</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Gleams a land of other days,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Where two truant boys, astray,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Dream their lazy lives away.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +There's a vision, in the guise<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of Midsummer, where the Past</SPAN><BR> +Like a weary beggar lies<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the shadow Time has cast;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And as blends the bloom of trees</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">With the drowsy hum of bees,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Fragrant thoughts and murmurs blend,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P69"></A>69}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All the pleasures we have known</SPAN><BR> +Thrill me now as I extend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">This old hand and grasp your own—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Feeling, in the rude caress,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">All affection's tenderness;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Feeling, though the touch be rough,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Our old souls are soft enough.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So we'll make a mellow hour:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fill your pipe, and taste the wine—</SPAN><BR> +Warp your face, if it be sour,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I can spare a smile from mine;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">If it sharpen up your wit,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Let me feel the edge of it—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I have eager ears to lend,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Are we "lucky dogs," indeed?</SPAN><BR> +Are we all that we pretend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the jolly life we lead?—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Bachelors, we must confess,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Boast of "single blessedness"</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">To the world, but not alone—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Man's best sorrow is his own!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P70"></A>70}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And the saddest truth is this,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Life to us has never proved</SPAN><BR> +What we tasted in the kiss<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of the women we have loved:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Vainly we congratulate</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Our escape from such a fate</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">As their lying lips could send,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Tom Van Arden, my old friend!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hearts, like fruit upon the stem,</SPAN><BR> +Ripen sweetest, I contend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As the frost falls over them:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Your regard for me to-day</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Makes November taste of May,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And through every vein of rhyme</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Pours the blood of summer-time.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When our souls are cramped with youth<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Happiness seems far away</SPAN><BR> +In the future, while, in truth,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We look back on it to-day</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Through our tears, nor dare to boast,—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Better to have loved and lost!"</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Broken hearts are hard to mend,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P71"></A>71}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I grow prosy, and you tire;</SPAN><BR> +Fill the glasses while I bend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To prod up the failing fire. . . .</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">You are restless:—I presume</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">There's a dampness in the room.—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Much of warmth our nature begs,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">With rheumatics in our legs! . . .</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Humph! the legs we used to fling<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Limber-jointed in the dance,</SPAN><BR> +When we heard the fiddle ring<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Up the curtain of Romance,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And in crowded public halls</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Played with hearts like jugglers' balls.—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em"><I>Feats of mountebanks, depend!</I>—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Pardon, then, this theme of mine:</SPAN><BR> +While the firelight leaps to lend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Higher color to the wine,—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I propose a health to those</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Who have <I>homes</I>, and home's repose,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Wife- and child-love without end!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">. . . Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap072"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P72"></A>72}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-072"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-072.jpg" ALT="Our old friend Neverfail--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="208" HEIGHT="233"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OUR OLD FRIEND NEVERFAIL<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O it's good to ketch a relative 'at's richer and don't run<BR> +When you holler out to hold up, and'll joke and have his fun;<BR> +It's good to hear a man called bad and then find out he's not,<BR> +Er strike some chap they call lukewarm 'at's really red-hot;<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P73"></A>73}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It's good to know the Devil's painted jes' a leetle black,<BR> +And it's good to have most anybody pat you on the back;—<BR> +But jes' the best thing in the world's our old friend Neverfail,<BR> +When he wags yer hand as honest as an old dog wags his tail!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I like to strike the man I owe the same time I can pay,<BR> +And take back things I've borried, and su'prise folks thataway;<BR> +I like to find out that the man I voted fer last fall,<BR> +That didn't git elected, was a scoundrel after all;<BR> +I like the man that likes the pore and he'ps 'em when he can;<BR> +I like to meet a ragged tramp 'at's still a gentleman;<BR> +But most I like—with you, my boy—our old friend Neverfail,<BR> +When he wags yer hand as honest as an old dog wags his tail!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap074"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P74"></A>74}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MY BACHELOR CHUM<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A corpulent man is my bachelor chum,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With a neck apoplectic and thick—</SPAN><BR> +An abdomen on him as big as a drum,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And a fist big enough for the stick;</SPAN><BR> +With a walk that for grace is clear out of the case,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And a wobble uncertain—as though</SPAN><BR> +His little bow-legs had forgotten the pace<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That in youth used to favor him so.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He is forty, at least; and the top of his head<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is a bald and a glittering thing;</SPAN><BR> +And his nose and his two chubby cheeks are as red<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As three rival roses in spring;</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P75"></A>75}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-075"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-075.jpg" ALT="His mouth is a grin with the corners tucked in" BORDER="0" WIDTH="400" HEIGHT="557"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P77"></A>77}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His mouth is a grin with the corners tucked in,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And his laugh is so breezy and bright</SPAN><BR> +That it ripples his features and dimples his chin<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With a billowy look of delight.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He is fond of declaring he "don't care a straw"—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That "the ills of a bachelor's life</SPAN><BR> +Are blisses, compared with a mother-in-law<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And a boarding-school miss for a wife!"</SPAN><BR> +So he smokes and he drinks, and he jokes and he winks,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And he dines and he wines, all alone,</SPAN><BR> +With a thumb ever ready to snap as he thinks<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of the comforts he never has known.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But up in his den—(Ah, my bachelor chum!)—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I have sat with him there in the gloom,</SPAN><BR> +When the laugh of his lips died away to become<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But a phantom of mirth in the room.</SPAN><BR> +And to look on him there you would love him, for all<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">His ridiculous ways, and be dumb</SPAN><BR> +As the little girl-face that smiles down from the wall<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On the tears of my bachelor chum.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap078"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P78"></A>78}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-078"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-078.jpg" ALT="Art and poetry--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="161" HEIGHT="258"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ART AND POETRY<BR> +</H3> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +TO HOMER DAVENPORT<BR> +</H4> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Wess he says, and sort o' grins,<BR> +"Art and Poetry is twins!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Yit, if I'd my pick, I'd shake<BR> +Poetry, and no mistake!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Pictures, allus, 'peared to <I>me</I>,<BR> +Clean laid over Poetry!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P79"></A>79}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Let me <I>draw</I>, and then, i jings,<BR> +I'll not keer a straw who sings.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"'F I could draw as you have drew,<BR> +Like to jes' swop pens with you!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Picture-drawin' 's my pet vision<BR> +Of Life-work in Lands Elysian.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Pictures is first language we<BR> +Find hacked out in History.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Most delight we ever took<BR> +Was in our first Picture-book.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"'Thout the funny picture-makers,<BR> +They'd be lots more undertakers!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Still, as I say, Rhymes and Art<BR> +'Smighty hard to tell apart.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Songs and pictures go together<BR> +Same as birds and summer weather."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So Wess says, and sort o' grins,<BR> +"Art and Poetry is twins."<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap080"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P80"></A>80}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-080"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-080.jpg" ALT="Down to the Capital--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="218" HEIGHT="182"> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +DOWN TO THE CAPITAL<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington, D. C.,<BR> +Where Congerss meets and passes on the pensions ort to be<BR> +Allowed to old one-legged chaps, like me, 'at sence the war<BR> +Don't wear their pants in pairs at all—and yit how proud we are!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P81"></A>81}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old Flukens, from our deestrick, jes' turned in and tuck and made<BR> +Me stay with him whilse I was there; and longer 'at I stayed<BR> +The more I kep' a-wantin' jes' to kind o' git away,<BR> +And yit a-feelin' sociabler with Flukens ever' day.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You see I'd got the idy—and I guess most folks agrees—<BR> +'At men as rich as him, you know, kin do jes' what they please;<BR> +A man worth stacks o' money, and a Congerssman and all,<BR> +And livin' in a buildin' bigger'n Masonic Hall!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Now mind, I'm not a-faultin' Fluke—he made his money square:<BR> +We both was Forty-niners, and both bu'sted gittin' there;<BR> +I weakened and onwindlassed, and he stuck and stayed and made<BR> +His millions; don't know what <I>I'm</I> worth untel my pension's paid.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But I was goin' to tell you—er a-ruther goin' to try<BR> +To tell you how he's livin' now: gas burnin' mighty nigh<BR> +In ever' room about the house; and ever' night, about,<BR> +Some blame reception goin' on, and money goin' out.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P82"></A>82}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +They's people there from all the world—jes' ever' kind 'at lives,<BR> +Injuns and all! and Senators, and Ripresentatives;<BR> +And girls, you know, jes' dressed in gauze and roses, I declare,<BR> +And even old men shamblin' round a-waltzin' with 'em there!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And bands a-tootin' circus-tunes, 'way in some other room<BR> +Jes' chokin' full o' hothouse plants and pinies and perfume;<BR> +And fountains, squirtin' stiddy all the time; and statutes, made<BR> +Out o' puore marble, 'peared-like, sneakin' round there in the shade.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And Fluke he coaxed and begged and pled with me to take a hand<BR> +And sashay in amongst 'em—crutch and all, you understand;<BR> +But when I said how tired I was, and made fer open air,<BR> +He follered, and tel five o'clock we set a-talkin' there.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P83"></A>83}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-083"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-083.jpg" ALT="To old one-legged chaps, like me" BORDER="0" WIDTH="405" HEIGHT="615"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P85"></A>85}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"My God!" says he—Fluke says to me, "I'm tireder'n you!<BR> +Don't putt up yer tobacker tel you give a man a chew.<BR> +Set back a leetle furder in the shadder—that'll do;<BR> +I'm tireder'n you, old man; I'm tireder'n you.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"You see that-air old dome," says he, "humped up ag'inst the sky?<BR> +It's grand, first time you see it; but it changes, by and by,<BR> +And then it stays jes' thataway—jes' anchored high and dry<BR> +Betwixt the sky up yender and the achin' of yer eye.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Night's purty; not so purty, though, as what it ust to be<BR> +When my first wife was livin'. You remember her?" says he.<BR> +I nodded-like, and Fluke went on, "I wonder now ef she<BR> +Knows where I am—and what I am—and what I ust to be?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"That band in there!—I ust to think 'at music couldn't wear<BR> +A feller out the way it does; but that ain't music there—<BR> +That's jes' a' <I>imitation</I>, and like ever'thing, I swear,<BR> +I hear, er see, er tetch, er taste, er tackle anywhere!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P86"></A>86}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"It's all jes' <I>artificial</I>, this-'ere high-priced life of ours;<BR> +The theory, it's sweet enough, tel it saps down and sours.<BR> +They's no <I>home</I> left, ner <I>ties</I> o' home about it. By the powers,<BR> +The whole thing's artificialer'n artificial flowers!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"And all I want, and could lay down and sob fer, is to know<BR> +The homely things of homely life; fer instance, jes' to go<BR> +And set down by the kitchen stove—Lord! that 'u'd rest me so,—<BR> +Jes' set there, like I ust to do, and laugh and joke, you know.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Jes' set there, like I ust to do," says Fluke, a-startin' in,<BR> +'Peared-like, to say the whole thing over to hisse'f ag'in;<BR> +Then stopped and turned, and kind o' coughed, and stooped<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">and fumbled fer</SPAN><BR> +Somepin' o' 'nuther in the grass—I guess his handkercher.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Well, sence I'm back from Washington, where I left Fluke a-still<BR> +A-leggin' fer me, heart and soul, on that-air pension bill,<BR> +I've half-way struck the notion, when I think o' wealth and sich,<BR> +They's nothin' much patheticker'n jes' a-bein' rich!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P87"></A>87}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-087"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-087.jpg" ALT=""It's all jes' artificial, this-'ere high-priced life of ours"" BORDER="0" WIDTH="408" HEIGHT="565"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap089"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P89"></A>89}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-089"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-089.jpg" ALT="Old chums--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="257" HEIGHT="210"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD CHUMS<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"If I die first," my old chum paused to say,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">"Mind! not a whimper of regret:—instead,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Laugh and be glad, as I shall.—Being dead,</SPAN><BR> +I shall not lodge so very far away<BR> +But that our mirth shall mingle.—So, the day<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The word comes, joy with me." "I'll try," I said,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Though, even speaking, sighed and shook my head</SPAN><BR> +And turned, with misted eyes. His roundelay<BR> +Rang gaily on the stair; and then the door<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Opened and—closed. . . . Yet something of the clear,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Hale hope, and force of wholesome faith he had</SPAN><BR> +Abided with me—strengthened more and more.—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Then—then they brought his broken body here:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And I laughed—whisperingly—and we were glad.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap090"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P90"></A>90}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-090"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-090.jpg" ALT="Scotty--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="135" HEIGHT="226"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +SCOTTY<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Scotty's dead—Of course he is!<BR> +Jes' that same old luck of his!—<BR> +Ever sence we went cahoots<BR> +He's be'n first, you bet yer boots!<BR> +When our schoolin' first begun,<BR> +Got two whippin's to my one:<BR> +Stold and smoked the first cigar:<BR> +Stood up first before the bar,<BR> +Takin' whisky-straight—and me<BR> +Wastin' time on "blackberry"!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P91"></A>91}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Beat me in the Army, too,<BR> +And clean on the whole way through!<BR> +In more scrapes around the camp,<BR> +And more troubles, on the tramp:<BR> +Fought and fell there by my side<BR> +With more bullets in his hide,<BR> +And more glory in the cause,—<BR> +That's the kind o' man <I>he</I> was!<BR> +Luck liked Scotty more'n me.—<BR> +<I>I</I> got married: Scotty, he<BR> +Never even would <I>apply</I><BR> +Fer the pension-money I<BR> +Had to beg of "Uncle Sam"—<BR> +That's the kind o' cuss <I>I</I> am!—<BR> +Scotty allus first and best—<BR> +Me the last and ornriest!<BR> +Yit fer all that's said and done—<BR> +All the battles fought and won—<BR> +We hain't prospered, him ner me—<BR> +Both as pore as pore could be,—<BR> +Though we've allus, up tel now,<BR> +Stuck together anyhow—<BR> +Scotty allus, as I've said,<BR> +Luckiest—And now he's <I>dead</I>!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap092"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P92"></A>92}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-092"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-092.jpg" ALT="The old man--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="266" HEIGHT="313"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE OLD MAN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Lo! steadfast and serene,<BR> +In patient pause between<BR> +The seen and the unseen,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">What gentle zephyrs fan</SPAN><BR> +Your silken silver hair,—<BR> +And what diviner air<BR> +Breathes round you like a prayer,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P93"></A>93}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Can you, in nearer view<BR> +Of Glory, pierce the blue<BR> +Of happy Heaven through;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And, listening mutely, can</SPAN><BR> +Your senses, dull to us,<BR> +Hear Angel-voices thus,<BR> +In chorus glorious—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In your reposeful gaze<BR> +The dusk of Autumn days<BR> +Is blent with April haze,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As when of old began</SPAN><BR> +The bursting of the bud<BR> +Of rosy babyhood—<BR> +When all the world was good,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And yet I find a sly<BR> +Little twinkle in your eye;<BR> +And your whisperingly shy<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Little laugh is simply an</SPAN><BR> +Internal shout of glee<BR> +That betrays the fallacy<BR> +You'd perpetrate on me,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P94"></A>94}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So just put up the frown<BR> +That your brows are pulling down!<BR> +Why, the fleetest boy in town,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As he bared his feet and ran,</SPAN><BR> +Could read with half a glance—<BR> +And of keen rebuke, perchance—<BR> +Your secret countenance,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Now, honestly, confess:<BR> +Is an old man any less<BR> +Than the little child we bless<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And caress when we can?</SPAN><BR> +Isn't age but just a place<BR> +Where you mask the childish face<BR> +To preserve its inner grace,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Hasn't age a truant day,<BR> +Just as that you went astray<BR> +In the wayward, restless way,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When, brown with dust and tan,</SPAN><BR> +Your roguish face essayed,<BR> +In solemn masquerade,<BR> +To hide the smile it made,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P95"></A>95}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-095"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-095.jpg" ALT="In your reposeful gaze" BORDER="0" WIDTH="410" HEIGHT="563"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P97"></A>97}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Now, fair, and square, and true,<BR> +Don't your old soul tremble through,<BR> +As in youth it used to do<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When it brimmed and overran</SPAN><BR> +With the strange, enchanted sights,<BR> +And the splendors and delights<BR> +Of the old "Arabian Nights,"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When, haply, you have fared<BR> +Where glad Aladdin shared<BR> +His lamp with you, and dared<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The Afrite and his clan;</SPAN><BR> +And, with him, clambered through<BR> +The trees where jewels grew—<BR> +And filled your pockets, too,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Or, with Sinbad, at sea—<BR> +And in veracity<BR> +Who has sinned as bad as he,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or would, or will, or can?—</SPAN><BR> +Have you listened to his lies,<BR> +With open mouth and eyes,<BR> +And learned his art likewise,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P98"></A>98}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And you need not deny<BR> +That your eyes were wet as dry,<BR> +Reading novels on the sly!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And review them, if you can</SPAN><BR> +And the same warm tears will fall—<BR> +Only faster, that is all—<BR> +Over Little Nell and Paul,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, you were a lucky lad—<BR> +Just as good as you were bad!<BR> +And the host of friends you had—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Charley, Tom, and Dick, and Dan;</SPAN><BR> +And the old School-Teacher, too,<BR> +Though he often censured you;<BR> +And the girls in pink and blue,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And—as often you have leant,<BR> +In boyish sentiment,<BR> +To kiss the letter sent<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">By Nelly, Belle, or Nan—</SPAN><BR> +Wherein the rose's hue<BR> +Was red, the violet blue—<BR> +And sugar sweet—and you,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man,—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P99"></A>99}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So, to-day, as lives the bloom,<BR> +And the sweetness, and perfume<BR> +Of the blossoms, I assume,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On the same mysterious plan</SPAN><BR> +The Master's love assures,<BR> +That the selfsame boy endures<BR> +In that hale old heart of yours,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Old Man.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-099"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-099.jpg" ALT="The old man--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="188" HEIGHT="194"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap100"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P100"></A>100}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +JAMES B. MAYNARD<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His daily, nightly task is o'er—<BR> +He leans above his desk no more.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His pencil and his pen say not<BR> +One further word of gracious thought.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +All silent is his <I>voice</I>, yet clear<BR> +For all a grateful world to hear;<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He poured abroad his human love<BR> +In opulence unmeasured of—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +While, in return, his meek demand,—<BR> +The warm clasp of a neighbor-hand<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In recognition of the true<BR> +World's duty that he lived to do.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So was he kin of yours and mine—<BR> +So, even by the hallowed sign<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Of silence which he listens to,<BR> +He hears our tears as falls the dew.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap101"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P101"></A>101}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-101"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-101.jpg" ALT="The ancient printerman--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="197" HEIGHT="215"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE ANCIENT PRINTERMAN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O Printerman of sallow face,<BR> +And look of absent guile,<BR> +Is it the 'copy' on your 'case'<BR> +That causes you to smile?<BR> +Or is it some old treasure scrap<BR> +You call from Memory's file?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"I fain would guess its mystery—<BR> +For often I can trace<BR> +A fellow dreamer's history<BR> +Whene'er it haunts the face;<BR> +Your fancy's running riot<BR> +In a retrospective race!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P102"></A>102}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Ah, Printerman, you're straying<BR> +Afar from 'stick' and type—<BR> +Your heart has 'gone a-maying,'<BR> +And you taste old kisses, ripe<BR> +Again on lips that pucker<BR> +At your old asthmatic pipe!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"You are dreaming of old pleasures<BR> +That have faded from your view;<BR> +And the music-burdened measures<BR> +Of the laughs you listen to<BR> +Are now but angel-echoes—<BR> +O, have I spoken true?"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The ancient Printer hinted<BR> +With a motion full of grace<BR> +To where the words were printed<BR> +On a card above his "case,"—<BR> +"'I am deaf and dumb!" I left him<BR> +With a smile upon his face.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P103"></A>103}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-103"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-103.jpg" ALT="O Printerman of sallow face" BORDER="0" WIDTH="407" HEIGHT="563"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap105"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P105"></A>105}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-105"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-105.jpg" ALT="The old man and Jim--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="207" HEIGHT="219"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE OLD MAN AND JIM<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old man never had much to say—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Ceptin' to Jim,—</SPAN><BR> +And Jim was the wildest boy he had—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!</SPAN><BR> +Never heerd him speak but once<BR> +Er twice in my life,—and first time was<BR> +When the army broke out, and Jim he went,<BR> +The old man backin' him, fer three months;<BR> +And all 'at I heerd the old man say<BR> +Was, jes' as we turned to start away,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Well, good-by, Jim:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take keer o' yourse'f!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P106"></A>106}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +'Peared-like, he was more satisfied<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Jes' <I>lookin'</I> at Jim</SPAN><BR> +And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see?—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him!</SPAN><BR> +And over and over I mind the day<BR> +The old man come and stood round in the way<BR> +While we was drillin', a-watchin' Jim—<BR> +And down at the deepo a-heerin' him say,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Well, good-by, Jim:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take keer of yourse'f!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Never was nothin' about the <I>farm</I><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Disting'ished Jim;</SPAN><BR> +Neighbors all ust to wonder why<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The old man 'peared wrapped up in him;</SPAN><BR> +But when Cap. Biggler he writ back<BR> +'At Jim was the bravest boy we had<BR> +In the whole dern rigiment, white er black,<BR> +And his fightin' good as his farmin' bad—<BR> +'At he had led, with a bullet clean<BR> +Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag<BR> +Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen,—<BR> +The old man wound up a letter to him<BR> +'At Cap. read to us, 'at said: "Tell Jim<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Good-by,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And take keer of hisse'f."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P107"></A>107}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-107"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-107.jpg" ALT=""Well, good-by, Jim"" BORDER="0" WIDTH="408" HEIGHT="561"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P109"></A>109}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Jim come home jes' long enough<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To take the whim</SPAN><BR> +'At he'd like to go back in the calvery—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!</SPAN><BR> +Jim 'lowed 'at he'd had sich luck afore,<BR> +Guessed he'd tackle her three years more.<BR> +And the old man give him a colt he'd raised,<BR> +And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade,<BR> +And laid around fer a week er so,<BR> +Watchin' Jim on dress-parade—<BR> +Tel finally he rid away,<BR> +And last he heerd was the old man say,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Well, good-by, Jim:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take keer of yourse'f!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-109"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-109.jpg" ALT="The old man and Jim--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="173" HEIGHT="177"> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P110"></A>110}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tuk the papers, the old man did,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A-watchin' fer Jim—</SPAN><BR> +Fully believin' he'd make his mark<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Some</I> way—jes' wrapped up in him!—</SPAN><BR> +And many a time the word 'u'd come<BR> +'At stirred him up like the tap of a drum—<BR> +At Petersburg, fer instunce, where<BR> +Jim rid right into their cannons there,<BR> +And tuk 'em, and p'inted 'em t'other way,<BR> +And socked it home to the boys in gray<BR> +As they scooted fer timber, and on and on—<BR> +Jim a lieutenant, and one arm gone,<BR> +And the old man's words in his mind all day,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Well, good-by, Jim:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take keer of yourse'f!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-110"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-110.jpg" ALT="The old man and Jim--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="143" HEIGHT="167"> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P111"></A>111}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Think of a private, now, perhaps,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We'll say like Jim,</SPAN><BR> +'At's dumb clean up to the shoulder-straps—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!</SPAN><BR> +Think of him—with the war plum' through,<BR> +And the glorious old Red-White-and-Blue<BR> +A-laughin' the news down over Jim,<BR> +And the old man, bendin' over him—<BR> +The surgeon turnin' away with tears<BR> +'At hadn't leaked fer years and years,<BR> +As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to<BR> +His father's, the old voice in his ears,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Well, good-by, Jim:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take keer of yourse'f!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-111"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-111.jpg" ALT="The old man and Jim--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="173" HEIGHT="164"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap112"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P112"></A>112}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-112"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-112.jpg" ALT="The old school-chum--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="185" HEIGHT="276"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He puts the poem by, to say<BR> +His eyes are not themselves to-day!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A sudden glamour o'er his sight—<BR> +A something vague, indefinite—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +An oft-recurring blur that blinds<BR> +The printed meaning of the lines,<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And leaves the mind all dusk and dim<BR> +In swimming darkness—strange to him!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P113"></A>113}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It is not childishness, I guess,—<BR> +Yet something of the tenderness<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +That used to wet his lashes when<BR> +A boy seems troubling him again;—<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The old emotion, sweet and wild,<BR> +That drove him truant when a child,<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +That he might hide the tears that fell<BR> +Above the lesson—"Little Nell."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And so it is he puts aside<BR> +The poem he has vainly tried<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To follow; and, as one who sighs<BR> +In failure, through a poor disguise<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Of smiles, he dries his tears, to say<BR> +His eyes are not themselves to-day.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-113"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-113.jpg" ALT="The old school-chum--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="193" HEIGHT="149"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap114"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P114"></A>114}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-114"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-114.jpg" ALT="My jolly friend's secret--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="146" HEIGHT="214"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah, friend of mine, how goes it<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Since you've taken you a mate?—</SPAN><BR> +Your smile, though, plainly shows it<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Is a very happy state!</SPAN><BR> +Dan Cupid's necromancy!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You must sit you down and dine,</SPAN><BR> +And lubricate your fancy<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With a glass or two of wine.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P115"></A>115}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-115"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-115.jpg" ALT="Ah, friend of mine, how goes it" BORDER="0" WIDTH="406" HEIGHT="558"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P117"></A>117}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And as you have "deserted,"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As my other chums have done,</SPAN><BR> +While I laugh alone diverted,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As you drop off one by one—-</SPAN><BR> +And I've remained unwedded,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Till—you see—look here—that I'm,</SPAN><BR> +In a manner, "snatched bald-headed"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">By the sportive hand of Time!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I'm an "old 'un!" yes, but wrinkles<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Are not so plenty, quite,</SPAN><BR> +As to cover up the twinkles<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of the <I>boy</I>—ain't I right?</SPAN><BR> +Yet there are ghosts of kisses<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Under this mustache of mine</SPAN><BR> +My mem'ry only misses<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When I drown 'em out with wine.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +From acknowledgment so ample,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You would hardly take me for</SPAN><BR> +What I am—a perfect sample<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of a "jolly bachelor";</SPAN><BR> +Not a bachelor has being<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When he laughs at married life</SPAN><BR> +But his heart and soul's agreeing<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That he ought to have a wife!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P118"></A>118}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ah, ha! old chum, this claret,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Like Fatima, holds the key</SPAN><BR> +Of the old Blue-Beardish garret<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of my hidden mystery!</SPAN><BR> +Did you say you'd like to listen?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ah, my boy! the "<I>Sad No More!</I>"</SPAN><BR> +And the tear-drops that will glisten—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Turn the catch upon the door,</I></SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And sit you down beside me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And put yourself at ease—</SPAN><BR> +I'll trouble you to slide me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That wine decanter, please;</SPAN><BR> +The path is kind o' mazy<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where my fancies have to go,</SPAN><BR> +And my heart gets sort o' lazy<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On the journey—don't you know?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Let me see—when I was twenty—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It's a lordly age, my boy,</SPAN><BR> +When a fellow's money's plenty,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the leisure to enjoy—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P119"></A>119}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And a girl—with hair as golden<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As—<I>that</I>; and lips—well—quite</SPAN><BR> +As red as <I>this</I> I'm holdin'<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Between you and the light?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And eyes and a complexion—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ah, heavens!—le'-me-see—</SPAN><BR> +Well,—just in this connection,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>Did you lock that door for me?</I></SPAN><BR> +Did I start in recitation<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My past life to recall?</SPAN><BR> +Well, <I>that's</I> an indication<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I am purty tight—that's all!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-119"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-119.jpg" ALT="My jolly friend's secret--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="200" HEIGHT="150"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap120"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P120"></A>120}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +IN THE HEART OF JUNE<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In the heart of June, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You and I together,</SPAN><BR> +On from dawn till noon, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Laughing with the weather;</SPAN><BR> +Blending both our souls, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the selfsame tune,</SPAN><BR> +Drinking all life holds, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the heart of June.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +In the heart of June, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With its golden weather,</SPAN><BR> +Underneath the moon, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You and I together.</SPAN><BR> +Ah! how sweet to seem, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Drugged and half aswoon</SPAN><BR> +With this luscious dream, love,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In the heart of June.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap121"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P121"></A>121}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-121"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-121.jpg" ALT="The old band--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="216" HEIGHT="227"> +</CENTER> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE OLD BAND<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It's mighty good to git back to the old town, shore,<BR> +Considerin' I've be'n away twenty year and more.<BR> +Sence I moved then to Kansas, of course I see a change,<BR> +A-comin' back, and notice things that's new to me and strange;<BR> +Especially at evening when yer new band-fellers meet,<BR> +In fancy uniforms and all, and play out on the street—<BR> +. . . What's come of old Bill Lindsey and the Saxhorn fellers—say?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I want to hear the <I>old</I> band play.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P122"></A>122}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +What's come of Eastman, and Nat Snow? And where's War Barnett at?<BR> +And Nate and Bony Meek; Bill Hart; Tom Richa'son and that-<BR> +Air brother of him played the drum as twic't as big as Jim;<BR> +And old Hi Kerns, the carpenter—say, what's become o' him?<BR> +I make no doubt yer <I>new band</I> now's a <I>competenter</I> band,<BR> +And plays their music more by note than what they play by hand,<BR> +And stylisher and grander tunes; but somehow—anyway,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I want to hear the <I>old</I> band play.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Sich tunes as "John Brown's Body" and "Sweet Alice," don't you know;<BR> +And "The Camels is A-comin'," and "John Anderson, my Jo";<BR> +And a dozent others of 'em—"Number Nine" and "Number 'Leven"<BR> +Was favo-<I>rites</I> that fairly made a feller dream o' Heaven.<BR> +And when the boys 'u'd saranade, I've laid so still in bed<BR> +I've even heerd the locus'-blossoms droppin' on the shed<BR> +When "Lilly Dale," er "Hazel Dell," had sobbed and died away—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">. . . I want to hear the <I>old</I> band play.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P123"></A>123}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-123"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-123.jpg" ALT="I want to hear the old band play" BORDER="0" WIDTH="409" HEIGHT="552"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P125"></A>125}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Yer <I>new</I> band ma'by beats it, but the <I>old band's</I> what I said—<BR> +It allus 'peared to kind o' chord with somepin' in my head;<BR> +And, whilse I'm no musicianer, when my blame' eyes is jes'<BR> +Nigh drownded out, and Mem'ry squares her jaws and sort o' says<BR> +She <I>won't</I> ner <I>never</I> will fergit, I want to jes' turn in<BR> +And take and light right out o' here and git back West ag'in<BR> +And <I>stay</I> there, when I git there, where I never haf to say<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I want to hear the <I>old</I> band play.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-125"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-125.jpg" ALT="The old band--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="159" HEIGHT="211"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap126"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P126"></A>126}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-126"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-126.jpg" ALT="My friend--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="172" HEIGHT="181"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MY FRIEND<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"He is my friend," I said,—<BR> +"Be patient!" Overhead<BR> +The skies were drear and dim;<BR> +And lo! the thought of him<BR> +Smiled on my heart—and then<BR> +The sun shone out again!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"He is my friend!" The words<BR> +Brought summer and the birds;<BR> +And all my winter-time<BR> +Thawed into running rhyme<BR> +And rippled into song,<BR> +Warm, tender, brave, and strong.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P127"></A>127}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And so it sings to-day.—<BR> +So may it sing alway!<BR> +Though waving grasses grow<BR> +Between, and lilies blow<BR> +Their trills of perfume clear<BR> +As laughter to the ear,<BR> +Let each mute measure end<BR> +With "Still he is thy friend."<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-127"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-127.jpg" ALT="My friend--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="202" HEIGHT="225"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap128"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P128"></A>128}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-128"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-128.jpg" ALT="The traveling man--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="158" HEIGHT="115"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE TRAVELING MAN<BR> +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +I<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Could I pour out the nectar the gods only can,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I would fill up my glass to the brim</SPAN><BR> +And drink the success of the Traveling Man,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the house represented by him;</SPAN><BR> +And could I but tincture the glorious draught<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With his smiles, as I drank to him then,</SPAN><BR> +And the jokes he has told and the laughs he has laughed,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I would fill up the goblet again—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And drink to the sweetheart who gave him good-by<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With a tenderness thrilling him this</SPAN><BR> +Very hour, as he thinks of the tear in her eye<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That salted the sweet of her kiss;</SPAN><BR> +To her truest of hearts and her fairest of hands<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I would drink, with all serious prayers,</SPAN><BR> +Since the heart she must trust is a Traveling Man's,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And as warm as the ulster he wears.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P129"></A>129}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-129"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-129.jpg" ALT="Who have met him with smiles and with cheer" BORDER="0" WIDTH="408" HEIGHT="557"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P131"></A>131}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +II<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I would drink to the wife, with the babe on her knee,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Who awaits his returning in vain—</SPAN><BR> +Who breaks his brave letters so tremulously<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And reads them again and again!</SPAN><BR> +And I'd drink to the feeble old mother who sits<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">At the warm fireside of her son</SPAN><BR> +And murmurs and weeps o'er the stocking she knits,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As she thinks of the wandering one.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I would drink a long life and a health to the friends<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Who have met him with smiles and with cheer—</SPAN><BR> +To the generous hand that the landlord extends<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To the wayfarer journeying here:</SPAN><BR> +And I pledge, when he turns from this earthly abode<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And pays the last fare that he can,</SPAN><BR> +Mine Host of the Inn at the End of the Road<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Will welcome the Traveling Man!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap132"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P132"></A>132}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-132"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-132.jpg" ALT="Dan O'Sullivan--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="111" HEIGHT="113"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +DAN O'SULLIVAN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Dan O'Sullivan: It's your<BR> +Lips have kissed "The Blarney," sure!—<BR> +To be trillin' praise av me,<BR> +Dhrippin' swhate wid poethry!—<BR> +Not that I'd not have ye sing—<BR> +Don't lave off for anything—<BR> +Jusht be aisy whilst the fit<BR> +Av me head shwells up to it!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Dade and thrue, I'm not the man,<BR> +Whilst yer singin', loike ye can,<BR> +To cry shtop because ye've blesht<BR> +My songs more than all the resht:—<BR> +I'll not be the b'y to ax<BR> +Any shtar to wane or wax,<BR> +Or ax any clock that's woun'<BR> +To run up inshtid av down!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P133"></A>133}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Whist yez! Dan O'Sullivan!—<BR> +Him that made the Irishman<BR> +Mixt the birds in wid the dough,<BR> +And the dew and mistletoe<BR> +Wid the whusky in the quare<BR> +Muggs av us—and here we air,<BR> +Three parts right, and three parts wrong,<BR> +Shpiked with beauty, wit and song!<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-133"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-133.jpg" ALT="Dan O'Sullivan--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="179" HEIGHT="264"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap134"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P134"></A>134}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-134"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-134.jpg" ALT="My old friend--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="248" HEIGHT="273"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MY OLD FRIEND<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You've a manner all so mellow,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +That it cheers and warms a fellow,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +Just to meet and greet you, and<BR> +Feel the pressure of a hand<BR> +That one may understand,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P135"></A>135}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Though dimmed in youthful splendor,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +Your smiles are still as tender,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +And your eyes as true a blue<BR> +As your childhood ever knew,<BR> +And your laugh as merry, too,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +For though your hair is faded,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +And your step a trifle jaded,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +Old Time, with all his lures<BR> +In the trophies he secures,<BR> +Leaves young that heart of yours,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And so it is you cheer me,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +For to know you still are near me,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend,</SPAN><BR> +Makes my hopes of clearer light,<BR> +And my faith of surer sight,<BR> +And my soul a purer white,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My old friend.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap136"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P136"></A>136}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-136"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-136.jpg" ALT="Old John Henry--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="182" HEIGHT="248"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD JOHN HENRY<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old John's jes' made o' the commonest stuff—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Old John Henry—</SPAN><BR> +He's tough, I reckon,—but none too tough—<BR> +Too tough though's better than not enough!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Says old John Henry.</SPAN><BR> +He does his best, and when his best's bad,<BR> +He don't fret none, ner he don't git sad—<BR> +He simply 'lows it's the best he had:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Old John Henry!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P137"></A>137}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-137"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-137.jpg" ALT="A smilin' face and hearty hand" BORDER="0" WIDTH="402" HEIGHT="560"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P139"></A>139}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His doctern's jes' o' the plainest brand—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Old John Henry—</SPAN><BR> +A smilin' face and a hearty hand<BR> +'S religen 'at all folks understand,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Says old John Henry.</SPAN><BR> +He's stove up some with the rhumatiz,<BR> +And they hain't no shine on them shoes o' his,<BR> +And his hair hain't cut—but his eye-teeth is:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Old John Henry!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He feeds hisse'f when the stock's all fed—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Old John Henry—</SPAN><BR> +And sleeps like a babe when he goes to bed—<BR> +And dreams o' Heaven and home-made bread,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Says old John Henry.</SPAN><BR> +He hain't refined as he'd ort to be<BR> +To fit the statutes o' poetry,<BR> +Ner his clothes don't fit him—but <I>he</I> fits <I>me</I>:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Old John Henry!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap140"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P140"></A>140}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HER VALENTINE<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me.<BR> +It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree,<BR> +And hovering above them—just as cute as he can be—<BR> +Is a fairy Cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And the prankish little fellow looks so knowing in his glee,<BR> +With his golden bow and arrow, aiming most unerringly<BR> +At a pair of hearts so labeled that I may read and see<BR> +That one is meant for "One Who Loves," and one is meant for me.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But I know the lad who sent it! It's as plain as A-B-C!—<BR> +For the roses they are <I>blushing</I>, and the vase stands <I>awkwardly</I>,<BR> +And the little god above it—though as cute as he can be—<BR> +Can not breathe the lightest whisper of his burning love for me.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap141"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P141"></A>141}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-141"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-141.jpg" ALT="Christmas greeting--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="301" HEIGHT="198"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHRISTMAS GREETING<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A word of Godspeed and good cheer<BR> +To all on earth, or far or near,<BR> +Or friend or foe, or thine or mine—<BR> +In echo of the voice divine,<BR> +Heard when the star bloomed forth and lit<BR> +The world's face, with God's smile on it.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap142"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P142"></A>142}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-142"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-142.jpg" ALT="Abe Martin--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="205" HEIGHT="211"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ABE MARTIN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Abe Martin!—dad-burn his old picture!<BR> +P'tends he's a Brown County fixture—<BR> +A kind of a comical mixture<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of hoss-sense and no sense at all!</SPAN><BR> +His mouth, like his pipe, 's allus goin',<BR> +And his thoughts, like his whiskers, is flowin',<BR> +And what he don't know ain't wuth knowin'—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From Genesis clean to baseball!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P143"></A>143}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-143"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-143.jpg" ALT="His mouth, like his pipe, 's allus goin'" BORDER="0" WIDTH="400" HEIGHT="560"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P145"></A>145}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The artist, Kin Hubbard, 's so keerless<BR> +He draws Abe 'most eyeless and earless,<BR> +But he's never yet pictured him cheerless<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Er with fun 'at he tries to conceal,—</SPAN><BR> +Whuther on to the fence er clean over<BR> +A-rootin' up ragweed er clover,<BR> +Skeert stiff at some "Rambler" er "Rover"<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Er newfangled automo<I>beel</I>!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +It's a purty steep climate old Brown's in;<BR> +And the rains there his ducks nearly drowns in<BR> +The old man hisse'f wades his rounds in<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As ca'm and serene, mighty nigh</SPAN><BR> +As the old handsaw-hawg, er the mottled<BR> +Milch cow, er the old rooster wattled<BR> +Like the mumps had him 'most so well throttled<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That it was a pleasure to die.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But best of 'em all's the fool-breaks 'at<BR> +Abe don't see at all, and yit makes 'at<BR> +Both me and you lays back and shakes at<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">His comic, miraculous cracks</SPAN><BR> +Which makes him—clean back of the power<BR> +Of genius itse'f in its flower—<BR> +This Notable Man of the Hour,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Abe Martin, The Joker on Facts.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap146"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P146"></A>146}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-146"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-146.jpg" ALT="The little old poem that nobody reads--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="285" HEIGHT="214"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The little old poem that nobody reads<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Blooms in a crowded space,</SPAN><BR> +Like a ground-vine blossom, so low in the weeds<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That nobody sees its face—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Unless, perchance, the reader's eye</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Stares through a yawn, and hurries by,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">For no one wants, or loves, or heeds,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">The little old poem that nobody reads.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P147"></A>147}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The little old poem that nobody reads<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was written—where?—and when?</SPAN><BR> +Maybe a hand of goodly deeds<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thrilled as it held the pen:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Maybe the fountain whence it came</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Was a heart brimmed o'er with tears of shame,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And maybe its creed is the worst of creeds—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">The little old poem that nobody reads.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But, little old poem that nobody reads,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Holding you here above</SPAN><BR> +The wound of a heart that warmly bleeds<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">For all that knows not love,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I well believe if the old World knew</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">As dear a friend as I find in you,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">That friend would tell it that all it needs</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Is the little old poem that nobody reads.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-147"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-147.jpg" ALT="The little old poem that nobody reads--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="180" HEIGHT="164"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap148"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P148"></A>148}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-148"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-148.jpg" ALT="In the afternoon--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="194" HEIGHT="209"> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +IN THE AFTERNOON<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You in the hammock; and I, near by,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Was trying to read, and to swing you, too;</SPAN><BR> +And the green of the sward was so kind to the eye,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the shade of the maples so cool and blue,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That often I looked from the book to you</SPAN><BR> +To say as much, with a sigh.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You in the hammock. The book we'd brought<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From the parlor—to read in the open air,—</SPAN><BR> +Something of love and of Launcelot<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And Guinevere, I believe, was there—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But the afternoon, it was far more fair</SPAN><BR> +Than the poem was, I thought.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P149"></A>149}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-149"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-149.jpg" ALT="You in the hammock; and I, near by" BORDER="0" WIDTH="410" HEIGHT="562"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P151"></A>151}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You in the hammock; and on and on.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I droned and droned through the rhythmic stuff—</SPAN><BR> +But, with always a half of my vision gone<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Over the top of the page—enough</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To caressingly gaze at you, swathed in the fluff</SPAN><BR> +Of your hair and your odorous "lawn."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You in the hammock—and that was a year—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fully a year ago, I guess—</SPAN><BR> +And what do we care for their Guinevere<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And her Launcelot and their lordliness!—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You in the hammock still, and—Yes—</SPAN><BR> +Kiss me again, my dear!<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-151"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-151.jpg" ALT="In the afternoon--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="251" HEIGHT="200"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap152"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P152"></A>152}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BECAUSE<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Why did we meet long years of yore?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And why did we strike hands and say</SPAN><BR> +"We will be friends and nothing more";<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Why are we musing thus to-day?</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Because because was just because,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And no one knew just why it was.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Why did I say good-by to you?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Why did I sail across the main?</SPAN><BR> +Why did I love not heaven's own blue<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Until I touched these shores again?</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Because because was just because,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And you nor I knew why it was.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Why are my arms about you now,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And happy tears upon your cheek?</SPAN><BR> +And why my kisses on your brow?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Look up in thankfulness and speak!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Because because was just because,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And only God knew why it was.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap153"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P153"></A>153}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-153"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-153.jpg" ALT="Herr Weiser--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="218" HEIGHT="199"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HERR WEISER<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Herr Weiser!—Threescore years and ten,—<BR> +A hale white rose of his countrymen,<BR> +Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam,<BR> +And blossomy as his German home—<BR> +As blossomy and as pure and sweet<BR> +As the cool green glen of his calm retreat,<BR> +Far withdrawn from the noisy town<BR> +Where trade goes clamoring up and down,<BR> +Whose fret and fever, and stress and strife,<BR> +May not trouble his tranquil life!<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P154"></A>154}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Breath of rest, what a balmy gust!—<BR> +Quit of the city's heat and dust,<BR> +Jostling down by the winding road<BR> +Through the orchard ways of his quaint abode.—<BR> +Tether the horse, as we onward fare<BR> +Under the pear trees trailing there,<BR> +And thumping the wooden bridge at night<BR> +With lumps of ripeness and lush delight,<BR> +Till the stream, as it maunders on till dawn,<BR> +Is powdered and pelted and smiled upon.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Herr Weiser, with his wholesome face,<BR> +And the gentle blue of his eyes, and grace<BR> +Of unassuming honesty,<BR> +Be there to welcome you and me!<BR> +And what though the toil of the farm be stopped<BR> +And the tireless plans of the place be dropped,<BR> +While the prayerful master's knees are set<BR> +In beds of pansy and mignonette<BR> +And lily and aster and columbine,<BR> +Offered in love, as yours and mine?—<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P155"></A>155}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-155"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-155.jpg" ALT="And lily and aster and columbine" BORDER="0" WIDTH="408" HEIGHT="564"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P157"></A>157}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +What, but a blessing of kindly thought,<BR> +Sweet as the breath of forget-me-not!—<BR> +What, but a spirit of lustrous love<BR> +White as the aster he bends above!—<BR> +What, but an odorous memory<BR> +Of the dear old man, made known to me<BR> +In days demanding a help like his,—<BR> +As sweet as the life of the lily is—<BR> +As sweet as the soul of a babe, bloom-wise<BR> +Born of a lily in Paradise.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-157"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-157.jpg" ALT="Herr Weiser--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="249" HEIGHT="195"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap158"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P158"></A>158}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-158"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-158.jpg" ALT="A mother-song--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="206" HEIGHT="239"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A MOTHER-SONG<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sing the old song I may never forget;</SPAN><BR> +Even in slumber I murmur and sigh for you.—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mother, O mother,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Sing low, "Little brother,</SPAN><BR> +Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!"<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P159"></A>159}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Mother, O mother! the years are so lonely,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Filled but with weariness, doubt and regret!</SPAN><BR> +Can't you come back to me—for to-night only,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mother, my mother,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And sing, "Little brother,</SPAN><BR> +Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Mother, O mother! of old I had never<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">One wish denied me, nor trouble to fret;</SPAN><BR> +Now—must I cry out all vainly forever,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mother, sweet mother,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">O sing, "Little brother,</SPAN><BR> +Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Mother, O mother! must longing and sorrow<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Leave me in darkness, with eyes ever wet,</SPAN><BR> +And never the hope of a meeting to-morrow?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Answer me, mother,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And sing, "Little brother,</SPAN><BR> +Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!"<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap160"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P160"></A>160}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-160"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-160.jpg" ALT="What "Old Santa" overheard--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="201" HEIGHT="200"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<I>'Tis said old Santa Claus one time</I><BR> +<I>Told this joke on himself in rhyme:</I><BR> +One Christmas, in the early din<BR> +That ever leads the morning in,<BR> +I heard the happy children shout<BR> +In rapture at the toys turned out<BR> +Of bulging little socks and shoes—<BR> +A joy at which I could but choose<BR> +To listen enviously, because<BR> +I'm always just "Old Santa Claus,"—<BR> +But ere my rising sigh had got<BR> +To its first quaver at the thought,<BR> +It broke in laughter, as I heard<BR> +A little voice chirp like a bird,—<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P161"></A>161}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Old Santa's mighty good, I know.<BR> +And awful rich—and he can go<BR> +Down ever' chimbly anywhere<BR> +In all the world!—But I don't care,<BR> +<I>I</I> wouldn't trade with <I>him</I>, and be<BR> +Old Santa Clause, and him be me,<BR> +Fer all his toys and things!—and <I>I</I><BR> +Know why, and bet you <I>he</I> knows why!—<BR> +They <I>wuz</I> no Santa Clause when <I>he</I><BR> +Wuz ist a little boy like me!"<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-161"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-161.jpg" ALT="What "Old Santa" overheard--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="234" HEIGHT="241"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap162"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P162"></A>162}</SPAN> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE STEPMOTHER<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +First she come to our house,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Tommy run and hid;</SPAN><BR> +And Emily and Bob and me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We cried jus' like we did</SPAN><BR> +When Mother died,—and we all said<BR> +'At we all wisht 'at we was dead!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And Nurse she couldn't stop us;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And Pa he tried and tried,—</SPAN><BR> +We sobbed and shook and wouldn't look,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But only cried and cried;</SPAN><BR> +And nen some one—we couldn't jus'<BR> +Tell who—was cryin' same as us!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Our Stepmother! Yes, it was her,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Her arms around us all—</SPAN><BR> +'Cause Tom slid down the banister<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And peeked in from the hall.—</SPAN><BR> +And we all love her, too, because<BR> +She's purt' nigh good as Mother was!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap163"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P163"></A>163}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-163"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-163.jpg" ALT="When old Jack died--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="264" HEIGHT="187"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHEN OLD JACK DIED<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When Old Jack died, we stayed from school (they said,<BR> +At home, we needn't go that day), and none<BR> +Of us ate any breakfast—only one,<BR> +And that was Papa—and his eyes were red<BR> +When he came round where we were, by the shed<BR> +Where Jack was lying, half-way in the sun<BR> +And half-way in the shade. When we begun<BR> +To cry out loud, Pa turned and dropped his head<BR> +And went away; and Mamma, she went back<BR> +Into the kitchen. Then, for a long while,<BR> +All to ourselves, like, we stood there and cried.<BR> +We thought so many good things of Old Jack,<BR> +And funny things—although we didn't smile—<BR> +We couldn't only cry when Old Jack died.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P164"></A>164}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When Old Jack died, it seemed a human friend<BR> +Had suddenly gone from us; that some face<BR> +That we had loved to fondle and embrace<BR> +From babyhood, no more would condescend<BR> +To smile on us forever. We might bend<BR> +With tearful eyes above him, interlace<BR> +Our chubby fingers o'er him, romp and race,<BR> +Plead with him, call and coax—aye, we might send<BR> +The old halloo up for him, whistle, hist,<BR> +(If sobs had let us) or, as wildly vain,<BR> +Snapped thumbs, called "Speak," and he had not replied;<BR> +We might have gone down on our knees and kissed<BR> +The tousled ears, and yet they must remain<BR> +Deaf, motionless, we knew—when Old Jack died.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P165"></A>165}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-165"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-165.jpg" ALT="We couldn't only cry when old Jack died" BORDER="0" WIDTH="407" HEIGHT="560"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P167"></A>167}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When Old Jack died, it seemed to us, some way,<BR> +That all the other dogs in town were pained<BR> +With our bereavement, and some that were chained,<BR> +Even, unslipped their collars on that day<BR> +To visit Jack in state, as though to pay<BR> +A last, sad tribute there, while neighbors craned<BR> +Their heads above the high board fence, and deigned<BR> +To sigh "Poor Dog!" remembering how they<BR> +Had cuffed him, when alive, perchance, because,<BR> +For love of them he leaped to lick their hands—<BR> +Now, that he could not, were they satisfied?<BR> +We children thought that, as we crossed his paws,<BR> +And o'er his grave, 'way down the bottom-lands,<BR> +Wrote "Our First Love Lies Here," when Old Jack died.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-167"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-167.jpg" ALT="When old Jack died--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="267" HEIGHT="171"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap168"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P168"></A>168}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-168"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-168.jpg" ALT="That night--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="226" HEIGHT="236"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THAT NIGHT<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory!—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The scent of the locusts—the light of the moon;</SPAN><BR> +And the violin weaving the waltzers a story,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Enmeshing their feet in the weft of the tune,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Till their shadows uncertain</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Reeled round on the curtain,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While under the trellis we drank in the June.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P169"></A>169}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Soaked through with the midnight the cedars were sleeping,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Their shadowy tresses outlined in the bright</SPAN><BR> +Crystal, moon-smitten mists, where the fountain's heart, leaping<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Forever, forever burst, full with delight;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And its lisp on my spirit</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Fell faint as that near it</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whose love like a lily bloomed out in the night.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O your glove was an odorous sachet of blisses!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The breath of your fan was a breeze from Cathay!</SPAN><BR> +And the rose at your throat was a nest of spilled kisses!—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the music!—in fancy I hear it to-day,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">As I sit here, confessing</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Our secret, and blessing</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My rival who found us, and waltzed you away.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-169"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-169.jpg" ALT="That night--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="198" HEIGHT="159"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap170"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P170"></A>170}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-170"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-170.jpg" ALT="To Almon Keefer--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="193" HEIGHT="219"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TO ALMON KEEFER<BR> +</H3> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +INSCRIBED IN "TALES OF THE OCEAN"<BR> +</H4> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +This first book that I ever knew<BR> +Was read aloud to me by you—<BR> +Friend of my boyhood, therefore take<BR> +It back from me, for old times' sake—<BR> +The selfsame "Tales" first read to me,<BR> +Under "the old sweet apple tree,"<BR> +Ere I myself could read such great<BR> +Big words,—but listening all elate,<BR> +At your interpreting, until<BR> +Brain, heart and soul were all athrill<BR> +With wonder, awe, and sheer excess<BR> +Of wildest childish happiness.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P171"></A>171}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-171"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-171.jpg" ALT="Under "the old sweet apple tree"" BORDER="0" WIDTH="412" HEIGHT="570"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P173"></A>173}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So take the book again—forget<BR> +All else,—long years, lost hopes, regret;<BR> +Sighs for the joys we ne'er attain,<BR> +Prayers we have lifted all in vain;<BR> +Tears for the faces seen no more,<BR> +Once as the roses at the door!<BR> +Take the enchanted book—And lo,<BR> +On grassy swards of long ago,<BR> +Sprawl out again, beneath the shade<BR> +The breezy old-home orchard made,<BR> +The veriest barefoot boy indeed—<BR> +And I will listen as you read.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-173"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-173.jpg" ALT="To Almon Keefer--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="189" HEIGHT="192"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap174"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P174"></A>174}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-174"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-174.jpg" ALT="To the quiet observer--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="279" HEIGHT="214"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TO THE QUIET OBSERVER<BR> +</H3> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +AFTER HIS LONG SILENCE<BR> +</H4> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Dear old friend of us all in need<BR> +Who know the worth of a friend indeed,<BR> +How rejoiced are we all to learn<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Of your glad return.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P175"></A>175}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We who have missed your voice so long—<BR> +Even as March might miss the song<BR> +Of the sugar-bird in the maples when<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">They're tapped again.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Even as the memory of these<BR> +<I>Blended</I> sweets,—the sap of the trees<BR> +And the song of the birds, and the old camp too,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">We think of you.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Hail to you, then, with welcomes deep<BR> +As grateful hearts may laugh or weep!—<BR> +You give us not only the bird that sings,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">But all good things.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-175"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-175.jpg" ALT="To the quiet observer--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="169" HEIGHT="195"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap176"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P176"></A>176}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-176"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgleft" SRC="images/img-176.jpg" ALT="Reach your hand to me--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="184" HEIGHT="238"> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +REACH YOUR HAND TO ME<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Reach your hand to me, my friend,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With its heartiest caress—</SPAN><BR> +Sometime there will come an end<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To its present faithfulness—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Sometime I may ask in vain</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">For the touch of it again,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">When between us land or sea</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Holds it ever back from me.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P177"></A>177}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-177"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-177.jpg" ALT="Reach your hand to me, my friend" BORDER="0" WIDTH="405" HEIGHT="560"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P179"></A>179}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Sometime I may need it so,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Groping somewhere in the night,</SPAN><BR> +It will seem to me as though<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Just a touch, however light,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Would make all the darkness day,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And along some sunny way</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Lead me through an April-shower</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Of my tears to this fair hour.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O the present is too sweet<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To go on forever thus!</SPAN><BR> +Round the corner of the street<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Who can say what waits for us?—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Meeting—greeting, night and day,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Faring each the selfsame way—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Still somewhere the path must end—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Reach your hand to me, my friend!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-179"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-179.jpg" ALT="Reach your hand to me--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="132" HEIGHT="160"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap180"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P180"></A>180}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-180"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-180.jpg" ALT="The dead joke and the funny man--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="214" HEIGHT="199"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Long years ago, a funny man,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Flushed with a strange delight,</SPAN><BR> +Sat down and wrote a funny thing<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All in the solemn night;</SPAN><BR> +And as he wrote he clapped his hands<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And laughed with all his might.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">For it was such a funny thing,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">O, such a very funny thing,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">This wonderfully funny thing,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Laughed</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Outright.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P181"></A>181}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And so it was this funny man<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Printed this funny thing—</SPAN><BR> +Forgot it, too, nor ever thought<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It worth remembering,</SPAN><BR> +Till but a day or two ago.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(Ah! what may changes bring!)</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">He found this selfsame funny thing</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">In an exchange—"O, funny thing!"</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">He cried, "You dear old funny thing!"</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Sobbed</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Outright.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-181"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-181.jpg" ALT="The dead joke and the funny man--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="268" HEIGHT="183"> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap182"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P182"></A>182}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-182"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-182.jpg" ALT="America's Thanksgiving--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="156" HEIGHT="220"> +</CENTER> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +AMERICA'S THANKSGIVING<BR> +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +1900<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Father all bountiful, in mercy bear<BR> +With this our universal voice of prayer—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">The voice that needs must be</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Upraised in thanks to Thee,</SPAN><BR> +O Father, from Thy children everywhere.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A multitudinous voice, wherein we fain<BR> +Wouldst have Thee hear no lightest sob of pain—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">No murmur of distress,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Nor moan of loneliness,</SPAN><BR> +Nor drip of tears, though soft as summer rain.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P183"></A>183}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And, Father, give us first to comprehend,<BR> +No ill can come from Thee; lean Thou and lend<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Us clearer sight to see</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Our boundless debt to Thee,</SPAN><BR> +Since all Thy deeds are blessings, in the end.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And let us feel and know that, being Thine,<BR> +We are inheritors of hearts divine,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And hands endowed with skill,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And strength to work Thy will,</SPAN><BR> +And fashion to fulfilment Thy design.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So, let us thank Thee, with all self aside,<BR> +Nor any lingering taint of mortal pride;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">As here to Thee we dare</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Uplift our faltering prayer,</SPAN><BR> +Lend it some fervor of the glorified.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We thank Thee that our land is loved of Thee<BR> +The blessed home of thrift and industry,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">With ever-open door</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Of welcome to the poor—</SPAN><BR> +Thy shielding hand o'er all abidingly.<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P184"></A>184}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +E'en thus we thank Thee for the wrong that grew<BR> +Into a right that heroes battled to,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">With brothers long estranged,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Once more as brothers ranged</SPAN><BR> +Beneath the red and white and starry blue.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ay, thanks—though tremulous the thanks expressed—<BR> +Thanks for the battle at its worst, and best—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">For all the clanging fray</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Whose discord dies away</SPAN><BR> +Into a pastoral-song of peace and rest.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap185"></A> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P185"></A>185}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-185"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-185.jpg" ALT="Old Indiany--headpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="260" HEIGHT="214"> +</CENTER> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD INDIANY<BR> +</H3> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +INTENDED FOR A DINNER OF THE INDIANA SOCIETY OF CHICAGO<BR> +</H4> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old Indiany, 'course we know<BR> +Is first, and best, and <I>most</I>, also,<BR> +Of <I>all</I> the States' whole forty-four:—<BR> +She's first in ever'thing, that's shore!—<BR> +And <I>best</I> in ever'way as yet<BR> +Made known to man; and you kin bet<BR> +She's <I>most</I>, because she won't confess<BR> +She ever was, or will be, <I>less</I>!<BR> +And yet, fer all her proud array<BR> +Of sons, how many gits away!—<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P186"></A>186}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +No doubt about her bein' <I>great</I>,<BR> +But, fellers, she's a leaky State!<BR> +And them that boasts the most about<BR> +Her, them's the ones that's dribbled out.<BR> +Law! jes' to think of all you boys<BR> +'Way over here in Illinoise<BR> +A-celebratin', like ye air,<BR> +Old Indiany, 'way back there<BR> +In the dark ages, so to speak,<BR> +A-prayin' for ye once a week<BR> +And wonderin' what's a-keepin' you<BR> +From comin', like you ort to do.<BR> +You're all a-lookin' well, and like<BR> +You wasn't "sidin' up the pike,"<BR> +As the tramp-shoemaker said<BR> +When "he sacked the boss and shed<BR> +The blame town, to hunt fer one<BR> +Where they didn't work fer fun!"<BR> +Lookin' <I>extry</I> well, I'd say,<BR> +Your old home so fur away.—<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P187"></A>187}</SPAN> + +<A NAME="img-187"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-187.jpg" ALT="But, fellers, she's a leaky State!" BORDER="0" WIDTH="411" HEIGHT="566"> +</CENTER> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P189"></A>189}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Maybe, though, like the old jour.,<BR> +Fun hain't all yer workin' fer.<BR> +So you've found a job that pays<BR> +Better than in them old days<BR> +You was on The Weekly Press,<BR> +Heppin' run things, more er less;<BR> +Er a-learnin' telegraph-<BR> +Operatin', with a half-<BR> +Notion of the tinner's trade,<BR> +Er the dusty man's that laid<BR> +Out designs on marble and<BR> +Hacked out little lambs by hand,<BR> +And chewed finecut as he wrought,<BR> +"Shapin' from his bitter thought"<BR> +Some squshed mutterings to say,—<BR> +"Yes, hard work, and porer pay!"<BR> +Er you'd kind o' thought the far-<BR> +Gazin' kuss that owned a car<BR> +And took pictures in it, had<BR> +Jes' the snap you wanted—bad!<BR> +And you even wondered why<BR> +He kep' foolin' with his sky-<BR> +Light the same on shiny days<BR> +As when rainin'. ('T leaked always.)<BR> +</P> + +<SPAN CLASS="pagenum">{<A NAME="P190"></A>190}</SPAN> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Wondered what strange things was hid<BR> +In there when he shet the door<BR> +And smelt like a burnt drug store<BR> +Next some orchard-trees, i swan!<BR> +With whole roasted apples on!<BR> +That's why Ade is, here of late,<BR> +Buyin' in the dear old state,—<BR> +So's to cut it up in plots<BR> +Of both town and country lots.<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<A NAME="img-190"></A> +<IMG CLASS="imgright" SRC="images/img-190.jpg" ALT="Old Indiany--tailpiece" BORDER="0" WIDTH="157" HEIGHT="186"> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> +<hr class="full" noshade> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 23111-h.txt or 23111-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/1/1/23111">http://www.gutenberg.org/2/3/1/1/23111</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Songs of Friendship + + +Author: James Whitcomb Riley + + + +Release Date: October 20, 2007 [eBook #23111] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP*** + + +E-text prepared by Al Haines + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 23111-h.htm or 23111-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/1/1/23111/23111-h/23111-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/1/1/23111/23111-h.zip) + + + + + +RILEY SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP + +by + +JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY + +With Pictures by Will Vawter + + + + + + + +[Frontispiece: "Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!"] + + + +New York +Grosset & Dunlap +Publishers + +Copyright 1885, 1887, 1888, 1890, + 1892, 1893, 1894, 1900, 1903, 1908, + 1913, 1915 +James Whitcomb Riley + + + + +To + +Young E. Allison--Bookman + + + + + The bookman he's a humming-bird-- + His feasts are honey-fine,-- + (With hi! hilloo! + And clover-dew + And roses lush and rare!) + _His_ roses are the phrase and word + Of olden tomes divine; + (With hi! and ho! + And pinks ablow + And posies everywhere!) + The Bookman he's a humming-bird,-- + He steals from song to song-- + He scents the ripest-blooming rhyme, + And takes his heart along + And sacks all sweets of bursting verse + And ballads, throng on throng. + (With ho! and hey! + And brook and brae, + And brinks of shade and shine!) + + A humming-bird the Bookman is-- + Though cumbrous, gray and grim,-- + (With hi! hilloo! + And honey-dew + And odors musty-rare!) + He bends him o'er that page of his + As o'er the rose's rim. + (With hi! and ho! + And pinks aglow + And roses everywhere!) + Ay, he's the featest humming-bird, + On airiest of wings + He poises pendent o'er the poem + That blossoms as it sings-- + God friend him as he dips his beak + In such delicious things! + (With ho! and hey! + And world away + And only dreams for him!) + + + + + O friends of mine, whose kindly words come to me + Voiced only in lost lisps of ink and pen, + If I had power to tell the good you do me, + And how the blood you warm goes laughing through me, + My tongue would babble baby-talk again. + + And I would toddle round the world to meet you-- + Fall at your feet, and clamber to your knees + And with glad, happy hands would reach and greet you, + And twine my arms about you, and entreat you + For leave to weave a thousand rhymes like these-- + + A thousand rhymes enwrought of nought but presses + Of cherry-lip and apple-cheek and chin, + And pats of honeyed palms, and rare caresses, + And all the sweets of which as Fancy guesses + She folds away her wings and swoons therein. + + + + +{xv} + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + ABE MARTIN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 142 + AMERICA'S THANKSGIVING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 182 + ANCIENT PRINTERMAN, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 101 + ART AND POETRY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 78 + BACK FROM TOWN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 + BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34 + BECAUSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 152 + CHRISTMAS GREETING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 141 + DAN O'SULLIVAN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132 + DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . 180 + DOWN TO THE CAPITAL . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80 + FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46 + GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 58 + HER VALENTINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 140 + HERR WEISER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153 + HOBO VOLUNTARY, A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 + I SMOKE MY PIPE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36 + IN THE AFTERNOON . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 148 + IN THE HEART OF JUNE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120 + JAMES B. MAYNARD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100 + LETTER TO A FRIEND, A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 52 + "LITTLE MAN IN THE TINSHOP, THE" . . . . . . . . . . . . 61 + LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS, THE . . . . . . . . . 146 + MOTHER-SONG, A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158 + MY BACHELOR CHUM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 74 + MY FRIEND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 126 + MY HENRY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 + +{xvi} + + MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114 + MY OLD FRIEND . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 + OLD BAND, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 121 + OLD CHUMS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 + OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54 + OLD JOHN HENRY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 + OLD INDIANY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 185 + OLD MAN, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 92 + OLD MAN AND JIM, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105 + OLD SCHOOL-CHUM, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112 + OUR OLD FRIEND NEVERFAIL . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72 + POET'S LOVE FOR THE CHILDREN, THE . . . . . . . . . . . 42 + REACH YOUR HAND TO ME . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 176 + SCOTTY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90 + SONG BY UNCLE SIDNEY, A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41 + STEPMOTHER, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 162 + THAT NIGHT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 168 + TO ALMON KEEPER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 170 + TO THE QUIET OBSERVER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 174 + TOM VAN ARDEN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 68 + TOMMY SMITH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 + TRAVELING MAN, THE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 128 + UNCLE SIDNEY TO MARCELLUS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40 + WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 160 + WHEN OLD JACK DIED . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163 + WHEN WE THREE MEET . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60 + + + + +{xvii} + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + + PAGE + + "SLEEP, FOR THY MOTHER BENDS OVER THEE YET!" . . Frontispiece + BACK FROM TOWN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 + A HOBO VOLUNTARY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 + HE CAMPS NEAR TOWN, ON THE OLD CRICK-BANK . . . . . . . 27 + AND SO LIKEWISE DOES THE FARMHANDS STARE . . . . . . . . 31 + A HOBO VOLUNTARY--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33 + BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . 34 + BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . 35 + AND WRAPPED IN SHROUDS OF DRIFTING CLOUDS . . . . . . . 37 + UNCLE SIDNEY TO MARCELLUS--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . 40 + THE POET'S LOVE FOR THE CHILDREN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . 42 + OF THE ORCHARD-LANDS OF CHILDHOOD . . . . . . . . . . . 43 + FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . 46 + FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . 47 + MY HENRY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 48 + NOTHIN' THAT BOY WOULDN'T RESK! . . . . . . . . . . . . 49 + A LETTER TO A FRIEND--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . 52 + A LETTER TO A FRIEND--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . 53 + THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . 54 + THE BLESSED OLD VOLUME . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 55 + GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 58 + GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 + "THE LITTLE MAN IN THE TINSHOP"--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . 61 + THE ORCHESTRA, WITH ITS MELODY . . . . . . . . . . . . . 63 + TOMMY SMITH--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 66 + OUR OLD FRIEND NEVERFAIL--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . 72 + HIS MOUTH IS A GRIN WITH THE CORNERS TUCKED IN . . . . . 75 + ART AND POETRY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 78 + DOWN TO THE CAPITAL--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80 + TO OLD ONE-LEGGED CHAPS, LIKE ME . . . . . . . . . . . . 83 + +{xviii} + + "IT'S ALL JES' ARTIFICIAL, THIS-ERE HIGH-PRICED + LIFE OF OURS" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 + OLD CHUMS--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89 + SCOTTY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90 + THE OLD MAN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 92 + IN YOUR REPOSEFUL GAZE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95 + THE OLD MAN--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 99 + THE ANCIENT PRINTERMAN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . 101 + O PRINTERMAN OF SALLOW FACE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103 + THE OLD MAN AND JIM--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105 + "WELL, GOOD-BY, JIM" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 107 + THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 109 + THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 110 + THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111 + THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 112 + THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 113 + MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . 114 + AH, FRIEND OF MINE, HOW GOES IT . . . . . . . . . . . . 115 + MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . 119 + THE OLD BAND--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 121 + I WANT TO HEAR THE OLD BAND PLAY . . . . . . . . . . . . 123 + THE OLD BAND--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 125 + MY FRIEND--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 126 + MY FRIEND--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 127 + THE TRAVELING MAN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 128 + WHO HAVE MET HIM WITH SMILES AND WITH CHEER . . . . . . 129 + DAN O'SULLIVAN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132 + DAN O'SULLIVAN--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 133 + MY OLD FRIEND--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 + OLD JOHN HENRY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 + A SMILIN' FACE AND A HEARTY HAND . . . . . . . . . . . . 137 + CHRISTMAS GREETING--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 141 + ABE MARTIN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 142 + HIS MOUTH, LIKE HIS PIPE, 'S ALLUS GOIN' . . . . . . . . 143 + THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS--HEADPIECE . . . . 146 + THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS--TAILPIECE . . . . 147 + IN THE AFTERNOON--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 148 + YOU IN THE HAMMOCK; AND I, NEAR BY . . . . . . . . . . . 149 + IN THE AFTERNOON--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 151 + +{xix} + + HERR WEISER--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153 + AND LILY AND ASTER AND COLUMBINE . . . . . . . . . . . . 155 + HERR WEISER--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 157 + A MOTHER-SONG--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158 + WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . 160 + WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . 161 + WHEN OLD JACK DIED--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163 + WE COULDN'T ONLY CRY WHEN OLD JACK DIED . . . . . . . . 165 + WHEN OLD JACK DIED--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 167 + THAT NIGHT--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 168 + THAT NIGHT--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 169 + TO ALMON KEEFER--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 170 + UNDER "THE OLD SWEET APPLE TREE" . . . . . . . . . . . . 171 + TO ALMON KEEFER--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 173 + TO THE QUIET OBSERVER--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . 174 + TO THE QUIET OBSERVER--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . 175 + REACH YOUR HAND TO ME--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . 176 + REACH YOUR HAND TO ME, MY FRIEND . . . . . . . . . . . . 177 + REACH YOUR HAND TO ME--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . 179 + THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . 180 + THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . 181 + AMERICA'S THANKSGIVING--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . 182 + OLD INDIANY--HEADPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 185 + BUT, FELLERS, SHE'S A LEAKY STATE! . . . . . . . . . . . 187 + OLD INDIANY--TAILPIECE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 190 + + + + +{23} + +RILEY SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP + + +[Illustration: Back from town--headpiece] + +BACK FROM TOWN + + Old friends allus is the best, + Halest-like and heartiest: + Knowed us first, and don't allow + We're so blame much better now! + They was standin' at the bars + When we grabbed "the kivvered kyars" + And lit out fer town, to make + Money--and that old mistake! + +{24} + + We thought then the world we went + Into beat "The Settlement," + And the friends 'at we'd make there + Would beat any anywhere!-- + And they do--fer that's their biz: + They beat all the friends they is-- + 'Cept the raal old friends like you + 'At staid at home, like I'd ort to! + + W'y, of all the good things yit + I ain't shet of, is to quit + Business, and git back to sheer + These old comforts waitin' here-- + These old friends; and these old hands + 'At a feller understands; + These old winter nights, and old + Young-folks chased in out the cold! + + Sing "Hard Times'll come ag'in + No More!" and neighbors all jine in! + Here's a feller come from town + Wants that-air old fiddle down + From the chimbly!--Git the floor + Cleared fer one cowtillion more!-- + It's poke the kitchen fire, says he, + And shake a friendly leg with me! + + + + +{25} + +[Illustration: A hobo voluntary--headpiece] + + A HOBO VOLUNTARY + + Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life; + It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight-- + It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn + For the life of a hobo, never to return. + + The hobo's heart it is light and free, + Though it's Sweethearts all, farewell, to thee!-- + Farewell to thee, for it's far away + The homeless hobo's footsteps stray. + + In the morning bright, or the dusk so dim, + It's any path is the one for him! + He'll take his chances, long or short, + For to meet his fate with a valiant heart. + +{26} + + Oh, it's beauty mops out the sidetracked-car, + And it's beauty-beaut' at the pigs-feet bar; + But when his drinks and his eats is made + Then the hobo shunts off down the grade. + + He camps near town, on the old crick-bank, + And he cuts his name on the water-tank-- + He cuts his name and the hobo sign,-- + "Bound for the land of corn and wine!" + + (Oh, it's I like friends that he'ps me through, + And the friends also that he'ps you, too,-- + Oh, I like all friends, 'most every kind + But I don't like friends that don't like mine.) + + There's friends of mine, when they gits the hunch, + Comes a swarmin' in, the blasted bunch,-- + "Clog-step Jonny" and "Flat-wheel Bill" + And "Brockey Ike" from Circleville. + + With "Cooney Ward" and "Sikes the Kid" + And old "Pop Lawson"--the best we had-- + The rankest mug and the worst for lush + And the dandiest of the whole blame push. + +{27} + +[Illustration: He camps near town on the old crick-bank] + +{29} + + Oh, them's the times I remembers best + When I took my chance with all the rest, + And hogged fried chicken and roastin' ears, too, + And sucked cheroots when the feed was through. + + Oh, the hobo's way is the railroad line, + And it's little he cares for schedule time; + Whatever town he's a-striken for + Will wait for him till he gits there. + + And whatever burg that he lands in + There's beauties there just thick for him-- + There's beauty at "The Queen's Taste Lunch-stand," sure, + Or "The Last Chance Boardin' House" back-door. + + He's lonesome-like, so he gits run in, + To git the hang o' the world ag'in; + But the laundry circles he moves in there + Makes him sigh for the country air,-- + +{30} + + So it's Good-by gals! and he takes his chance + And wads hisself through the workhouse-fence: + He sheds the town and the railroad, too, + And strikes mud roads for a change of view. + + The jay drives by on his way to town, + And looks on the hobo in high scorn, + And so likewise does the farmhands stare-- + But what the haids does the hobo care! + + He hits the pike, in the summer's heat + Or the winter's cold, with its snow and sleet-- + With a boot on one foot, and one shoe-- + Or he goes barefoot, if he chooses to. + + But he likes the best, when the days is warm, + With his bum Prince-Albert on his arm-- + He likes to size up a farmhouse where + They haint no man nor bulldog there. + + Oh, he gits his meals wherever he can, + So natchurly he's a handy man-- + He's a handy man both day and night, + And he's always blest with an appetite! + +{31} + +[Illustration: And so likewise do the farmhands stare] + +{33} + + A tin o' black coffee, and a rhuburb pie-- + Be they old and cold as charity-- + They're hot-stuff enough for the pore hobo, + And it's "Thanks, kind lady, for to treat me so!" + + Then he fills his pipe with a stub cigar + And swipes a coal from the kitchen fire, + And the hired girl says, in a smilin' tone,-- + "It's good-by, John, if you call that goin'!" + + Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life, + It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight-- + It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn + For the life of a hobo, never to return. + +[Illustration: A hobo voluntary--tailpiece] + + + + +{34} + +[Illustration: Be our fortunes as they may--headpiece] + + BE OUR FORTUNES AS THEY MAY + + Be our fortunes as they may, + Touched with loss or sorrow, + Saddest eyes that weep to-day + May be glad to-morrow. + + Yesterday the rain was here, + And the winds were blowing-- + Sky and earth and atmosphere + Brimmed and overflowing. + +{35} + + But to-day the sun is out, + And the drear November + We were then so vexed about + Now we scarce remember. + + Yesterday you lost a friend-- + Bless your heart and love it!-- + For you scarce could comprehend + All the aching of it;-- + + But I sing to you and say: + Let the lost friend sorrow-- + Here's another come to-day, + Others may to-morrow. + +[Illustration: Be our fortunes as they may--tailpiece] + + + + +{36} + + I SMOKE MY PIPE + + I can't extend to every friend + In need a helping hand-- + No matter though I wish it so, + 'Tis not as Fortune planned; + But haply may I fancy they + Are men of different stripe + Than others think who hint and wink,-- + And so--I smoke my pipe! + + A golden coal to crown the bowl-- + My pipe and I alone,-- + I sit and muse with idler views + Perchance than I should own:-- + It might be worse to own the purse + Whose glutted bowels gripe + In little qualms of stinted alms; + And so I smoke my pipe. + +{37} + +[Illustration: And wrapped in shrouds of drifting clouds] + +{39} + + And if inclined to moor my mind + And cast the anchor Hope, + A puff of breath will put to death + The morbid misanthrope + That lurks inside--as errors hide + In standing forms of type + To mar at birth some line of worth; + And so I smoke my pipe. + + The subtle stings misfortune flings + Can give me little pain + When my narcotic spell has wrought + This quiet in my brain: + When I can waste the past in taste + So luscious and so ripe + That like an elf I hug myself; + And so I smoke my pipe. + + And wrapped in shrouds of drifting clouds + I watch the phantom's flight, + Till alien eyes from Paradise + Smile on me as I write: + And I forgive the wrongs that live, + As lightly as I wipe + Away the tear that rises here; + And so I smoke my pipe. + + + + +{40} + +[Illustration: Uncle Sidney to Marcellus--headpiece] + + UNCLE SIDNEY TO MARCELLUS + + Marcellus, won't you tell us-- + Truly tell us, if you can,-- + What will you be, Marcellus, + When you get to be a man? + + You turn, with never answer + But to the band that plays.-- + O rapt and eerie dancer, + What of your future days? + + Far in the years before us + We dreamers see your fame, + While song and praise in chorus + Make music of your name. + + And though our dreams foretell us + As only visions can, + You must prove it, O Marcellus, + When you get to be a man! + + + + +{41} + + A SONG BY UNCLE SIDNEY + + O were I not a clod, intent + On being just an earthly thing, + I'd be that rare embodiment + Of Heart and Spirit, Voice and Wing, + With pure, ecstatic, rapture-sent, + Divinely-tender twittering + That Echo swoons to re-present,-- + A bluebird in the Spring. + + + + +{42} + +[Illustration: The poet's love for the children--headpiece] + + THE POET'S LOVE FOR THE CHILDREN + + Kindly and warm and tender, + He nestled each childish palm + So close in his own that his touch was a prayer + And his speech a blessed psalm. + + He has turned from the marvelous pages + Of many an alien tome-- + Haply come down from Olivet, + Or out from the gates of Rome-- + +{43} + +[Illustration: Of the orchard-lands of childhood] + +{45} + + Set sail o'er the seas between him + And each little beckoning hand + That fluttered about in the meadows + And groves of his native land,-- + + Fluttered and flashed on his vision + As, in the glimmering light + Of the orchard-lands of childhood, + The blossoms of pink and white. + + And there have been sobs in his bosom, + As out on the shores he stept, + And many a little welcomer + Has wondered why he wept.-- + + That was because, O children, + Ye might not always be + The same that the Savior's arms were wound + About, in Galilee. + + + + +{46} + +[Illustration: Friend of a wayward hour--headpiece] + + FRIEND OF A WAYWARD HOUR + + Friend of a wayward hour, you came + Like some good ghost, and went the same; + And I within the haunted place + Sit smiling on your vanished face, + And talking with--your name. + + But thrice the pressure of your hand-- + First hail--congratulations--and + Your last "God bless you!" as the train + That brought you snatched you back again + Into the unknown land. + +{47} + + "God bless me?" Why, your very prayer + Was answered ere you asked it there, + I know--for when you came to lend + Me your kind hand, and call me friend, + God blessed me unaware. + +[Illustration: Friend of a wayward hour--tailpiece] + + + + +{48} + +[Illustration: My Henry--headpiece] + + MY HENRY + + He's jes' a great, big, awk'ard, hulkin' + Feller,--humped, and sort o' sulkin'-- + Like, and ruther still-appearin'-- + Kind-as-ef he wuzn't keerin' + Whether school helt out er not-- + That's my Henry, to a dot! + + Allus kind o' liked him--whether + Childern, er growed-up together! + Fifteen year' ago and better, + 'Fore he ever knowed a letter, + Run acrosst the little fool + In my Primer-class at school. + +{49} + +[Illustration: Nothin' that boy wouldn't resk!] + +{51} + + When the Teacher wuzn't lookin', + He'd be th'owin' wads; er crookin' + Pins; er sprinklin' pepper, more'n + Likely, on the stove; er borin' + Gimlet-holes up thue his desk-- + Nothin' _that_ boy wouldn't resk! + + But, somehow, as I was goin' + On to say, he seemed so knowin', + _Other_ ways, and cute and cunnin'-- + Allus wuz a notion runnin' + Thue my giddy, fool-head he + Jes' had be'n cut out fer me! + + Don't go much on _prophesyin'_, + But last night whilse I wuz fryin' + Supper, with that man a-pitchin' + Little Marthy round the kitchen, + Think-says-I, "Them baby's eyes + Is my Henry's, jes' p'cise!" + + + + +{52} + +[Illustration: A letter to a friend--headpiece] + + A LETTER TO A FRIEND + + The past is like a story + I have listened to in dreams + That vanished in the glory + Of the Morning's early gleams; + And--at my shadow glancing-- + I feel a loss of strength, + As the Day of Life advancing + Leaves it shorn of half its length. + +{53} + + But it's all in vain to worry + At the rapid race of Time-- + And he flies in such a flurry + When I trip him with a rhyme, + I'll bother him no longer + Than to thank you for the thought + That "my fame is growing stronger + As you really think it ought." + + And though I fall below it, + I might know as much of mirth + To live and die a poet + Of unacknowledged worth; + For Fame is but a vagrant-- + Though a loyal one and brave, + And his laurels ne'er so fragrant + As when scattered o'er the grave. + +[Illustration: A letter to a friend--tailpiece] + + + + +{54} + +[Illustration: The old-fashioned Bible--headpiece] + + THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE + + How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood + That now but in mem'ry I sadly review; + The old meeting-house at the edge of the wildwood, + The rail fence, and horses all tethered thereto; + The low, sloping roof, and the bell in the steeple, + The doves that came fluttering out overhead + As it solemnly gathered the God-fearing people + To hear the old Bible my grandfather read. + The old-fashioned Bible-- + The dust-covered Bible-- + The leathern-bound Bible my grandfather read. + +{55} + +[Illustration: The blessed old volume] + +{57} + + The blessed old volume! The face bent above it-- + As now I recall it--is gravely severe, + Though the reverent eye that droops downward to love it + Makes grander the text through the lens of a tear, + And, as down his features it trickles and glistens, + The cough of the deacon is stilled, and his head + Like a haloed patriarch's leans as he listens + To hear the old Bible my grandfather read. + The old-fashioned Bible-- + The dust-covered Bible-- + The leathern-bound Bible my grandfather read. + + Ah! who shall look backward with scorn and derision + And scoff the old book though it uselessly lies + In the dust of the past, while this newer revision + Lisps on of a hope and a home in the skies? + Shall the voice of the Master be stifled and riven? + Shall we hear but a tithe of the words He has said, + When so long He has, listening, leaned out of Heaven + To hear the old Bible my grandfather read? + The old-fashioned Bible-- + The dust-covered Bible-- + The leathern-bound Bible my grandfather read. + + + + +{58} + +[Illustration: Good-by er howdy-do--headpiece] + + GOOD-BY ER HOWDY-DO + + Say good-by er howdy-do-- + What's the odds betwixt the two? + Comin'--goin', ev'ry day-- + Best friends first to go away-- + Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold + Than their weight in solid gold + Slips their grip while greetin' you.-- + Say good-by er howdy-do! + +{59} + + Howdy-do, and then, good-by-- + Mixes jes' like laugh and cry; + Deaths and births, and worst and best, + Tangled their contrariest; + Ev'ry jinglin' weddin'-bell + Skeerin' up some funer'l knell.-- + Here's my song, and there's your sigh.-- + Howdy-do, and then, good-by! + + Say good-by er howdy-do-- + Jes' the same to me and you; + 'Taint worth while to make no fuss, + 'Cause the job's put up on us! + Some One's runnin' this concern + That's got nothin' else to learn: + Ef _He's_ willin', we'll pull through-- + Say good-by er howdy-do! + +[Illustration: Good-by er howdy-do--tailpiece] + + + + +{60} + + WHEN WE THREE MEET + + When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine + Whose verses well and flow as wine,-- + My thirsting fancy thou dost fill + With draughts delicious, sweeter still + Since tasted by those lips of thine. + + I pledge thee, through the chill sunshine + Of autumn, with a warmth divine, + Thrilled through as only I shall thrill + When we three meet. + + I pledge thee, if we fast or dine, + We yet shall loosen, line by line, + Old ballads, and the blither trill + Of our-time singers--for there will + Be with us all the Muses nine + When we three meet. + + + + +{61} + +[Illustration: "The little man in the tinshop"--headpiece] + + "THE LITTLE MAN IN THE TINSHOP" + + When I was a little boy, long ago, + And spoke of the theater as the "show," + The first one that I went to see, + Mother's brother it was took me-- + (My uncle, of course, though he seemed to be + Only a boy--I loved him so!) + And ah, how pleasant he made it all! + And the things he knew that _I_ should know!-- + The stage, the "drop," and the frescoed wall; + The sudden flash of the lights; and oh, + The orchestra, with its melody, + And the lilt and jingle and jubilee + Of "The Little Man in the Tinshop"! + +{62} + + For Uncle showed me the "Leader" there, + With his pale, bleak forehead and long, black hair; + Showed me the "Second," and "'Cello," and "Bass," + And the "B-Flat," pouting and puffing his face + At the little end of the horn he blew + Silvery bubbles of music through; + And he coined me names of them, each in turn, + Some comical name that I laughed to learn, + Clean on down to the last and best,-- + The lively little man, never at rest, + Who hides away at the end of the string, + And tinkers and plays on everything,-- + That's "The Little Man in the Tinshop"! + + Raking a drum like a rattle of hail, + Clinking a cymbal or castanet; + Chirping a twitter or sending a wail + Through a piccolo that thrills me yet; + Reeling ripples of riotous bells, + And tipsy tinkles of triangles-- + Wrangled and tangled in skeins of sound + Till it seemed that my very soul spun round, + As I leaned, in a breathless joy, toward my + Radiant uncle, who snapped his eye + And said, with the courtliest wave of his hand, + "Why, that little master of all the band + Is 'The Little Man in the Tinshop'! + +{63} + +[Illustration: The orchestra, with its melody] + +{65} + + "And I've heard Verdi, the Wonderful, + And Paganini, and Ole Bull, + Mozart, Handel, and Mendelssohn, + And fair Parepa, whose matchless tone + Karl, her master, with magic bow, + Blent with the angels', and held her so + Tranced till the rapturous Infinite-- + And I've heard arias, faint and low, + From many an operatic light + Glimmering on my swimming sight + Dimmer and dimmer, until, at last, + I still sit, holding my roses fast + For 'The Little Man in the Tinshop.'" + + Oho! my Little Man, joy to you-- + And _yours_--and _theirs_--your lifetime through! + Though _I've_ heard melodies, boy and man, + Since first "the show" of my life began, + Never yet have I listened to + Sadder, madder, or gladder glees + Than your unharmonied harmonies; + For yours is the music that appeals + To all the fervor the boy's heart feels-- + All his glories, his wildest cheers, + His bravest hopes, and his brightest tears; + And so, with his first bouquet, he kneels + To "The Little Man in the Tinshop." + + + + +{66} + +[Illustration: Tommy Smith--headpiece] + + TOMMY SMITH + + Dimple-cheeked and rosy-lipped, + With his cap-rim backward tipped, + Still in fancy I can see + Little Tommy smile on me-- + Little Tommy Smith. + + Little unsung Tommy Smith-- + Scarce a name to rhyme it with; + Yet most tenderly to me + Something sings unceasingly-- + Little Tommy Smith. + +{67} + + On the verge of some far land + Still forever does he stand, + With his cap-rim rakishly + Tilted; so he smiles on me-- + Little Tommy Smith. + + Elder-blooms contrast the grace + Of the rover's radiant face-- + Whistling back, in mimicry, + "Old--Bob--White!" all liquidly-- + Little Tommy Smith. + + O my jaunty statuette + Of first love, I see you yet. + Though you smile so mistily, + It is but through tears I see, + Little Tommy Smith. + + But, with crown tipped back behind, + And the glad hand of the wind + Smoothing back your hair, I see + Heaven's best angel smile on me,-- + Little Tommy Smith. + + + + +{68} + + TOM VAN ARDEN + + Tom Van Arden, my old friend, + Our warm fellowship is one + Far too old to comprehend + Where its bond was first begun: + Mirage-like before my gaze + Gleams a land of other days, + Where two truant boys, astray, + Dream their lazy lives away. + + There's a vision, in the guise + Of Midsummer, where the Past + Like a weary beggar lies + In the shadow Time has cast; + And as blends the bloom of trees + With the drowsy hum of bees, + Fragrant thoughts and murmurs blend, + Tom Van Arden, my old friend. + +{69} + + Tom Van Arden, my old friend, + All the pleasures we have known + Thrill me now as I extend + This old hand and grasp your own-- + Feeling, in the rude caress, + All affection's tenderness; + Feeling, though the touch be rough, + Our old souls are soft enough. + + So we'll make a mellow hour: + Fill your pipe, and taste the wine-- + Warp your face, if it be sour, + I can spare a smile from mine; + If it sharpen up your wit, + Let me feel the edge of it-- + I have eager ears to lend, + Tom Van Arden, my old friend. + + Tom Van Arden, my old friend, + Are we "lucky dogs," indeed? + Are we all that we pretend + In the jolly life we lead?-- + Bachelors, we must confess, + Boast of "single blessedness" + To the world, but not alone-- + Man's best sorrow is his own! + +{70} + + And the saddest truth is this,-- + Life to us has never proved + What we tasted in the kiss + Of the women we have loved: + Vainly we congratulate + Our escape from such a fate + As their lying lips could send, + Tom Van Arden, my old friend! + + Tom Van Arden, my old friend, + Hearts, like fruit upon the stem, + Ripen sweetest, I contend, + As the frost falls over them: + Your regard for me to-day + Makes November taste of May, + And through every vein of rhyme + Pours the blood of summer-time. + + When our souls are cramped with youth + Happiness seems far away + In the future, while, in truth, + We look back on it to-day + Through our tears, nor dare to boast,-- + "Better to have loved and lost!" + Broken hearts are hard to mend, + Tom Van Arden, my old friend. + +{71} + + Tom Van Arden, my old friend, + I grow prosy, and you tire; + Fill the glasses while I bend + To prod up the failing fire. . . . + You are restless:--I presume + There's a dampness in the room.-- + Much of warmth our nature begs, + With rheumatics in our legs! . . . + + Humph! the legs we used to fling + Limber-jointed in the dance, + When we heard the fiddle ring + Up the curtain of Romance, + And in crowded public halls + Played with hearts like jugglers' balls.-- + _Feats of mountebanks, depend!_-- + Tom Van Arden, my old friend. + + Tom Van Arden, my old friend, + Pardon, then, this theme of mine: + While the firelight leaps to lend + Higher color to the wine,-- + I propose a health to those + Who have _homes_, and home's repose, + Wife- and child-love without end! + . . . Tom Van Arden, my old friend. + + + + +{72} + +[Illustration: Our old friend Neverfail--headpiece] + + OUR OLD FRIEND NEVERFAIL + + O it's good to ketch a relative 'at's richer and don't run + When you holler out to hold up, and'll joke and have his fun; + It's good to hear a man called bad and then find out he's not, + Er strike some chap they call lukewarm 'at's really red-hot; + +{73} + + It's good to know the Devil's painted jes' a leetle black, + And it's good to have most anybody pat you on the back;-- + But jes' the best thing in the world's our old friend Neverfail, + When he wags yer hand as honest as an old dog wags his tail! + + I like to strike the man I owe the same time I can pay, + And take back things I've borried, and su'prise folks thataway; + I like to find out that the man I voted fer last fall, + That didn't git elected, was a scoundrel after all; + I like the man that likes the pore and he'ps 'em when he can; + I like to meet a ragged tramp 'at's still a gentleman; + But most I like--with you, my boy--our old friend Neverfail, + When he wags yer hand as honest as an old dog wags his tail! + + + + +{74} + + MY BACHELOR CHUM + + A corpulent man is my bachelor chum, + With a neck apoplectic and thick-- + An abdomen on him as big as a drum, + And a fist big enough for the stick; + With a walk that for grace is clear out of the case, + And a wobble uncertain--as though + His little bow-legs had forgotten the pace + That in youth used to favor him so. + + He is forty, at least; and the top of his head + Is a bald and a glittering thing; + And his nose and his two chubby cheeks are as red + As three rival roses in spring; + +{75} + +[Illustration: His mouth is a grin with the corners tucked in] + +{77} + + His mouth is a grin with the corners tucked in, + And his laugh is so breezy and bright + That it ripples his features and dimples his chin + With a billowy look of delight. + + He is fond of declaring he "don't care a straw"-- + That "the ills of a bachelor's life + Are blisses, compared with a mother-in-law + And a boarding-school miss for a wife!" + So he smokes and he drinks, and he jokes and he winks, + And he dines and he wines, all alone, + With a thumb ever ready to snap as he thinks + Of the comforts he never has known. + + But up in his den--(Ah, my bachelor chum!)-- + I have sat with him there in the gloom, + When the laugh of his lips died away to become + But a phantom of mirth in the room. + And to look on him there you would love him, for all + His ridiculous ways, and be dumb + As the little girl-face that smiles down from the wall + On the tears of my bachelor chum. + + + + +{78} + +[Illustration: Art and poetry--headpiece] + + ART AND POETRY + + TO HOMER DAVENPORT + + Wess he says, and sort o' grins, + "Art and Poetry is twins! + + "Yit, if I'd my pick, I'd shake + Poetry, and no mistake! + + "Pictures, allus, 'peared to _me_, + Clean laid over Poetry! + +{79} + + "Let me _draw_, and then, i jings, + I'll not keer a straw who sings. + + "'F I could draw as you have drew, + Like to jes' swop pens with you! + + "Picture-drawin' 's my pet vision + Of Life-work in Lands Elysian. + + "Pictures is first language we + Find hacked out in History. + + "Most delight we ever took + Was in our first Picture-book. + + "'Thout the funny picture-makers, + They'd be lots more undertakers! + + "Still, as I say, Rhymes and Art + 'Smighty hard to tell apart. + + "Songs and pictures go together + Same as birds and summer weather." + + So Wess says, and sort o' grins, + "Art and Poetry is twins." + + + + +{80} + +[Illustration: Down to the Capital--headpiece] + + DOWN TO THE CAPITAL + + I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington, D. C., + Where Congerss meets and passes on the pensions ort to be + Allowed to old one-legged chaps, like me, 'at sence the war + Don't wear their pants in pairs at all--and yit how proud we are! + +{81} + + Old Flukens, from our deestrick, jes' turned in and tuck and made + Me stay with him whilse I was there; and longer 'at I stayed + The more I kep' a-wantin' jes' to kind o' git away, + And yit a-feelin' sociabler with Flukens ever' day. + + You see I'd got the idy--and I guess most folks agrees-- + 'At men as rich as him, you know, kin do jes' what they please; + A man worth stacks o' money, and a Congerssman and all, + And livin' in a buildin' bigger'n Masonic Hall! + + Now mind, I'm not a-faultin' Fluke--he made his money square: + We both was Forty-niners, and both bu'sted gittin' there; + I weakened and onwindlassed, and he stuck and stayed and made + His millions; don't know what _I'm_ worth untel my pension's paid. + + But I was goin' to tell you--er a-ruther goin' to try + To tell you how he's livin' now: gas burnin' mighty nigh + In ever' room about the house; and ever' night, about, + Some blame reception goin' on, and money goin' out. + +{82} + + They's people there from all the world--jes' ever' kind 'at lives, + Injuns and all! and Senators, and Ripresentatives; + And girls, you know, jes' dressed in gauze and roses, I declare, + And even old men shamblin' round a-waltzin' with 'em there! + + And bands a-tootin' circus-tunes, 'way in some other room + Jes' chokin' full o' hothouse plants and pinies and perfume; + And fountains, squirtin' stiddy all the time; and statutes, made + Out o' puore marble, 'peared-like, sneakin' round there in the shade. + + And Fluke he coaxed and begged and pled with me to take a hand + And sashay in amongst 'em--crutch and all, you understand; + But when I said how tired I was, and made fer open air, + He follered, and tel five o'clock we set a-talkin' there. + +{83} + +[Illustration: To old one-legged chaps, like me] + +{85} + + "My God!" says he--Fluke says to me, "I'm tireder'n you! + Don't putt up yer tobacker tel you give a man a chew. + Set back a leetle furder in the shadder--that'll do; + I'm tireder'n you, old man; I'm tireder'n you. + + "You see that-air old dome," says he, "humped up ag'inst the sky? + It's grand, first time you see it; but it changes, by and by, + And then it stays jes' thataway--jes' anchored high and dry + Betwixt the sky up yender and the achin' of yer eye. + + "Night's purty; not so purty, though, as what it ust to be + When my first wife was livin'. You remember her?" says he. + I nodded-like, and Fluke went on, "I wonder now ef she + Knows where I am--and what I am--and what I ust to be? + + "That band in there!--I ust to think 'at music couldn't wear + A feller out the way it does; but that ain't music there-- + That's jes' a' _imitation_, and like ever'thing, I swear, + I hear, er see, er tetch, er taste, er tackle anywhere! + +{86} + + "It's all jes' _artificial_, this-'ere high-priced life of ours; + The theory, it's sweet enough, tel it saps down and sours. + They's no _home_ left, ner _ties_ o' home about it. By the powers, + The whole thing's artificialer'n artificial flowers! + + "And all I want, and could lay down and sob fer, is to know + The homely things of homely life; fer instance, jes' to go + And set down by the kitchen stove--Lord! that 'u'd rest me so,-- + Jes' set there, like I ust to do, and laugh and joke, you know. + + "Jes' set there, like I ust to do," says Fluke, a-startin' in, + 'Peared-like, to say the whole thing over to hisse'f ag'in; + Then stopped and turned, and kind o' coughed, and stooped + and fumbled fer + Somepin' o' 'nuther in the grass--I guess his handkercher. + + Well, sence I'm back from Washington, where I left Fluke a-still + A-leggin' fer me, heart and soul, on that-air pension bill, + I've half-way struck the notion, when I think o' wealth and sich, + They's nothin' much patheticker'n jes' a-bein' rich! + +{87} + +[Illustration: "It's all jes' artificial, this-'ere high-priced life of +ours"] + + + + +{89} + +[Illustration: Old chums--headpiece] + + OLD CHUMS + + "If I die first," my old chum paused to say, + "Mind! not a whimper of regret:--instead, + Laugh and be glad, as I shall.--Being dead, + I shall not lodge so very far away + But that our mirth shall mingle.--So, the day + The word comes, joy with me." "I'll try," I said, + Though, even speaking, sighed and shook my head + And turned, with misted eyes. His roundelay + Rang gaily on the stair; and then the door + Opened and--closed. . . . Yet something of the clear, + Hale hope, and force of wholesome faith he had + Abided with me--strengthened more and more.-- + Then--then they brought his broken body here: + And I laughed--whisperingly--and we were glad. + + + + +{90} + +[Illustration: Scotty--headpiece] + + SCOTTY + + Scotty's dead--Of course he is! + Jes' that same old luck of his!-- + Ever sence we went cahoots + He's be'n first, you bet yer boots! + When our schoolin' first begun, + Got two whippin's to my one: + Stold and smoked the first cigar: + Stood up first before the bar, + Takin' whisky-straight--and me + Wastin' time on "blackberry"! + +{91} + + Beat me in the Army, too, + And clean on the whole way through! + In more scrapes around the camp, + And more troubles, on the tramp: + Fought and fell there by my side + With more bullets in his hide, + And more glory in the cause,-- + That's the kind o' man _he_ was! + Luck liked Scotty more'n me.-- + _I_ got married: Scotty, he + Never even would _apply_ + Fer the pension-money I + Had to beg of "Uncle Sam"-- + That's the kind o' cuss _I_ am!-- + Scotty allus first and best-- + Me the last and ornriest! + Yit fer all that's said and done-- + All the battles fought and won-- + We hain't prospered, him ner me-- + Both as pore as pore could be,-- + Though we've allus, up tel now, + Stuck together anyhow-- + Scotty allus, as I've said, + Luckiest--And now he's _dead_! + + + + +{92} + +[Illustration: The old man--headpiece] + + THE OLD MAN + + Lo! steadfast and serene, + In patient pause between + The seen and the unseen, + What gentle zephyrs fan + Your silken silver hair,-- + And what diviner air + Breathes round you like a prayer, + Old Man? + +{93} + + Can you, in nearer view + Of Glory, pierce the blue + Of happy Heaven through; + And, listening mutely, can + Your senses, dull to us, + Hear Angel-voices thus, + In chorus glorious-- + Old Man? + + In your reposeful gaze + The dusk of Autumn days + Is blent with April haze, + As when of old began + The bursting of the bud + Of rosy babyhood-- + When all the world was good, + Old Man. + + And yet I find a sly + Little twinkle in your eye; + And your whisperingly shy + Little laugh is simply an + Internal shout of glee + That betrays the fallacy + You'd perpetrate on me, + Old Man. + +{94} + + So just put up the frown + That your brows are pulling down! + Why, the fleetest boy in town, + As he bared his feet and ran, + Could read with half a glance-- + And of keen rebuke, perchance-- + Your secret countenance, + Old Man. + + Now, honestly, confess: + Is an old man any less + Than the little child we bless + And caress when we can? + Isn't age but just a place + Where you mask the childish face + To preserve its inner grace, + Old Man? + + Hasn't age a truant day, + Just as that you went astray + In the wayward, restless way, + When, brown with dust and tan, + Your roguish face essayed, + In solemn masquerade, + To hide the smile it made, + Old Man? + +{95} + +[Illustration: In your reposeful gaze] + +{97} + + Now, fair, and square, and true, + Don't your old soul tremble through, + As in youth it used to do + When it brimmed and overran + With the strange, enchanted sights, + And the splendors and delights + Of the old "Arabian Nights," + Old Man? + + When, haply, you have fared + Where glad Aladdin shared + His lamp with you, and dared + The Afrite and his clan; + And, with him, clambered through + The trees where jewels grew-- + And filled your pockets, too, + Old Man? + + Or, with Sinbad, at sea-- + And in veracity + Who has sinned as bad as he, + Or would, or will, or can?-- + Have you listened to his lies, + With open mouth and eyes, + And learned his art likewise, + Old Man? + +{98} + + And you need not deny + That your eyes were wet as dry, + Reading novels on the sly! + And review them, if you can + And the same warm tears will fall-- + Only faster, that is all-- + Over Little Nell and Paul, + Old Man! + + Oh, you were a lucky lad-- + Just as good as you were bad! + And the host of friends you had-- + Charley, Tom, and Dick, and Dan; + And the old School-Teacher, too, + Though he often censured you; + And the girls in pink and blue, + Old Man. + + And--as often you have leant, + In boyish sentiment, + To kiss the letter sent + By Nelly, Belle, or Nan-- + Wherein the rose's hue + Was red, the violet blue-- + And sugar sweet--and you, + Old Man,-- + +{99} + + So, to-day, as lives the bloom, + And the sweetness, and perfume + Of the blossoms, I assume, + On the same mysterious plan + The Master's love assures, + That the selfsame boy endures + In that hale old heart of yours, + Old Man. + +[Illustration: The old man--tailpiece] + + + + +{100} + + JAMES B. MAYNARD + + His daily, nightly task is o'er-- + He leans above his desk no more. + + His pencil and his pen say not + One further word of gracious thought. + + All silent is his _voice_, yet clear + For all a grateful world to hear; + + He poured abroad his human love + In opulence unmeasured of-- + + While, in return, his meek demand,-- + The warm clasp of a neighbor-hand + + In recognition of the true + World's duty that he lived to do. + + So was he kin of yours and mine-- + So, even by the hallowed sign + + Of silence which he listens to, + He hears our tears as falls the dew. + + + + +{101} + +[Illustration: The ancient printerman--headpiece] + + THE ANCIENT PRINTERMAN + + O Printerman of sallow face, + And look of absent guile, + Is it the 'copy' on your 'case' + That causes you to smile? + Or is it some old treasure scrap + You call from Memory's file? + + "I fain would guess its mystery-- + For often I can trace + A fellow dreamer's history + Whene'er it haunts the face; + Your fancy's running riot + In a retrospective race! + +{102} + + "Ah, Printerman, you're straying + Afar from 'stick' and type-- + Your heart has 'gone a-maying,' + And you taste old kisses, ripe + Again on lips that pucker + At your old asthmatic pipe! + + "You are dreaming of old pleasures + That have faded from your view; + And the music-burdened measures + Of the laughs you listen to + Are now but angel-echoes-- + O, have I spoken true?" + + The ancient Printer hinted + With a motion full of grace + To where the words were printed + On a card above his "case,"-- + "'I am deaf and dumb!" I left him + With a smile upon his face. + +{103} + +[Illustration: O Printerman of sallow face] + + + + +{105} + +[Illustration: The old man and Jim--headpiece] + + THE OLD MAN AND JIM + + Old man never had much to say-- + 'Ceptin' to Jim,-- + And Jim was the wildest boy he had-- + And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! + Never heerd him speak but once + Er twice in my life,--and first time was + When the army broke out, and Jim he went, + The old man backin' him, fer three months; + And all 'at I heerd the old man say + Was, jes' as we turned to start away,-- + "Well, good-by, Jim: + Take keer o' yourse'f!" + +{106} + + 'Peared-like, he was more satisfied + Jes' _lookin'_ at Jim + And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see?-- + 'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him! + And over and over I mind the day + The old man come and stood round in the way + While we was drillin', a-watchin' Jim-- + And down at the deepo a-heerin' him say, + "Well, good-by, Jim: + Take keer of yourse'f!" + + Never was nothin' about the _farm_ + Disting'ished Jim; + Neighbors all ust to wonder why + The old man 'peared wrapped up in him; + But when Cap. Biggler he writ back + 'At Jim was the bravest boy we had + In the whole dern rigiment, white er black, + And his fightin' good as his farmin' bad-- + 'At he had led, with a bullet clean + Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag + Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen,-- + The old man wound up a letter to him + 'At Cap. read to us, 'at said: "Tell Jim + Good-by, + And take keer of hisse'f." + +{107} + +[Illustration: "Well, good-by, Jim"] + +{109} + + Jim come home jes' long enough + To take the whim + 'At he'd like to go back in the calvery-- + And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! + Jim 'lowed 'at he'd had sich luck afore, + Guessed he'd tackle her three years more. + And the old man give him a colt he'd raised, + And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade, + And laid around fer a week er so, + Watchin' Jim on dress-parade-- + Tel finally he rid away, + And last he heerd was the old man say,-- + "Well, good-by, Jim: + Take keer of yourse'f!" + +[Illustration: The old man and Jim--tailpiece] + +{110} + + Tuk the papers, the old man did, + A-watchin' fer Jim-- + Fully believin' he'd make his mark + _Some_ way--jes' wrapped up in him!-- + And many a time the word 'u'd come + 'At stirred him up like the tap of a drum-- + At Petersburg, fer instunce, where + Jim rid right into their cannons there, + And tuk 'em, and p'inted 'em t'other way, + And socked it home to the boys in gray + As they scooted fer timber, and on and on-- + Jim a lieutenant, and one arm gone, + And the old man's words in his mind all day,-- + "Well, good-by, Jim: + Take keer of yourse'f!" + +[Illustration: The old man and Jim--tailpiece] + +{111} + + Think of a private, now, perhaps, + We'll say like Jim, + 'At's dumb clean up to the shoulder-straps-- + And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! + Think of him--with the war plum' through, + And the glorious old Red-White-and-Blue + A-laughin' the news down over Jim, + And the old man, bendin' over him-- + The surgeon turnin' away with tears + 'At hadn't leaked fer years and years, + As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to + His father's, the old voice in his ears,-- + "Well, good-by, Jim: + Take keer of yourse'f!" + +[Illustration: The old man and Jim--tailpiece] + + + + +{112} + +[Illustration: The old school-chum--headpiece] + + THE OLD SCHOOL-CHUM + + He puts the poem by, to say + His eyes are not themselves to-day! + + A sudden glamour o'er his sight-- + A something vague, indefinite-- + + An oft-recurring blur that blinds + The printed meaning of the lines, + + And leaves the mind all dusk and dim + In swimming darkness--strange to him! + +{113} + + It is not childishness, I guess,-- + Yet something of the tenderness + + That used to wet his lashes when + A boy seems troubling him again;-- + + The old emotion, sweet and wild, + That drove him truant when a child, + + That he might hide the tears that fell + Above the lesson--"Little Nell." + + And so it is he puts aside + The poem he has vainly tried + + To follow; and, as one who sighs + In failure, through a poor disguise + + Of smiles, he dries his tears, to say + His eyes are not themselves to-day. + +[Illustration: The old school-chum--tailpiece] + + + + +{114} + +[Illustration: My jolly friend's secret--headpiece] + + MY JOLLY FRIEND'S SECRET + + Ah, friend of mine, how goes it + Since you've taken you a mate?-- + Your smile, though, plainly shows it + Is a very happy state! + Dan Cupid's necromancy! + You must sit you down and dine, + And lubricate your fancy + With a glass or two of wine. + +{115} + +[Illustration: Ah, friend of mine, how goes it] + +{117} + + And as you have "deserted," + As my other chums have done, + While I laugh alone diverted, + As you drop off one by one--- + And I've remained unwedded, + Till--you see--look here--that I'm, + In a manner, "snatched bald-headed" + By the sportive hand of Time! + + I'm an "old 'un!" yes, but wrinkles + Are not so plenty, quite, + As to cover up the twinkles + Of the _boy_--ain't I right? + Yet there are ghosts of kisses + Under this mustache of mine + My mem'ry only misses + When I drown 'em out with wine. + + From acknowledgment so ample, + You would hardly take me for + What I am--a perfect sample + Of a "jolly bachelor"; + Not a bachelor has being + When he laughs at married life + But his heart and soul's agreeing + That he ought to have a wife! + +{118} + + Ah, ha! old chum, this claret, + Like Fatima, holds the key + Of the old Blue-Beardish garret + Of my hidden mystery! + Did you say you'd like to listen? + Ah, my boy! the "_Sad No More!_" + And the tear-drops that will glisten-- + _Turn the catch upon the door,_ + + And sit you down beside me + And put yourself at ease-- + I'll trouble you to slide me + That wine decanter, please; + The path is kind o' mazy + Where my fancies have to go, + And my heart gets sort o' lazy + On the journey--don't you know? + + Let me see--when I was twenty-- + It's a lordly age, my boy, + When a fellow's money's plenty, + And the leisure to enjoy-- + +{119} + + And a girl--with hair as golden + As--_that_; and lips--well--quite + As red as _this_ I'm holdin' + Between you and the light? + + And eyes and a complexion-- + Ah, heavens!--le'-me-see-- + Well,--just in this connection,-- + _Did you lock that door for me?_ + Did I start in recitation + My past life to recall? + Well, _that's_ an indication + I am purty tight--that's all! + +[Illustration: My jolly friend's secret--tailpiece] + + + + +{120} + + IN THE HEART OF JUNE + + In the heart of June, love, + You and I together, + On from dawn till noon, love, + Laughing with the weather; + Blending both our souls, love, + In the selfsame tune, + Drinking all life holds, love, + In the heart of June. + + In the heart of June, love, + With its golden weather, + Underneath the moon, love, + You and I together. + Ah! how sweet to seem, love, + Drugged and half aswoon + With this luscious dream, love, + In the heart of June. + + + + +{121} + +[Illustration: The old band--headpiece] + + THE OLD BAND + + It's mighty good to git back to the old town, shore, + Considerin' I've be'n away twenty year and more. + Sence I moved then to Kansas, of course I see a change, + A-comin' back, and notice things that's new to me and strange; + Especially at evening when yer new band-fellers meet, + In fancy uniforms and all, and play out on the street-- + . . . What's come of old Bill Lindsey and the Saxhorn fellers--say? + I want to hear the _old_ band play. + +{122} + + What's come of Eastman, and Nat Snow? And where's War Barnett at? + And Nate and Bony Meek; Bill Hart; Tom Richa'son and that- + Air brother of him played the drum as twic't as big as Jim; + And old Hi Kerns, the carpenter--say, what's become o' him? + I make no doubt yer _new band_ now's a _competenter_ band, + And plays their music more by note than what they play by hand, + And stylisher and grander tunes; but somehow--anyway, + I want to hear the _old_ band play. + + Sich tunes as "John Brown's Body" and "Sweet Alice," don't you know; + And "The Camels is A-comin'," and "John Anderson, my Jo"; + And a dozent others of 'em--"Number Nine" and "Number 'Leven" + Was favo-_rites_ that fairly made a feller dream o' Heaven. + And when the boys 'u'd saranade, I've laid so still in bed + I've even heerd the locus'-blossoms droppin' on the shed + When "Lilly Dale," er "Hazel Dell," had sobbed and died away-- + . . . I want to hear the _old_ band play. + +{123} + +[Illustration: I want to hear the old band play] + +{125} + + Yer _new_ band ma'by beats it, but the _old band's_ what I said-- + It allus 'peared to kind o' chord with somepin' in my head; + And, whilse I'm no musicianer, when my blame' eyes is jes' + Nigh drownded out, and Mem'ry squares her jaws and sort o' says + She _won't_ ner _never_ will fergit, I want to jes' turn in + And take and light right out o' here and git back West ag'in + And _stay_ there, when I git there, where I never haf to say + I want to hear the _old_ band play. + +[Illustration: The old band--tailpiece] + + + + +{126} + +[Illustration: My friend--headpiece] + + MY FRIEND + + "He is my friend," I said,-- + "Be patient!" Overhead + The skies were drear and dim; + And lo! the thought of him + Smiled on my heart--and then + The sun shone out again! + + "He is my friend!" The words + Brought summer and the birds; + And all my winter-time + Thawed into running rhyme + And rippled into song, + Warm, tender, brave, and strong. + +{127} + + And so it sings to-day.-- + So may it sing alway! + Though waving grasses grow + Between, and lilies blow + Their trills of perfume clear + As laughter to the ear, + Let each mute measure end + With "Still he is thy friend." + +[Illustration: My friend--tailpiece] + + + + +{128} + +[Illustration: The traveling man--headpiece] + + THE TRAVELING MAN + + I + + Could I pour out the nectar the gods only can, + I would fill up my glass to the brim + And drink the success of the Traveling Man, + And the house represented by him; + And could I but tincture the glorious draught + With his smiles, as I drank to him then, + And the jokes he has told and the laughs he has laughed, + I would fill up the goblet again-- + + And drink to the sweetheart who gave him good-by + With a tenderness thrilling him this + Very hour, as he thinks of the tear in her eye + That salted the sweet of her kiss; + To her truest of hearts and her fairest of hands + I would drink, with all serious prayers, + Since the heart she must trust is a Traveling Man's, + And as warm as the ulster he wears. + +{129} + +[Illustration: Who have met him with smiles and with cheer] + +{131} + + II + + I would drink to the wife, with the babe on her knee, + Who awaits his returning in vain-- + Who breaks his brave letters so tremulously + And reads them again and again! + And I'd drink to the feeble old mother who sits + At the warm fireside of her son + And murmurs and weeps o'er the stocking she knits, + As she thinks of the wandering one. + + I would drink a long life and a health to the friends + Who have met him with smiles and with cheer-- + To the generous hand that the landlord extends + To the wayfarer journeying here: + And I pledge, when he turns from this earthly abode + And pays the last fare that he can, + Mine Host of the Inn at the End of the Road + Will welcome the Traveling Man! + + + + +{132} + +[Illustration: Dan O'Sullivan--headpiece] + + DAN O'SULLIVAN + + Dan O'Sullivan: It's your + Lips have kissed "The Blarney," sure!-- + To be trillin' praise av me, + Dhrippin' swhate wid poethry!-- + Not that I'd not have ye sing-- + Don't lave off for anything-- + Jusht be aisy whilst the fit + Av me head shwells up to it! + + Dade and thrue, I'm not the man, + Whilst yer singin', loike ye can, + To cry shtop because ye've blesht + My songs more than all the resht:-- + I'll not be the b'y to ax + Any shtar to wane or wax, + Or ax any clock that's woun' + To run up inshtid av down! + +{133} + + Whist yez! Dan O'Sullivan!-- + Him that made the Irishman + Mixt the birds in wid the dough, + And the dew and mistletoe + Wid the whusky in the quare + Muggs av us--and here we air, + Three parts right, and three parts wrong, + Shpiked with beauty, wit and song! + +[Illustration: Dan O'Sullivan--tailpiece] + + + + +{134} + +[Illustration: My old friend--headpiece] + + MY OLD FRIEND + + You've a manner all so mellow, + My old friend, + That it cheers and warms a fellow, + My old friend, + Just to meet and greet you, and + Feel the pressure of a hand + That one may understand, + My old friend. + +{135} + + Though dimmed in youthful splendor, + My old friend, + Your smiles are still as tender, + My old friend, + And your eyes as true a blue + As your childhood ever knew, + And your laugh as merry, too, + My old friend. + + For though your hair is faded, + My old friend, + And your step a trifle jaded, + My old friend, + Old Time, with all his lures + In the trophies he secures, + Leaves young that heart of yours, + My old friend. + + And so it is you cheer me, + My old friend, + For to know you still are near me, + My old friend, + Makes my hopes of clearer light, + And my faith of surer sight, + And my soul a purer white, + My old friend. + + + + +{136} + +[Illustration: Old John Henry--headpiece] + + OLD JOHN HENRY + + Old John's jes' made o' the commonest stuff-- + Old John Henry-- + He's tough, I reckon,--but none too tough-- + Too tough though's better than not enough! + Says old John Henry. + He does his best, and when his best's bad, + He don't fret none, ner he don't git sad-- + He simply 'lows it's the best he had: + Old John Henry! + +{137} + +[Illustration: A smilin' face and hearty hand] + +{139} + + His doctern's jes' o' the plainest brand-- + Old John Henry-- + A smilin' face and a hearty hand + 'S religen 'at all folks understand, + Says old John Henry. + He's stove up some with the rhumatiz, + And they hain't no shine on them shoes o' his, + And his hair hain't cut--but his eye-teeth is: + Old John Henry! + + He feeds hisse'f when the stock's all fed-- + Old John Henry-- + And sleeps like a babe when he goes to bed-- + And dreams o' Heaven and home-made bread, + Says old John Henry. + He hain't refined as he'd ort to be + To fit the statutes o' poetry, + Ner his clothes don't fit him--but _he_ fits _me_: + Old John Henry! + + + + +{140} + + HER VALENTINE + + Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. + It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, + And hovering above them--just as cute as he can be-- + Is a fairy Cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry. + + And the prankish little fellow looks so knowing in his glee, + With his golden bow and arrow, aiming most unerringly + At a pair of hearts so labeled that I may read and see + That one is meant for "One Who Loves," and one is meant for me. + + But I know the lad who sent it! It's as plain as A-B-C!-- + For the roses they are _blushing_, and the vase stands _awkwardly_, + And the little god above it--though as cute as he can be-- + Can not breathe the lightest whisper of his burning love for me. + + + + +{141} + +[Illustration: Christmas greeting--headpiece] + + CHRISTMAS GREETING + + A word of Godspeed and good cheer + To all on earth, or far or near, + Or friend or foe, or thine or mine-- + In echo of the voice divine, + Heard when the star bloomed forth and lit + The world's face, with God's smile on it. + + + + +{142} + +[Illustration: Abe Martin--headpiece] + + ABE MARTIN + + Abe Martin!--dad-burn his old picture! + P'tends he's a Brown County fixture-- + A kind of a comical mixture + Of hoss-sense and no sense at all! + His mouth, like his pipe, 's allus goin', + And his thoughts, like his whiskers, is flowin', + And what he don't know ain't wuth knowin'-- + From Genesis clean to baseball! + +{143} + +[Illustration: His mouth, like his pipe, 's allus goin'] + +{145} + + The artist, Kin Hubbard, 's so keerless + He draws Abe 'most eyeless and earless, + But he's never yet pictured him cheerless + Er with fun 'at he tries to conceal,-- + Whuther on to the fence er clean over + A-rootin' up ragweed er clover, + Skeert stiff at some "Rambler" er "Rover" + Er newfangled automo_beel_! + + It's a purty steep climate old Brown's in; + And the rains there his ducks nearly drowns in + The old man hisse'f wades his rounds in + As ca'm and serene, mighty nigh + As the old handsaw-hawg, er the mottled + Milch cow, er the old rooster wattled + Like the mumps had him 'most so well throttled + That it was a pleasure to die. + + But best of 'em all's the fool-breaks 'at + Abe don't see at all, and yit makes 'at + Both me and you lays back and shakes at + His comic, miraculous cracks + Which makes him--clean back of the power + Of genius itse'f in its flower-- + This Notable Man of the Hour, + Abe Martin, The Joker on Facts. + + + + +{146} + +[Illustration: The little old poem that nobody reads--headpiece] + + THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS + + The little old poem that nobody reads + Blooms in a crowded space, + Like a ground-vine blossom, so low in the weeds + That nobody sees its face-- + Unless, perchance, the reader's eye + Stares through a yawn, and hurries by, + For no one wants, or loves, or heeds, + The little old poem that nobody reads. + +{147} + + The little old poem that nobody reads + Was written--where?--and when? + Maybe a hand of goodly deeds + Thrilled as it held the pen: + Maybe the fountain whence it came + Was a heart brimmed o'er with tears of shame, + And maybe its creed is the worst of creeds-- + The little old poem that nobody reads. + + But, little old poem that nobody reads, + Holding you here above + The wound of a heart that warmly bleeds + For all that knows not love, + I well believe if the old World knew + As dear a friend as I find in you, + That friend would tell it that all it needs + Is the little old poem that nobody reads. + +[Illustration: The little old poem that nobody reads--tailpiece] + + + + +{148} + +[Illustration: In the afternoon--headpiece] + + IN THE AFTERNOON + + You in the hammock; and I, near by, + Was trying to read, and to swing you, too; + And the green of the sward was so kind to the eye, + And the shade of the maples so cool and blue, + That often I looked from the book to you + To say as much, with a sigh. + + You in the hammock. The book we'd brought + From the parlor--to read in the open air,-- + Something of love and of Launcelot + And Guinevere, I believe, was there-- + But the afternoon, it was far more fair + Than the poem was, I thought. + +{149} + +[Illustration: You in the hammock; and I, near by] + +{151} + + You in the hammock; and on and on. + I droned and droned through the rhythmic stuff-- + But, with always a half of my vision gone + Over the top of the page--enough + To caressingly gaze at you, swathed in the fluff + Of your hair and your odorous "lawn." + + You in the hammock--and that was a year-- + Fully a year ago, I guess-- + And what do we care for their Guinevere + And her Launcelot and their lordliness!-- + You in the hammock still, and--Yes-- + Kiss me again, my dear! + +[Illustration: In the afternoon--tailpiece] + + + + +{152} + + BECAUSE + + Why did we meet long years of yore? + And why did we strike hands and say + "We will be friends and nothing more"; + Why are we musing thus to-day? + Because because was just because, + And no one knew just why it was. + + Why did I say good-by to you? + Why did I sail across the main? + Why did I love not heaven's own blue + Until I touched these shores again? + Because because was just because, + And you nor I knew why it was. + + Why are my arms about you now, + And happy tears upon your cheek? + And why my kisses on your brow? + Look up in thankfulness and speak! + Because because was just because, + And only God knew why it was. + + + + +{153} + +[Illustration: Herr Weiser--headpiece] + + HERR WEISER + + Herr Weiser!--Threescore years and ten,-- + A hale white rose of his countrymen, + Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam, + And blossomy as his German home-- + As blossomy and as pure and sweet + As the cool green glen of his calm retreat, + Far withdrawn from the noisy town + Where trade goes clamoring up and down, + Whose fret and fever, and stress and strife, + May not trouble his tranquil life! + +{154} + + Breath of rest, what a balmy gust!-- + Quit of the city's heat and dust, + Jostling down by the winding road + Through the orchard ways of his quaint abode.-- + Tether the horse, as we onward fare + Under the pear trees trailing there, + And thumping the wooden bridge at night + With lumps of ripeness and lush delight, + Till the stream, as it maunders on till dawn, + Is powdered and pelted and smiled upon. + + Herr Weiser, with his wholesome face, + And the gentle blue of his eyes, and grace + Of unassuming honesty, + Be there to welcome you and me! + And what though the toil of the farm be stopped + And the tireless plans of the place be dropped, + While the prayerful master's knees are set + In beds of pansy and mignonette + And lily and aster and columbine, + Offered in love, as yours and mine?-- + +{155} + +[Illustration: And lily and aster and columbine] + +{157} + + What, but a blessing of kindly thought, + Sweet as the breath of forget-me-not!-- + What, but a spirit of lustrous love + White as the aster he bends above!-- + What, but an odorous memory + Of the dear old man, made known to me + In days demanding a help like his,-- + As sweet as the life of the lily is-- + As sweet as the soul of a babe, bloom-wise + Born of a lily in Paradise. + +[Illustration: Herr Weiser--tailpiece] + + + + +{158} + +[Illustration: A mother-song--headpiece] + + A MOTHER-SONG + + Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you, + Sing the old song I may never forget; + Even in slumber I murmur and sigh for you.-- + Mother, O mother, + Sing low, "Little brother, + Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" + +{159} + + Mother, O mother! the years are so lonely, + Filled but with weariness, doubt and regret! + Can't you come back to me--for to-night only, + Mother, my mother, + And sing, "Little brother, + Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" + + Mother, O mother! of old I had never + One wish denied me, nor trouble to fret; + Now--must I cry out all vainly forever,-- + Mother, sweet mother, + O sing, "Little brother, + Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" + + Mother, O mother! must longing and sorrow + Leave me in darkness, with eyes ever wet, + And never the hope of a meeting to-morrow? + Answer me, mother, + And sing, "Little brother, + Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" + + + + +{160} + +[Illustration: What "Old Santa" overheard--headpiece] + + WHAT "OLD SANTA" OVERHEARD + + _'Tis said old Santa Claus one time_ + _Told this joke on himself in rhyme:_ + One Christmas, in the early din + That ever leads the morning in, + I heard the happy children shout + In rapture at the toys turned out + Of bulging little socks and shoes-- + A joy at which I could but choose + To listen enviously, because + I'm always just "Old Santa Claus,"-- + But ere my rising sigh had got + To its first quaver at the thought, + It broke in laughter, as I heard + A little voice chirp like a bird,-- + +{161} + + "Old Santa's mighty good, I know. + And awful rich--and he can go + Down ever' chimbly anywhere + In all the world!--But I don't care, + _I_ wouldn't trade with _him_, and be + Old Santa Clause, and him be me, + Fer all his toys and things!--and _I_ + Know why, and bet you _he_ knows why!-- + They _wuz_ no Santa Clause when _he_ + Wuz ist a little boy like me!" + +[Illustration: What "Old Santa" overheard--tailpiece] + + + + +{162} + + THE STEPMOTHER + + First she come to our house, + Tommy run and hid; + And Emily and Bob and me + We cried jus' like we did + When Mother died,--and we all said + 'At we all wisht 'at we was dead! + + And Nurse she couldn't stop us; + And Pa he tried and tried,-- + We sobbed and shook and wouldn't look, + But only cried and cried; + And nen some one--we couldn't jus' + Tell who--was cryin' same as us! + + Our Stepmother! Yes, it was her, + Her arms around us all-- + 'Cause Tom slid down the banister + And peeked in from the hall.-- + And we all love her, too, because + She's purt' nigh good as Mother was! + + + + +{163} + +[Illustration: When old Jack died--headpiece] + + WHEN OLD JACK DIED + + When Old Jack died, we stayed from school (they said, + At home, we needn't go that day), and none + Of us ate any breakfast--only one, + And that was Papa--and his eyes were red + When he came round where we were, by the shed + Where Jack was lying, half-way in the sun + And half-way in the shade. When we begun + To cry out loud, Pa turned and dropped his head + And went away; and Mamma, she went back + Into the kitchen. Then, for a long while, + All to ourselves, like, we stood there and cried. + We thought so many good things of Old Jack, + And funny things--although we didn't smile-- + We couldn't only cry when Old Jack died. + +{164} + + When Old Jack died, it seemed a human friend + Had suddenly gone from us; that some face + That we had loved to fondle and embrace + From babyhood, no more would condescend + To smile on us forever. We might bend + With tearful eyes above him, interlace + Our chubby fingers o'er him, romp and race, + Plead with him, call and coax--aye, we might send + The old halloo up for him, whistle, hist, + (If sobs had let us) or, as wildly vain, + Snapped thumbs, called "Speak," and he had not replied; + We might have gone down on our knees and kissed + The tousled ears, and yet they must remain + Deaf, motionless, we knew--when Old Jack died. + +{165} + +[Illustration: We couldn't only cry when old Jack died] + +{167} + + When Old Jack died, it seemed to us, some way, + That all the other dogs in town were pained + With our bereavement, and some that were chained, + Even, unslipped their collars on that day + To visit Jack in state, as though to pay + A last, sad tribute there, while neighbors craned + Their heads above the high board fence, and deigned + To sigh "Poor Dog!" remembering how they + Had cuffed him, when alive, perchance, because, + For love of them he leaped to lick their hands-- + Now, that he could not, were they satisfied? + We children thought that, as we crossed his paws, + And o'er his grave, 'way down the bottom-lands, + Wrote "Our First Love Lies Here," when Old Jack died. + +[Illustration: When old Jack died--tailpiece] + + + + +{168} + +[Illustration: That night--headpiece] + + THAT NIGHT + + You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory!-- + The scent of the locusts--the light of the moon; + And the violin weaving the waltzers a story, + Enmeshing their feet in the weft of the tune, + Till their shadows uncertain + Reeled round on the curtain, + While under the trellis we drank in the June. + +{169} + + Soaked through with the midnight the cedars were sleeping, + Their shadowy tresses outlined in the bright + Crystal, moon-smitten mists, where the fountain's heart, leaping + Forever, forever burst, full with delight; + And its lisp on my spirit + Fell faint as that near it + Whose love like a lily bloomed out in the night. + + O your glove was an odorous sachet of blisses! + The breath of your fan was a breeze from Cathay! + And the rose at your throat was a nest of spilled kisses!-- + And the music!--in fancy I hear it to-day, + As I sit here, confessing + Our secret, and blessing + My rival who found us, and waltzed you away. + +[Illustration: That night--tailpiece] + + + + +{170} + +[Illustration: To Almon Keefer--headpiece] + + TO ALMON KEEFER + + INSCRIBED IN "TALES OF THE OCEAN" + + This first book that I ever knew + Was read aloud to me by you-- + Friend of my boyhood, therefore take + It back from me, for old times' sake-- + The selfsame "Tales" first read to me, + Under "the old sweet apple tree," + Ere I myself could read such great + Big words,--but listening all elate, + At your interpreting, until + Brain, heart and soul were all athrill + With wonder, awe, and sheer excess + Of wildest childish happiness. + +{171} + +[Illustration: Under "the old sweet apple tree"] + +{173} + + So take the book again--forget + All else,--long years, lost hopes, regret; + Sighs for the joys we ne'er attain, + Prayers we have lifted all in vain; + Tears for the faces seen no more, + Once as the roses at the door! + Take the enchanted book--And lo, + On grassy swards of long ago, + Sprawl out again, beneath the shade + The breezy old-home orchard made, + The veriest barefoot boy indeed-- + And I will listen as you read. + +[Illustration: To Almon Keefer--tailpiece] + + + + +{174} + +[Illustration: To the quiet observer--headpiece] + + TO THE QUIET OBSERVER + + AFTER HIS LONG SILENCE + + Dear old friend of us all in need + Who know the worth of a friend indeed, + How rejoiced are we all to learn + Of your glad return. + +{175} + + We who have missed your voice so long-- + Even as March might miss the song + Of the sugar-bird in the maples when + They're tapped again. + + Even as the memory of these + _Blended_ sweets,--the sap of the trees + And the song of the birds, and the old camp too, + We think of you. + + Hail to you, then, with welcomes deep + As grateful hearts may laugh or weep!-- + You give us not only the bird that sings, + But all good things. + +[Illustration: To the quiet observer--tailpiece] + + + + +{176} + +[Illustration: Reach your hand to me--headpiece] + + REACH YOUR HAND TO ME + + Reach your hand to me, my friend, + With its heartiest caress-- + Sometime there will come an end + To its present faithfulness-- + Sometime I may ask in vain + For the touch of it again, + When between us land or sea + Holds it ever back from me. + +{177} + +[Illustration: Reach your hand to me, my friend] + +{179} + + Sometime I may need it so, + Groping somewhere in the night, + It will seem to me as though + Just a touch, however light, + Would make all the darkness day, + And along some sunny way + Lead me through an April-shower + Of my tears to this fair hour. + + O the present is too sweet + To go on forever thus! + Round the corner of the street + Who can say what waits for us?-- + Meeting--greeting, night and day, + Faring each the selfsame way-- + Still somewhere the path must end-- + Reach your hand to me, my friend! + +[Illustration: Reach your hand to me--tailpiece] + + + + +{180} + +[Illustration: The dead joke and the funny man--headpiece] + + THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN + + Long years ago, a funny man, + Flushed with a strange delight, + Sat down and wrote a funny thing + All in the solemn night; + And as he wrote he clapped his hands + And laughed with all his might. + For it was such a funny thing, + O, such a very funny thing, + This wonderfully funny thing, + He + Laughed + Outright. + +{181} + + And so it was this funny man + Printed this funny thing-- + Forgot it, too, nor ever thought + It worth remembering, + Till but a day or two ago. + (Ah! what may changes bring!) + He found this selfsame funny thing + In an exchange--"O, funny thing!" + He cried, "You dear old funny thing!" + And + Sobbed + Outright. + +[Illustration: The dead joke and the funny man--tailpiece] + + + + +{182} + +[Illustration: America's Thanksgiving--headpiece] + + AMERICA'S THANKSGIVING + + 1900 + + Father all bountiful, in mercy bear + With this our universal voice of prayer-- + The voice that needs must be + Upraised in thanks to Thee, + O Father, from Thy children everywhere. + + A multitudinous voice, wherein we fain + Wouldst have Thee hear no lightest sob of pain-- + No murmur of distress, + Nor moan of loneliness, + Nor drip of tears, though soft as summer rain. + +{183} + + And, Father, give us first to comprehend, + No ill can come from Thee; lean Thou and lend + Us clearer sight to see + Our boundless debt to Thee, + Since all Thy deeds are blessings, in the end. + + And let us feel and know that, being Thine, + We are inheritors of hearts divine, + And hands endowed with skill, + And strength to work Thy will, + And fashion to fulfilment Thy design. + + So, let us thank Thee, with all self aside, + Nor any lingering taint of mortal pride; + As here to Thee we dare + Uplift our faltering prayer, + Lend it some fervor of the glorified. + + We thank Thee that our land is loved of Thee + The blessed home of thrift and industry, + With ever-open door + Of welcome to the poor-- + Thy shielding hand o'er all abidingly. + +{184} + + E'en thus we thank Thee for the wrong that grew + Into a right that heroes battled to, + With brothers long estranged, + Once more as brothers ranged + Beneath the red and white and starry blue. + + Ay, thanks--though tremulous the thanks expressed-- + Thanks for the battle at its worst, and best-- + For all the clanging fray + Whose discord dies away + Into a pastoral-song of peace and rest. + + + + +{185} + +[Illustration: Old Indiany--headpiece] + + OLD INDIANY + + INTENDED FOR A DINNER OF THE INDIANA SOCIETY OF CHICAGO + + Old Indiany, 'course we know + Is first, and best, and _most_, also, + Of _all_ the States' whole forty-four:-- + She's first in ever'thing, that's shore!-- + And _best_ in ever'way as yet + Made known to man; and you kin bet + She's _most_, because she won't confess + She ever was, or will be, _less_! + And yet, fer all her proud array + Of sons, how many gits away!-- + +{186} + + No doubt about her bein' _great_, + But, fellers, she's a leaky State! + And them that boasts the most about + Her, them's the ones that's dribbled out. + Law! jes' to think of all you boys + 'Way over here in Illinoise + A-celebratin', like ye air, + Old Indiany, 'way back there + In the dark ages, so to speak, + A-prayin' for ye once a week + And wonderin' what's a-keepin' you + From comin', like you ort to do. + You're all a-lookin' well, and like + You wasn't "sidin' up the pike," + As the tramp-shoemaker said + When "he sacked the boss and shed + The blame town, to hunt fer one + Where they didn't work fer fun!" + Lookin' _extry_ well, I'd say, + Your old home so fur away.-- + +{187} + +[Illustration: But, fellers, she's a leaky State!] + +{189} + + Maybe, though, like the old jour., + Fun hain't all yer workin' fer. + So you've found a job that pays + Better than in them old days + You was on The Weekly Press, + Heppin' run things, more er less; + Er a-learnin' telegraph- + Operatin', with a half- + Notion of the tinner's trade, + Er the dusty man's that laid + Out designs on marble and + Hacked out little lambs by hand, + And chewed finecut as he wrought, + "Shapin' from his bitter thought" + Some squshed mutterings to say,-- + "Yes, hard work, and porer pay!" + Er you'd kind o' thought the far- + Gazin' kuss that owned a car + And took pictures in it, had + Jes' the snap you wanted--bad! + And you even wondered why + He kep' foolin' with his sky- + Light the same on shiny days + As when rainin'. ('T leaked always.) + +{190} + + Wondered what strange things was hid + In there when he shet the door + And smelt like a burnt drug store + Next some orchard-trees, i swan! + With whole roasted apples on! + That's why Ade is, here of late, + Buyin' in the dear old state,-- + So's to cut it up in plots + Of both town and country lots. + +[Illustration: Old Indiany--tailpiece] + + + +***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF FRIENDSHIP*** + + +******* This file should be named 23111.txt or 23111.zip ******* + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/1/1/23111 + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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