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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Petunia blossoms - Ballads and poems - -Author: Dorothea Auguste Gunhilde - -Release Date: July 20, 2022 [eBook #68573] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Charlene Taylor, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The - Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PETUNIA BLOSSOMS *** - - - - [Illustration: photo of the author] - - - - - PETUNIA BLOSSOMS - - Ballads and Poems - - BY - - DOROTHEA AUGUSTE GUNHILDE - - WIFE OF - - WILLIAM F. SCHRAGE - - - COPYRIGHT 1921 - BY - MRS. WILLIAM F. SCHRAGE - KANSAS CITY, MO. - - PUBLISHED BY - THE GATE CITY PRESS - KANSAS CITY, MO. - - - To - My Beloved Husband, - WILLIAM F. SCHRAGE - to whom I dedicate - this book. - - - - -CONTENTS - - -Petunia Blossoms 7 - -A Tribute to Thirty-Second St. 9 - -You Greenhorn 11 - -Baby 13 - -Jack’s Christmas 14 - -Is Marriage a Failure 16 - -A Big Red Apple 19 - -Little Mischiefs 21 - -Christmas in Norway 23 - -Our Flag 26 - -Love is a Blossom 28 - -The Three Bears 30 - -Christmas Eve 32 - -Young Innocence 33 - -Good-By, Daddy 35 - -The Bird of Paradise 36 - -My Faithful Shoes 38 - -Not Big Like Me 41 - -A Fair Young Bride 43 - -Two Little Red Birds 44 - -Coming Home 46 - -Colorado 47 - -Mrs. O’Day 48 - -In Memoriam 49 - -Divorced 50 - -Mother 54 - -Ascension Day 56 - -Your Star 59 - -A Moth 60 - -Lonely 61 - -Playtime 62 - -My Lillian 63 - -Swope Park 64 - -A Letter to a Friend 66 - -Sweet Sixteen 67 - -A Soldier’s Son 68 - -An Old Clock 69 - -A Wedding Anniversary 71 - -Sing 72 - -Kindness 73 - -Roses 74 - -There Is a Time 75 - -Rural Baptizing Years Ago 77 - -Leaving the Old Home 80 - - - - -Petunia Blossoms. - - - Oh, beautiful petunias, how lovely you grow, - Some purple, some crimson and some white as snow; - Your colors are like the rainbow bending o’er, - And your scent comes into my windows and door. - - Your seeds were so tiny, I scarce could conceive, - When you came up profusely, one can hardly believe - That blossoms like these, such wee little mites - Could produce in my garden such wonderful sights. - - When once you are planted when Spring comes around, - Multiplied by hundreds you’d peep through the ground; - Awaiting the heat, the Sun and the rain - In the sweet early summer to grow lovely again. - - You come every year, you make my heart glad - With such beautiful blossoms, how can I be sad? - The humming bird loves you, they come every day - And drink of your nectar, so softly and gay. - - Even the bee gets much of his sweetness from you - In the early morning--your petals with dew, - And hover around you; your blossoms they love, - As you hold up your faces to Heaven above. - - The Autumn is coming, with its wind and cold; - Again down to earth will you enfold, - That in the Spring your strength may return; - For you, lovely petunias, my heart will still yearn. - - - - -A Tribute to Thirty-Second Street. - - - Just south of the heart of this Great Midwest Town, - Is the dearest little street I ever have known; - The homes are kept up with pride and care, - And the lawns with beautiful flowers rare; - Years have been many for some of us here, - On this little street that we all hold so dear. - - Our children were wee things when we came out here, - But now all is changed; some are gone, some are near; - But our children’s children have come to bless; - It’s a gift from Heaven--such love to possess; - Were our children so sweet, so glad and so merry, - With cheeks like rose buds, and lips like the cherry. - - The trees were but saplings, when we came out here, - From the Sun have protected us many a year, - And have grown up so high their branches meet, - And form a cathedral nave over the street; - And the birds in the mornings, their anthems to heav’n raise, - ’Til you would think their throats would burst in their praise. - - This little street lies between Main and McGee, - Out on Thirty-second. Do come, and see. - If I say that I love you, believe me, it’s true, - And so do the neighbors think a great deal of you. - When I have been away and return, then I see - You’re like an old sweetheart welcoming me. - - - - -You Greenhorn. - - - Vacation is over, school opens today; - Pleasures are laid aside, no time for play; - But your happy children, who the language know, - It makes it much easier to school to go. - - When I was a child in the first primer class, - I knew not the language--was a shy little lass; - For we had only a few months before - Arrived in this country from cold Bergen’s shore. - - I remember so well, the first day my ma took me - To school; how I trembled and blushed I still see. - The sweet lady teacher took me by the hand, - And said in a short time I would understand. - - She patted my cheek; oh, how happy was I - To have found a friend--I wanted to cry - For happiness, only the world seemed so cold, - Although I was less than seven years old. - - A boy of my own age, across the aisle, - Ev’ry now and then would look at me and smile; - Then after school, he came to my side; - “You Greenhorn; you Greenhorn,” loudly he cried. - - I ran home like a deer--for I felt such shame, - This, the first day in school, and be called a bad name. - I tip-toed quietly and whispered in mother’s ear, - For I didn’t want little sister such naughty words to hear. - - But after this day, I had never a fear, - For she said little fairies are always near - To protect little children from danger they keep, - Even at night when they are asleep. - - - - -Baby. - - - I’m just a little baby, I pray you let me sleep; - Please let me have my own way, for I don’t want to weep. - I love to lay and stretch, of Heav’n I love to think, - That sunny home I came from; just one more little wink. - - Don’t take me in your arms, and keep on rocking me; - That I should be a good child, no reason I can see; - Don’t sing so loud, my pink ears are tender little things, - But like a little goldfinch a-flopping of its wings. - - Don’t kiss me on my lips, do kiss me on my hair; - And, if you’ll turn my head around you’ll find a bald spot there; - And when folks come to call, then please don’t dress me up - In that long white dress, that’s starched from the bottom up - to the top. - - And use a soft cloth on my face; - It need not be of finest lace. - And don’t come near my nose or eyes, - Dat’s why little folks like me cries; - But lay me tenderly in my crib to rest, - To grow, and coo--I love that best. - - - - -Jack’s Christmas. - - - Santa is coming, now Jack, go to bed; - It’s freezing outdoors, so cover your head. - The wind is howling, the ground is all white, - ’Twill be a real Christmas, it may snow all night. - Poor Santa will come, with a bound and a hop, - For he has great stores in his big Christmas shop. - He has rocking horses, balls and tops galore; - The better the boy, so much the more - Will he get, for Santa loves good boys--none that are bad. - - Dear mamma, I fink I’ve been a good boy, - Yes, precious, you are your mother’s great joy; - So now go to sleep, my darling, my Jack, - I just heard a noise; oh, Santa, go back, - And come in the morning, for sleep he needs more - Than all the fine toys in Santa’s great store; - And she tells of the Christ Child, so humble, so sweet, - That was born in a manger, Hail Thee, we greet. - - In the morning, Jack woke up and rubbed his blue eyes; - I fink this is surely a great big surprise, - I never ’spected a tree, with lights red and blue, - A sled and some mittens, nuts, and candy, too; - I dest love old Santa; but I dreamed I had found - A dear little playmate, wif cheeks red and round, - All bundled up in your old blue shawl, - Without any hair, dest like a big doll; - Wish I could see Santa; oh, please, call him back, - And say he forgot a playmate for Jack. - - - - -Is Marriage a Failure? - - - Marriage is a problem, at least, so I have heard, - I hope you’ll kindly listen, for I, too, have a word; - But it was God’s own making; He ne’er can do a wrong; - He deals with us so gently, we know not He is among - Us when we are merely thinking; His Hand is not far away - To guide us to His wishes; though all seems bright as day. - - Before you take the leap, think carefully and well; - Don’t be in any hurry, it may mean quite a spell. - Then, if you think a partner would to your blessings add, - A home and little children to love and to make glad; - Then make your resolutions, to stand while life shall last, - ’Tis but human to err, forgive all that is past. - - Though times be turbulent at first, forget it with a smile, - And say softly to yourself, ’twill be better after while; - Should either of you argue about a pretty face - At home, all sanctified with love, is wholly out of place. - What care I if the Sun is gray or blue or red, - All desires for argument, for love of you has fled. - - If you are not blest with worldly goods, you may be blest with health, - For this I deem far greater than all your pompous wealth. - Your home should be your palace, if it be great or small, - And have sweet flowers blooming in the spring and in the fall; - A little trelliced nook, with creeping vines around, - Where the heart is ever glad to come, and where true love is found. - - A man loves his home, a smile his path to cheer, - A few sweet spoken words, how easy and how clear; - And little arms a-twining around his great big heart, - To kiss and caress him--this is your happy part. - To love and to be loved, what greater happiness is there, - And all these will be yours, if you’ll see it right and square. - - The days of bleak December, with its hoary white and gray, - A blessed little grandchild, do come with me and play; - To you the name of mother is given from above, - With little arms a-twining, sweet innocents of love. - No, marriage is not a failure. I’m simply here to prove - A home so full of sweetness is sanctified by love. - - But it was God’s own making, He ne’er has done a wrong, - He deals with us so gently, we know not He is among - Us when we’re merely thinking, His hand is not far away - To guide us to His wishes though all is bright as day. - - - - -A Big Red Apple. - - - There is a great big apple in the top of the tree; - Oh, do come down and be sweet to me; - You have hung there so long, and have tempted my taste - And hope that the birds won’t come near you to waste. - - When you were aglow with your blossom so white, - I could see from my window in the dead of the night; - The rose blush began, when snow lay around, - And was mixed with your petals all over the ground. - - Your tree is so full, but none seems more fair, - Than this one that swings in the morning’s pure air; - I have touched the ones I could reach with my arm, - And fear for the storm that is coming to harm. - - So come down, my love, your cheeks are so red; - It’s you that I want, none other instead; - Come to your sweetheart--I’ll wipe off the dust; - Fall down in my lap, for have you I must. - - I believe you are flirting, so high in the air, - The humming bird and butterfly can fly ’round you there. - I don’t want to harm you; believe, me, I could; - I can shake you, and make you, if only I would. - - One day shortly after, I saw on the ground - The apple I had worshipped, with others around; - But none was more fair to my mind, I knew, - And none was more rosy and sweeter than you. - - - - -Little Mischiefs. - - - Grandpa’s darlings see him coming - Up the hill, they come a running, - Till at length they stop to rest; - Then he thinks how he is blest. - Wholesome love such kisses sweet, - What care they whom they may meet, - For doesn’t grandpa always bring - His pockets full of some good thing? - - And a story he can tell, - Of the pussy cat that fell in the well, - And of the children that were lost in the wood, - That ran from their home and never were good. - He can tell of the apple tree that grew so tall, - Laden with fruit, that leaned on the wall; - Then of the circus, oh, happy we, - For we are sure we will everything see. - - And many more things, I tell you, ’tis so-- - For he knows more’n anybody, and ’ats true. - I fink I’ll marry grandpa, he pleases me so fine. - The best ain’t ever good enough for me to dine. - Our own way we can have, when he comes to stay - To look after us and spend the day. - - If our toys lay around on our very best floor, - And we pin pictures up on the walls and the door; - The noise that we make--we jump up and down, - On our beautiful sofa, in our parlor of brown. - He didn’t say one teentsy bit a word, - For he had a nap, and never has heard. - He looks for his glasses--they are on his nose; - Now this is a fine time for me to propose. - But mother came home, not one word did she say, - Except, you have had a good time today. - - When grandpa was gone, we could see by her looks, - Something that’s not often written in books. - We got scared as could be--we hustled around, - To put things back in the place we had found; - Now, mammy, don’t please say one word to dad, - For this was the best day we ever have had; - We wish you’d have grandpa come every day, - Never to leave us, but come here to stay. - We love you and daddy as much as we can, - But we also love grandpa, he’s such a fine man. - - - - -Christmas in Norway. - - - Good Shepherd, I pray Thee, let Santa come - And bring us the things we have asked for so long; - There’s Gerald needs shoes, his old ones are too bad, - And an overcoat, a warm one, for the very best dad; - There’s Peer, need’s a cap, to keep out the cold, - We have looked at one longingly--but it was sold. - And a big bisque doll, for our golden haired sister; - Now please don’t forget us, I pray you, Kind Mister, - And don’t forget mother; now what does she need; - It seems to take all dad can make, us to feed, - To keep out the cold, the snow is so deep; - Amen, Kind Shepherd, I lay me to sleep. - - Santa (Yulenissen) had heard the prayers that he said; - At six Christmas Eve great bundles on the sofa were spread, - First the feasting begins, on roast goose and almond rice, - Even those not as fortunate have everything nice. - Then the candles are lit on the pine tree so bright; - It is indeed a most beautiful sight, - Everyone joins hands and dance ’round the tree, - Singing old songs and laughing--such glee. - Then when the colored lights are burning low - The gifts are distributed with many an Oh! - - Gifts were substantial, for fathers and mothers, - And more than they prayed for these little brothers, - Some skis and some skates, three pairs of glad eyes, - So full of happiness and full of surprise, - And a golden haired doll, with soft eyes of blue, - Its new little mother lisped, prayers do come true. - - This was Christmas Eve in Norway, not a great while ago; - The land of glaciers, ice and snow; - Where reindeers pull Santa over mountains high. - Click, click through the ice covered fjords they fly, - To visit the homes of the Norsemen, so hardy. - They understand, not one minute tardy, - - In furs he is wrapped, from his head to his feet, - To protect him from cold, the sharp wind and the sleet. - Sometimes folks ask Santa to come in and dine, - A warm bowl of soup, or some red sparkling wine. - - The peasants he visits; there is rarely a year - That he ever misses these children so dear. - He loves them because they are human and kind, - And a more honest people, he knows, hard to find; - The unfortunate are the ones he always loves best, - For the rich, he knows, are already blest. - - Should a tourist over the great mountains get lost, - The Norseman is always a genial host; - The great yulelog in the neat fireplace, - Is lighting the bonde’s red, rugged face; - He is rubbing his hands, how cold the weather, - It is time we must go to kirke together; - The bell in the church tower, over the hill, - Is ringing, Peace on Earth, to men good will, - Good Will, - Good Will. - - - - -Our Flag. - - - Father in heaven above, - We offer prayers and love, - For this great land; - Help us to understand - Thy will on ev’ry hand, - This grand and beauteous land - We love so well. - - Our banners float on high, - Far in the eastern sky, - Far in the west; - We thank thee for our clime, - Lovely and grand, sublime; - For men of olden time, - Peaceful at rest. - - Red, white and blue, my pride, - Furl it on every side; - My love for thee - Stand for the right always, - Stand for the truth, we say; - Honored and blessed, we pray, - Lov’d blessed land. - - Our valleys and our hills, - Our land with products fills - Our grateful hearts; - Long may this love abide - With us from side to side. - Red, white and blue, my pride - God bless our land. - - - - -Love Is a Blossom. - - - Love is a blossom that blooms in the heart; - The least little jar, it may fall apart. - - This blossom is blue, like the heavens above, - Truly the world is full of love. - - One naughty word the heart doth sear, - These are the things that one should fear. - - Blossom and glow and bloom and bloom, - The time may come--the years of gloom. - - Mother love can never die, - Her love has little wings that fly. - - The sun by day, the moon by night, - God has created love and light. - - And heat and cold, gentle rains and snow, - That blades of green again may grow. - - Be glad for the day, dear heart of mine, - And the hands that clasp, and eyes that shine. - - There is love in the heart for the birds that fly, - And even a leaf that falls down to die. - - So keep your heart blooming full of love - In thankfulness, to heaven above. - - The dear forget-me-not, modest and blue, - Is the flower that blooms in my heart for you. - - - - -The Three Bears. - - - I’ll tell you a story, children dear, - Of father and mother and baby bear; - They lived on a hill, in the hollow of a tree, - And were as happy as three could well be. - - It was autumn, in beautiful October time, - When nuts and persimmons were in their prime; - The leaves were falling--how well they could hear, - If wicked hunters should happen near. - - One day the baby bear was left alone, - Asleep in his bed, on leaves of brown; - In his little nest, so cozy and warm, - Dreaming of birds that could never harm. - - He woke up suddenly, and screamed aloud, - A rustle in the path--what’s this noise about; - In came old bruin, his eyes wet with tears, - They had lived unmolested for many years. - - He ran for his life, he wanted to do his part, - Old mother bear had been shot, straight through the heart; - He had hurried away, his own life to save, - The bullets flew fast--you horrible knave; - And thought of his baby, alone in his bed, - How could he tell him his mammy bear was dead? - - - - -Christmas Eve. - - - Another Christmas Eve is here - Bringing joy and bringing cheer, - Holly branches and mistletoe bring - And the old songs let us sing - Allelujah! - - Ring the bells in the church towers, - And let happiness be ours; - For on this day a King was born, - Hail, oh, glorious Christmas Morn! - - Let the yule log glow with embers red, - And on your festive tables spread - Peace on earth, good will to men, - Happy day has come again. - - To the old and to the young, - In every land and every tongue, - Let Bethlehem’s Star much gladness bring, - Light of the World, to Thee we sing. - Allelujah! - - - - -Young Innocence. - - - I have a grandma that is really old and gray, - But I don’t care, if she looks that way; - She is always glad as glad can be - When we come to see her, Brother Bill and me. - We live away out in the country you know, - When we get to grandma’s, it’s hungry we grow; - In her pantry there is always something good to eat, - An orange, an apple, perhaps a soft piece of meat - To put between bread, it surely tastes fine; - There can be none better than that grandma of mine. - - Did you have a grandma that would treat you like this? - Always a great big hug, so glad to see you, and a kiss; - But never on my mouth, for she says roses linger there; - Way up on my forehead, think it’s very near my hair. - Then she sits and holds me, while Bill leans on her knee, - And then I’m just as happy as I possibly can be; - Then she says, “Now say your prayers, and to your grandma show - The lines your ma has taught you, and all the verse you know.” - - But somehow, when I said “The Lord my Shepherd is,” - She held me so much closer, cause not one word did I miss; - And Bill, he joined, but often missed a line; - He’s not three years old, yet, but really doing fine. - I’m going to be a big girl, as sure as you’re alive, - When my next birthday comes, then I will be just five, - Then I’m going to wear a long dress and specs, like grandma, too, - And folks will pass and say, Miss Dorothea, how de do. - - I’m going to learn to play and sing and be a lady fine, - ’Cause I will be real careful and study every line. - And then I’ll be too old for dolls, I’ll put them on a chair, - For we have been such good friends, think I should treat them fair; - I’ll be too big for hair bows--oh, dear, what shall I do; - Well, I’ll go down to grandma’s, and settle it with you. - - - - -Good By, Daddy. - - - A scene so sad, so very sad, how can I e’er forget, - They seemed to know each other, whom they had not even met; - The friends of these brave soldiers, in sorrow bent and sore, - For fear these sons have parted, and will never see them more. - - Just one more kiss for daddy, dear sweetheart, don’t be sad, - When I get to camp, dear, you shall daily hear from dad; - Two lovers stood beside the train, good-bye, a last embrace, - A moment later he was gone; the tears streamed down her face. - - And many hearts were aching, and many eyes were dim, - And many prayers were offered; Oh, God, take care of him, - And bring him back in safety, when this great war is o’er, - Then we will be so happy; we will ask for nothing more. - - July 18, 1918--On this day 556 men left Kansas City for various - camps, at the Union Station, Kansas City, Mo. - - - - -The Bird of Paradise. - - - The most beautiful birds live where the climate is warm, - Where breezes blow that can do them no harm; - The bird of paradise, most beautiful of all, - In the month of May entertains with a ball, - To show off their plumage, they dance high up in the trees. - Early in the mornings, when all is at peace. - - It’s the male bird that’s bedecked with plumage fine, - How they love to display and sit in the sunshine; - They are the size of a hawk, with head and neck - Like golden velvet all bedecked; - And the sprays of orange colored feathers long - Sometimes two feet, but not very strong; - On each side of the body, under their wings, - These masses of golden plumage springs. - - The female is not as fortunate as he, - A throat of green and wings of brown has she, - So glossy and soft, full of pride and dignity, - How gracefully they dance, it’s wonderful to see; - And never suspect that the enemy might be near, - To rob them of life--which they, too, hold dear. - - Now would you have naughty hunters to kill - These beautiful birds, your vanity to fill, - To wear on your hat, or to wear in your hair; - Would you be guilty of these happy lives to dispair? - I’m sure you would not, if you really knew, - Yet this little story, believe me, is true. - - - - -My Faithful Shoes. - - - My good old shoes, it’s time that we part, - Although it will nigh break my heart; - You have offended me so, just the other day, - A new home you must find--shall I throw you away? - - ’Twas a short time ago, a friend came to call, - I was out on the lawn, with the children playing ball; - I begged her excuse me, just one little minute, - She said, please don’t dress, fifteen minutes is my limit. - - I was so humiliated, how much I cannot say, - For I had decided this should be your last day; - With a knife I had split you on either side, - When I went to the door, my feet I would hide. - - True, you are full of comfort, we’ve been such good friends, - Even if the heels are down at both ends; - She stayed and she stayed, I didn’t know quite what she said; - For you, old shoes, kept running around in my head. - - Finally she bade me adieu; I went to the back door, - I flung you away, I don’t want you more; - How untidy I looked; I was ready to drop; - I’ll put on the new ones, I bought in the shop. - - And sat down to rest and read a new book, - Oh, how they did hurt, and how cross I did look; - When my husband came home, I was all in tears-- - What’s the matter, you’re older at least, by ten years. - - I had to explain the cause, for nerve I had none, - I believe my heart stood still, I saw only one; - The new ones did not prove good friends, I declare, - After a few hours I looked for you there. - - Down in the garden, did anyone see - Me pick up my shoe, under the old apple tree? - I wiped you off tenderly and put you on; - Oh, where is the other, I fear it is gone. - - To our Collie dog, Bruno, I said, can you tell - Me where my shoe is?--and waited a spell, - Then back he came prancing, in his mouth was my shoe, - I was so glad to see you--none but myself knew. - - I must say to you dears, how I wore you with pride, - The day that we called on the beautiful bride; - And down the aisle, in the church, when the bells rang, - And the choir their heavenly hallelujahs sang. - - When we crossed the Atlantic, Europe to see - The wonders, then truly you were good to me; - For we walked in the mornings, late into the nights, - You gave me much pleasure in seeing the sights. - - But somehow or other, since that terrible day, - That such mortals like me should be made of mere clay; - It near breaks my heart in sorrow to lay, - You away in a corner, a short time to stay. - - There’s nothing like ease, away with your style; - I prefer to laugh, to sing, and to smile; - Old shoes, you’re my friends, you’ve been tried, you are true, - And I hope, for a while, to still stand by you. - - - - -Not Big Like Me. - - - There’s a baby that’s come to our house today, - And I understand he came here to stay; - I’ve prayed for a sister ever so long, - But it’s a brother, with lungs lusty and strong. - - I can’t say that I’m pleased with his pink and red looks, - Although I wanted to show him my books, - He wouldn’t look my way, how hard I would try; - He’d pucker his face up and cry and cry. - - But mammy says he’ll be as big as me - Some day, but somehow I cannot see; - I’m almost a man now, I’m nearly three - On my next birthday in January. - - I thought when I prayed for a sister that I - Would have a playmate, not one that would cry; - And one who’d be out in the garden to play - With me, the whole of the livelong day. - - I guess I must wait till he really grows, - And gets big like me--heaven only knows, - I’ll just call up central, and tell her that we - Have a boy at our house--not big like me. - - And I know she’ll be glad, for I called her up - Sometime ago--I said, please don’t stop, - But telephone to heaven, my number fifty-seven, - To send me a sister to earth from heaven. - - But I can’t understand that I ever was small - Like this little fellow, with cap, gown and all; - I’ll show him my marbles, my hoop and my sled, - And I’ll call him Albert, while you call him Fred. - - - - -A Fair Young Bride. - - - There’s none more beautiful or fair - Than this pure maiden standing there, - In her bridal robes, as light as air, - With orange blossoms in her hair. - - How rich the scarlet of her lips, - Like the glory that the angel sips; - The contour of her lovely face, - Within the folds of priceless lace. - - How glossy the masses of golden hair, - Divinely beautiful at the altar there; - And her wondrous deep brown eyes-- - Surely she hails from Paradise. - - May never heartaches never pain, - Within your home a queen to reign, - With noble thoughts on your brow so fair, - We ask God’s blessings on this pair. - - - - -Two Little Red Birds. - - - There’s a birdie at our window, - Tapping just as if he knew - There were happy little children - Where the wind was blowing through; - And they tapped and kept on tapping. - Did they want to come inside? - Their little wings were flapping, - Open up your window wide. - - And the children were so happy, - Just to see the birds fly in - Under shelter, under safety, - In the snow storm they had been; - And we fed these little birdies - With soft crumbs of whitest bread; - And they ate, these little sturdies, - Tempted them to go to bed. - - In the morning, bright and early, - They were up before daylight; - And they said, peek-peek, to thank us - For the shelter of the night; - Then we tho’t how birds must suffer - In their nest of softest down; - And we looked in a small corner - Laid a little foot so brown. - - And no wonder they were tapping - Tapping at our window pane; - For the cruel wind had frozen - Off its little foot--such pain. - Then we thought how birds must suffer - From the cold and from the snow; - And we built a little bird house - That would keep them warm, we know. - - - - -Coming Home. - - - George is coming home, this letter tells me so, - From the camp so far away--how glad and cold I grow. - I have sat at even’, when the sun was bending o’er - The west; I can see him, still, go through the open door. - - With tears in his eyes, a brave smile upon his face, - I’ll be back to you shortly, by His will and His grace; - And today I’ll begin to look and to hear - If his wandering feet are coming near. - - My heart beats fast, for I hear a sound, - The walk is like his, over the old ground, - And a sound like one whistling--Oh, is it he? - I falter; no, no; it cannot be. - - The days glided by slowly, one by one, - At last she hastens--dear son, my son! - The chair that was vacant, again is filled, - And the heart throbs again are stilled, are stilled. - - - - -Colorado. - - - Great and mighty mountains high, - Piercing boldly through the sky; - With snow patched ridges here and there, - Solemn magnificance everywhere. - - How majestic there you stand, - Your scenery so bold and grand, - Rivulets foaming, through deep ravines, - Throwing out green and silvery sheens. - - Higher and higher up you go, - Where vegetation can never grow; - The snow lies sleeping the year around, - And deep glaciers on its bosom abound. - - Great and mighty mountains high, - Piercing through the deep blue sky; - For palette or brush what need have we; - Look out of your window, a picture you’ll see. - - - - -Mrs. O’Day. - - - Miss Sigrid Hiland went out one day, - And decided to change her name to Mrs. O’Day; - Mr. Minister tied the knot firmly and strong, - For together they must live--we hope very long. - - To housekeeping she set her heart with a vim, - Not to please herself; oh, no, but to please him; - And she is so sweet for this good man to possess, - She is winsome and brave, and will a home bless. - - We wish you all joy that this world can give, - And for many years together, happy will live; - Let His way be your way, don’t vary a bit, - Then your hearts forever will be by holiness lit. - - - - -To My Beloved Parents. - -In Memoriam. - - - On your resting place I spread today - Sweet blossoms on your bed of clay; - Alas, what more here can I do - But pray, dear ones, for both of you. - - The sun is setting in the west, - With glowing colors you are blest; - Thus here I stand, the declining day, - With birds about you still at play. - - At night the stars shine over your bed, - And silvery moonbeams over head, - To guide your souls to heaven above, - Where all is peace, eternal love. - - The meek, weeping willow sings the requiem - To the birds that it shelters at night in their dream, - And the wind wails softly over head, - Sobbing and sighing--they are dead. - - - - -Divorced. - - - My divorce has been granted this very day, - With no one to scold, I can do what I may; - My heart seems to flutter, how happy I feel, - It will take some time this great wound to heal. - - My dear Mrs. Smith, good morning to you, - I have heard about a divorce, is it really true? - Well, I’m awfully sorry, now what can I do - To lessen your burden, for your children and you. - - He seemed so proud of you, when you would go out - In the warm summer evenings, to ride about; - Such love looks he’d give you; now how can this be - To break up a home, I pray you, tell me. - - It was this way, when I married him I didn’t know - How to cook or keep house, not even to sew; - My parents were old--so it fell to me - To help support them--now, do you see? - - I toiled and worked early and late, - And nearly deplored my unfortunate fate. - When I laid them away, I was left alone, - Friends I had few--oh, how I did mourn. - - Then after a year he came into my life, - All was peace and harmony, no thought of strife; - And blessings were added when our children came; - The harder he worked, so anxious for fame. - - Then, after a time, he was so hard to please; - In his presence I scarcely could feel at ease, - For I didn’t do one little thing for him right, - Until I wished he was far out of sight. - - And this thing kept on, it near drove me wild; - I felt so small--just like a wee child; - I resented his words and told him that I - Would not live with him longer--and sooner would die. - - He sneered and he laughed; yes, work for pay - From early till late, the whole blessed day; - I gave you this home, what more can I do; - I have worked and worked for my children and you. - - When I would mention a trip in the summer to go - Just anywhere, I’d say--you need it, you know, - What nonsense he’d say; I’m well as can be; - A vacation for me? Well, that I can’t see. - - Well, that is the way we wrangled, till I - Was so unhappy I wanted to fly; - Perhaps this sounds trivial to you, but to me - It seems as big as the great open sea. - - But I understand, my dear little friend, - That he’s been to call, and some gifts did send; - And the great loads of coal he sent you last week, - Surely you thanked him--some kind word did speak? - - Yes, and he gave me this home; he provided well - For his little family--I can safely tell - We never suffered for a want or a care - When the time came around, it was always there. - - Before I go, do call the children in, - It’s so long since I’ve seen them. Why, Minnie, how thin - You have grown; why, Charlie, how small - And pale you are; do have your doctor call. - - The boy’s fever was high--he calls in his pain, - Oh, papa, dear, papa, come kiss me again. - The door softly opens, a lov’d voice in the hall, - In his arms he clasps her, his best friend, his all. - - Years have passed; yes, truly, they are happy now; - The glad days of youth are gone, somehow, - But on her face a sweet smile is lingering there, - And sweet contentment is found everywhere. - - And Charlie has grown to be straight and tall; - And Min’s little one, the youngest of all, - Lies in his crib, such a sweet little lad - That is watched over happily by grandma and grand-dad. - - - - -Mother. - - - Mother, you nursed me at your breast, - And gave of yourself, your very best; - Your anxiety, care and watchful nights, - When all was still you would turn on the lights - To see I was snugly covered in bed - Long after my little prayers were said. - - When I went to school you would help me so much, - When my lessons were hard--but your soft touch - Would ease it all, for I leaned on your word, - It was always the dearest I ever have heard; - My heart beats fast, when I think how dear - You always were to your children here. - - Truth and obedience was always your aim, - Mother, mother, how fair is your name; - How grateful I am I can scarcely say, - Though you are gone away, far away, - Singing the Miserere, I still see you there, - Rocking your child with tenderest care. - - Mother love is strong, many a sorrow, many a tear; - When all else fails, her love is still there; - And she’ll go to the end of the earth for you. - So noble, so gentle--none kinder and true; - Yes, you were my first friend--why should I not love - To pray for your soul that is called above. - - - - -Ascension Day. - - - We sailed away one fair March day, - From Norway’s shore so far away - To a new land; our hopes were high; - Oh, what have we done; oh, my; oh, my; - Left father and mother and dear friends on shore, - Perhaps never to see them more. - We sailed and sailed many miles over the sea, - And prayed God to protect my children and me. - - The icebergs surrounded our ship one night; - The captain shouted no water in sight, - Like mountains around us, we are here to stay; - It may be a week, it may be a day. - We looked at each other in mute horror and dread, - Should the days go by, who would give us bread? - Nearly three weeks went by, no help in sight, - Each man was willing to do his mite. - - At sunrise the captain called with a shout, - Out of these icebergs, we must get out; - I was up on the mast, I see water ahead; - The sun is high and looks quite red; - Today is Ascension Day, all come, kneel and pray - That we will be out of here before close of day. - Weeping and sobbing they knelt on the floor, - And prayed as they never had prayed before. - - Now, my men, get an ax or a saw, cut the ice; - Make a path for our ship. To work, time flies; - They labored untiringly for hours; ’twas hard work, - It meant much suffering if this work they should shirk, - Then when they were through, all panting and cold; - They were drawn up by ropes into the ship’s hold. - - Now, my men, be steady; shove with all your might; - For, if it’s God’s will, we will be in the light. - The ship moves; what’s creaking; oh, what a roar; - Today it’s life or death; what can be done more; - Mothers clung to their children and clasped them real fast, - For this is a day of days, it may be the last. - The foghorn blows; I trembled with fear - For my little ones and my husband, so dear. - - I hugged them closely to my heart, - We are saved, we are saved, I heard with a start; - Do my ears hear aright; I laugh and I cry, - For I was ready this day to die. - God heard our prayers; ah! can it be - That we are again sailing out on this wide sea? - Such laughing, such shouting, no time to weep; - Only to dance and sing; no time for sleep. - - The dignified and glad captain took a hand in the game, - From hearty congratulations his right arm was lame; - But three hundred souls, with God’s help, he had saved - From the towering bergs and a briny grave. - - * * * * * - -This really happened in April, 1865, in the northern part of the -Atlantic ocean. The ship was an old fashioned sailing vessel and under -ordinary circumstances would have required three to four weeks time from -Bergen, Norway, to Montreal, Canada. - -Passengers were compelled to carry enough bread for their entire -families, to last for the whole trip, which of course, would become hard -and dry. Many icebergs have nearly vertical walls, often more than one -hundred feet. These floating mountains of ice sometimes have very -fantastic shapes. It is not safe for a ship to come near one, and it is -no uncommon thing for an iceberg to suddenly turn upside down. How -things have changed since then! One can go the same distance in about -twelve days. We were seven weeks crossing at that time on account of the -anxious and terrible stay in the icebergs. - -I’m glad to be here in this great land and to tell you this story of my -youth. - - - - -Your Star. - - - How deep and wide the ocean; - No eye its depths hath seen - What secrets there are hidden, - Below the briny green. - - There are numberless living creeping things, - Both great and small, - And mermaids, too, that sweetly sing; - It’s Him that made them all. - - Should you up in the heavens gaze, - Their duplicates you’ll find; - The world is still a closed book, - Each living thing of every kind. - - Yet do we ever think how weak, - How helpless, how small we are; - And as I sit and ponder, - Are we likened to a star? - - - - -A Moth. - - - A moth flew into my room last night, - Where the flame turned all into gorgeous light; - It flew ’round about till it finally came - Too near; for it was a cruel flame - And never stopped till it fell to the floor, - Air seared and misshapen; it hopped to the door - There it lay, breathing its last, - For love of a flame its life was past. - - - - -Lonely. - - - One day Nicodemus lay down and died, - And his good little wifey cried and cried. - A few days after he was laid away - Under the sod--deep down in the clay. - - The days were so long, how lonely was she, - For he died in the autumn; not a green tree; - She took out his clothes and brushed them so neat, - And patched his pants right over the seat. - - Then she called in a neighbor, and opened the door, - And showed her the clothes Nicodemus “had wore; - And his poor old socks she broidered in brown;” - Such a good man was he--they weeping sat down. - - When he was alive, I had so much to do, - The days were so short I never got through; - And when I get lonely, perhaps I have missed - To put on a button or a patch I have kissed. - - - - -Playtime. - - - Old age is the time to watch and pray, - And to prepare for the coming day. - - Your workday is over--rest and be glad, - This is your playtime--do not be sad. - - Your hair is turned from brown to gray, - And the little ringlets softly play. - - And hold a wee dear one close to your heart, - Singing a lullaby--this is your part. - - And see the blue smoke curl over your head - From your golden meerschaum; gladness doth shed. - - And the song of the birds, again spring is here, - Bringing to all the time we hold dear. - - And old recollections your memory doth fill, - Of youth, full of fire--you remember still. - - And the dear ones around you, full of love, - Are preparing the way to Heaven above. - - - - -My Lillian. - - - My lovely, sweet Lillian, with eyes so brown, - And hair like the softest of thistledown; - I clasp you, my darling, close to my heart, - And pray that heaven will never us part. - - My joy you are, truly, I love you so much, - And hope no rude winds will ever you touch; - My child, may God bless you, His tenderest care, - To watch over you gently, my dear one so fair. - - - - -Swope Park. - - - Mother, dear, do let us go - Out to Swope Park; now don’t say no; - We love the green, the flowers, the trees, - The humming birds, the bumble bees. - - The silvery lake, the running stream, - Last night I saw it in my dream; - The sky is bluer, the keen air - Is more invigorating there. - - Oh mother, dear, it is such fun - Out on the grassy slopes to run - The birds sing sweetly in the trees, - And listen to the whispering breeze. - - The frisky rabbits run around - For bits of food that’s to be found - Over land and meadow free - Where sweet blossoms and the bee - - Boldly sucks the honey out, - From flower to flower they fly about. - And the Sun in golden streams - Over more than twelve hundred acres beams. - - And the Zoo, mother, it’s free, - And intended for such as you and me. - At last a basket is filled with a lunch, - Under the waving trees to munch. - So happy, out in God’s pure air, - Is sweet, sweet joy for this dear pair. - - - - -A Letter to a Friend. - - -My Dear Mrs. Gowey: How are you, pray? I can guess you are enjoying the -breeze from the bay, while we are most uncomfortable. Be glad you are -there, in your home in Seattle, where heat need not give you a care. -Daughter is all settled now in her home so neat, with her husband and -her two children sweet. They left for the country a few days ago, and -left me their son to care for, you know. But daughter got lonesome and -wanted her boy. So dad took his hopeful to her with great joy. Nothing -has happened on this dear little street since the day that you left it, -at least nothing great. The same neighbors sit on their porches at -night, trying to find a breeze, perhaps a stray one, real light. I’ll -close now and hope that these lines will fall into the hands of your -dear self and all. We think of you often in your home far away, and hope -you’ll be well and happy; and say, here’s a kiss, and goodby, and hope -you will find the time to write me; now do be kind.--Very cordially -yours, D. - - - - -Sweet Sixteen. - - - I feel quite old today, do you know; - Mother thinks it’s time I should learn to sew. - Then to the dry goods store I went, - Straight to the bargain counter bent. - - Goods for a waist was hard to find, - Just what was suited to my mind. - At last I decided on some cloth of blue - With roses and violets of gorgeous hue. - - Now home I did hasten, to cut it out, - And put my mind on what I was about; - My, but wasn’t it hard to work, to sew and to baste, - My sleeves went in wrong six times in my haste. - - Mother praised my work, for a rest I might go - To a dear little neighbor, who lives just below; - And wasn’t I proud, when she said I looked grand; - That ’twas but a matter of time, I’d be quite a hand. - - - - -A Soldier’s Son. - - - I’m going to be a man, now that father is called away; - I’ll begin to do as he did in our home this very day; - I’m only twelve years old, but I’ll do my very best - To make it happy day by day and give mamma a rest. - - I’ll bring the wood and coal in, when I come home from school, - And go down to the spring and bring the water cool; - I’ll milk the cow, and feed the pigs, as father used to do; - I know he’ll say, when he gets back, “My son, I’m proud of you.” - - Two miles to walk to school ’twill mean an early rise; - Folks seem to say I’m small yet--but work, I don’t despise; - Before Dad went away, he laid his hand upon my head, - “My son, take care of mother, sister Lillian and Fred.” - - I’m glad I have a father, that is so brave and strong, - I’m going to be like him, the time will not be long; - I will not be a slacker, I’ll do all that I can; - It never will be my fault if I don’t grow up a man. - - - - -An Old Clock. - - - I’m an old wooden clock, on the mantel I stand, - Pointing the hours with my slender hand; - Tick-tock I say, all day and all night through, - If you’ll wind me I’ll even waken you; - I never smile, I look always the same, - For I’m caged up in this old wooden frame. - - I keep on going, year in and year out, - For I know just what I am about; - It’s not much time that you give me to wind me, - But that I demand, I’ll not run till you wind me, - For I can be just as still--not a sound - Will escape me until with the key I am wound. - - You must handle me gently, I am easily shaken, - If you don’t I to the clocksmith must be taken; - I’m heavy, even though I’m not very large, - For the larger the clock, the smaller the charge; - And the times are quite hard, at least so they say, - I work for love of you, but folks work for pay. - - My springs are the finest of steel from the north, - From the mountains of Norway I was brought forth; - The fjords of that country for centuries have washed me, - Till I’m the bluest of steel, none better there can be; - How I came out here, I can guess, I suppose, - And I have been faithful, as everyone knows. - - And this wooden frame, from a far away land, - Is from the black forests, so stately and grand, - And carved in old Switzerland, so now you can see - I’m really as costly as I can be; - And, with your consent, on this mantel I’ll stand, - And solemnly point the hours with my slender hand. - - - - -A Wedding Anniversary. - - - ’Twas many years ago, my dear, do you remember? - And how bitter cold it was, the twenty-fourth of December, - When we plighted our troth, for better, for worse, - When I promised to obey--and in sickness to nurse; - When you said yes, I take thee to be my wedded wife, - To have and to hold, for the rest of my life, - To love and to cherish, ’til death us do part; - Today I repeat the same--my old sweetheart. - Sweetheart of my youth, sweetheart you are yet, - And sweetheart from the time when first we met; - Life seems more sweet now, with you by my side; - Even before I was your little bride. - Today I thrice promise, till death us do part, - Till we’re wedded in heaven, sweetheart, dear heart. - - - - -Sing. - - - Sing, you happy children, sing; - It makes you glad for everything. - Sing from morning to the night, - Everything will seem more bright; - And for health there’s nothing better, - Open your lung cells, do not fetter. - If you want to be well and great and strong - When you are older, the world among, - Then sing, just sing, I pray you, sing; - There will be sweet harmony in everything, - Just sing. - - - - -Kindness. - - - Kindness has no value true, - Only a sweet smile will do; - Don’t you think the kindly touch - Of the hand, it don’t seem much. - - Yet it means more than one can tell, - It is a time that is spent well. - Let us not forgetful be, - These little kindnesses to see. - - Teach us purity and love, - Lend thy light from heaven above; - To you, and me, sweet peace divine, - That goodness from our hearts may shine. - - - - -Roses. - - - Roses, roses, dear fair roses, - In your heart sweet scent reposes; - In the morning when the dew - Trickles diamonds down on you. - - Then you lift your head with pride, - You can adorn a fair June bride, - But your life, so short, so fair, - Is dried up by noonday air. - - But others come out by your side, - And open up their petals wide; - Life is but short, so let us throw - Sunshine and roses where we go. - - - - -There Is a Time. - - - Life is so serious, life is so grand, - Just look about on every hand; - - There is heat to make vegetation grow, - When the sun shines out in golden glow. - - Can you make the chrysanthemum bloom in the spring? - No, there is a time and place for everything. - - Does the fruit tree bear when the weather is cold? - It’s the kiss of the sun that makes it unfold. - - In summer to grow, in winter to sleep; - Below glaciers gay colored flowers peep. - - A time to eat, a time to sleep, - A time to laugh, a time to weep. - - The ceaseless tides that ebb and flow; - Their reason and wherefore, dost thou know? - - A time to work, a time to pray, - To ask God’s blessings on the day. - - A time to plant, a time to reap; - At night the stars their vigil keep. - - A time for frost, a time for dew; - These are nature’s changes, always new. - - A picture today, you may love and adore, - In the passing of time, will you care for it more? - - A time to dance, a time to sing, - A time to be glad for everything. - - The song of the wind is singing to you, - Moaning and whistling the whole night through. - - Can we make our destines for weel or for woe? - Are we not created to be just so? - - For good or for evil, is there a hand that guides, - All things are for good, none else besides. - - Plants bend toward the sun to thrive and to grow, - Are the stars reflected in the afterglow? - - There is a time to mate for the birds that fly; - Can we see all with the naked eye? - - This law is as firm as the mountains that stand, - Truly the world “somewhere has a firm hand.” - - There is a time to laugh, a time to sigh; - And there will come a time to lie down and die. - - - - -Rural Baptizing Years Ago. - - - A good and noble friend invited us to come - And bring the family along, to spend the month of June. - We planned and talked trip, both night and day, - Until the time came, we would be on our way. - We packed a basket full of good things to eat - On the train, for the children, was happiness complete. - In the afternoon at four, we reached our destination, - Looking around, there was no one at the station - To meet us with family small. - Was our letter miscarried or lost in the mail? - - A man on a horse came leisurely riding so light; - Can you direct us to the home of Mr. White? - It’s three miles from here--take the road to the right; - And walk we must, there was nothing else in sight. - We arrived there safely, ’twas a small home, but neat, - Nestled away under pine trees so sweet. - There wasn’t a screen on windows or doors, - Not even a mat on any of the floors. - A sturdy farmer, he declared a home to make - For his family; but hard work it would take. - - A church deacon called one cool Friday night, - And said he wanted to have the right - To have a baptizing in the lake next Sunday at eleven, - For their minister had many souls to bring to heaven. - Mr. White said the water in many places was deep, - Especially such and such a place; must open eyes keep; - The place that he mentioned was a very deep hole, - You will have to be careful--I’ll prepare a long pole. - Sunday morning dawned, not a cloud to be seen, - And the weeds all around had been mowed down and clean; - Many wagons drove in full of good people - Who were going to praise God without a church or a steeple. - - Out in the open, a gorgeous blue canopy, and the sun - Was warm and delicious, this day in June. - The minister looked pale, I thought, as he stood there. - The services began, a few words and a prayer; - Then an old man sang out, after giving thanks - With a trill in his voice on Jordan’s stormy banks. - They all joined in and sang this way and that, - And another good friend passed ’round the hat. - The minister held to the pole, and the Good Book, - And began to descend into the water. I shook - From my head to my heels, in every limb, - I was very much troubled in watching him. - The next cautious step he took I let out a yell, - I was nervous true, I’m ashamed to tell; - I heard Farmer White say, only two nights before, - Be very careful, not too far from shore. - - People said this fine minister was mighty brave, - Such a good man of the gospel, these poor souls to save; - The baptizing went on; each one received tender care - By the friends who lived in the neighborhood there. - When the last amen was said, I lifted a prayer - And a deep sigh, for His merciful and tender care. - It was all so simple, out on the green. - To a more solemn service I never have been. - They dined and feasted, the sun went to rest; - Each wended their way to the home they loved best. - - This was the beginning, but it was not the last, - They have built up a church, and many years have passed. - The days glided by, our visit came to an end - Only too soon, we parted our mutual friend; - Then we bade them to remember our latch key was always outside; - Do come and make a visit, and we’ll show you our town, - with much pride. - - - - -Leaving the Old Home. - - - We are leaving the old home that has sheltered us long, - Its walls have recorded many a tear, many a song. - How can I leave you, sweet home, for the new; - We have baeen such good friends, some years, it is true. - I know every corner, from the attic down, - And also the cellar; dear house, painted brown. - - This chair I have sat in, is creaky and old; - I cannot give up, though you offer me gold. - This bureau, and bedstead, is old fashioned, too, - All painted white, with wide panels of blue; - And morning glories entwined, with roses so pink, - With my babes in my arms, sweet memories link. - - In this bed our children first saw light of day, - Where we taught them, Our Father, at even to pray; - I’ll go out tonight and ask Venus, the star, - Fair Queen of the Heavens, will I my happiness mar? - And if she is blinking, I’ll know it means yes, - And will shine in my windows, my new home to bless. - - -Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: - -Some skiis and some skates=> -Some skis and some skates {pg 24} - -Tick-tock I say, all day and and night through=> -Tick-tock I say, all day and all night through {pg 69} - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PETUNIA BLOSSOMS *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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SCHRAGE<br /></p> -</div></div> - -<p class="c"><small>COPYRIGHT 1921<br /> -BY<br /> -MRS. WILLIAM F. SCHRAGE<br /> -KANSAS CITY, MO.<br /><br /><br /> -PUBLISHED BY<br /> -THE GATE CITY PRESS<br /> -KANSAS CITY, MO.</small></p> - -<div class="blk1"> -<p class="c">To<br /> -My Beloved Husband,<br /> -<span class="smcap">W i l l i a m   F. -  S c h r a g e</span><br /> -to whom I dedicate<br /> -this book.</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_5">{5}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#PETUNIA_BLOSSOMS">Petunia Blossoms</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_7">7</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_TRIBUTE_TO_THIRTY-SECOND_STREET">A Tribute to Thirty-Second St.</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#YOU_GREENHORN">You Greenhorn</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_11">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#BABY">Baby</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#JACKS_CHRISTMAS">Jack’s Christmas</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#IS_MARRIAGE_A_FAILURE">Is Marriage a Failure</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_BIG_RED_APPLE">A Big Red Apple</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#LITTLE_MISCHIEFS">Little Mischiefs</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#CHRISTMAS_IN_NORWAY">Christmas in Norway</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#OUR_FLAG">Our Flag</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_26">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#LOVE_IS_A_BLOSSOM">Love is a Blossom</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_THREE_BEARS">The Three Bears</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#CHRISTMAS_EVE">Christmas Eve</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_32">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#YOUNG_INNOCENCE">Young Innocence</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_33">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#GOOD_BY_DADDY">Good-By, Daddy</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THE_BIRD_OF_PARADISE">The Bird of Paradise</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MY_FAITHFUL_SHOES">My Faithful Shoes</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#NOT_BIG_LIKE_ME">Not Big Like Me</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_FAIR_YOUNG_BRIDE">A Fair Young Bride</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#TWO_LITTLE_RED_BIRDS">Two Little Red Birds</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#COMING_HOME">Coming Home</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#COLORADO">Colorado</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MRS_ODAY">Mrs. O’Day</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_48">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#TO_MY_BELOVED_PARENTS">In Memoriam</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_49">49</a> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_6">{6}</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#DIVORCED">Divorced</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_50">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MOTHER">Mother</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#ASCENSION_DAY">Ascension Day</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#YOUR_STAR">Your Star</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_MOTH">A Moth</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#LONELY">Lonely</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#PLAYTIME">Playtime</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_62">62</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#MY_LILLIAN">My Lillian</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_63">63</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#SWOPE_PARK">Swope Park</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_64">64</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_LETTER_TO_A_FRIEND">A Letter to a Friend</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_66">66</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#SWEET_SIXTEEN">Sweet Sixteen</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_67">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_SOLDIERS_SON">A Soldier’s Son</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_68">68</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#AN_OLD_CLOCK">An Old Clock</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_69">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#A_WEDDING_ANNIVERSARY">A Wedding Anniversary</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_71">71</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#SING">Sing</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_72">72</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#KINDNESS">Kindness</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_73">73</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#ROSES">Roses</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_74">74</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#THERE_IS_A_TIME">There Is a Time</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_75">75</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#RURAL_BAPTIZING_YEARS_AGO">Rural Baptizing Years Ago</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_77">77</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="pdd"><a href="#LEAVING_THE_OLD_HOME">Leaving the Old Home</a></td><td class="rtb"><a href="#page_80">80</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_7">{7}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a id="PETUNIA_BLOSSOMS"></a>Petunia Blossoms.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, beautiful petunias, how lovely you grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some purple, some crimson and some white as snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your colors are like the rainbow bending o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your scent comes into my windows and door.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your seeds were so tiny, I scarce could conceive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you came up profusely, one can hardly believe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That blossoms like these, such wee little mites<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could produce in my garden such wonderful sights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When once you are planted when Spring comes around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Multiplied by hundreds you’d peep through the ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awaiting the heat, the Sun and the rain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the sweet early summer to grow lovely again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You come every year, you make my heart glad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such beautiful blossoms, how can I be sad?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humming bird loves you, they come every day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drink of your nectar, so softly and gay.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_8">{8}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Even the bee gets much of his sweetness from you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the early morning—your petals with dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hover around you; your blossoms they love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you hold up your faces to Heaven above.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Autumn is coming, with its wind and cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again down to earth will you enfold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the Spring your strength may return;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you, lovely petunias, my heart will still yearn.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_9">{9}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_TRIBUTE_TO_THIRTY-SECOND_STREET"></a>A Tribute to Thirty-Second Street.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just south of the heart of this Great Midwest Town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the dearest little street I ever have known;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The homes are kept up with pride and care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lawns with beautiful flowers rare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Years have been many for some of us here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this little street that we all hold so dear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our children were wee things when we came out here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now all is changed; some are gone, some are near;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But our children’s children have come to bless;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s a gift from Heaven—such love to possess;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were our children so sweet, so glad and so merry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With cheeks like rose buds, and lips like the cherry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trees were but saplings, when we came out here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Sun have protected us many a year,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And have grown up so high their branches meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And form a cathedral nave over the street;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the birds in the mornings, their anthems to heav’n raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Til you would think their throats would burst in their praise.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_10">{10}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This little street lies between Main and McGee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out on Thirty-second. Do come, and see.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I say that I love you, believe me, it’s true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so do the neighbors think a great deal of you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I have been away and return, then I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’re like an old sweetheart welcoming me.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_11">{11}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="YOU_GREENHORN"></a>You Greenhorn.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vacation is over, school opens today;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasures are laid aside, no time for play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But your happy children, who the language know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It makes it much easier to school to go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I was a child in the first primer class,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew not the language—was a shy little lass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we had only a few months before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arrived in this country from cold Bergen’s shore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I remember so well, the first day my ma took me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To school; how I trembled and blushed I still see.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweet lady teacher took me by the hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said in a short time I would understand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She patted my cheek; oh, how happy was I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have found a friend—I wanted to cry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For happiness, only the world seemed so cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although I was less than seven years old.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_12">{12}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A boy of my own age, across the aisle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev’ry now and then would look at me and smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then after school, he came to my side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You Greenhorn; you Greenhorn,” loudly he cried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ran home like a deer—for I felt such shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This, the first day in school, and be called a bad name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tip-toed quietly and whispered in mother’s ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I didn’t want little sister such naughty words to hear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But after this day, I had never a fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she said little fairies are always near<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To protect little children from danger they keep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even at night when they are asleep.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_13">{13}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="BABY"></a>Baby.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m just a little baby, I pray you let me sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Please let me have my own way, for I don’t want to weep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love to lay and stretch, of Heav’n I love to think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sunny home I came from; just one more little wink.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t take me in your arms, and keep on rocking me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I should be a good child, no reason I can see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t sing so loud, my pink ears are tender little things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But like a little goldfinch a-flopping of its wings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t kiss me on my lips, do kiss me on my hair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if you’ll turn my head around you’ll find a bald spot there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when folks come to call, then please don’t dress me up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that long white dress, that’s starched from the bottom up to the top.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">And use a soft cloth on my face;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">It need not be of finest lace.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And don’t come near my nose or eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Dat’s why little folks like me cries;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">But lay me tenderly in my crib to rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">To grow, and coo—I love that best.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_14">{14}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="JACKS_CHRISTMAS"></a>Jack’s Christmas.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Santa is coming, now Jack, go to bed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s freezing outdoors, so cover your head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind is howling, the ground is all white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twill be a real Christmas, it may snow all night.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Santa will come, with a bound and a hop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he has great stores in his big Christmas shop.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has rocking horses, balls and tops galore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The better the boy, so much the more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will he get, for Santa loves good boys—none that are bad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear mamma, I fink I’ve been a good boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, precious, you are your mother’s great joy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So now go to sleep, my darling, my Jack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I just heard a noise; oh, Santa, go back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And come in the morning, for sleep he needs more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than all the fine toys in Santa’s great store;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she tells of the Christ Child, so humble, so sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was born in a manger, Hail Thee, we greet.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_15">{15}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the morning, Jack woke up and rubbed his blue eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fink this is surely a great big surprise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never ’spected a tree, with lights red and blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sled and some mittens, nuts, and candy, too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dest love old Santa; but I dreamed I had found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dear little playmate, wif cheeks red and round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All bundled up in your old blue shawl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without any hair, dest like a big doll;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wish I could see Santa; oh, please, call him back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say he forgot a playmate for Jack.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_16">{16}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="IS_MARRIAGE_A_FAILURE"></a>Is Marriage a Failure?</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Marriage is a problem, at least, so I have heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hope you’ll kindly listen, for I, too, have a word;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it was God’s own making; He ne’er can do a wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He deals with us so gently, we know not He is among<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Us when we are merely thinking; His Hand is not far away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guide us to His wishes; though all seems bright as day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before you take the leap, think carefully and well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t be in any hurry, it may mean quite a spell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, if you think a partner would to your blessings add,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A home and little children to love and to make glad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then make your resolutions, to stand while life shall last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis but human to err, forgive all that is past.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though times be turbulent at first, forget it with a smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say softly to yourself, ’twill be better after while;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should either of you argue about a pretty face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At home, all sanctified with love, is wholly out of place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What care I if the Sun is gray or blue or red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All desires for argument, for love of you has fled.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_17">{17}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you are not blest with worldly goods, you may be blest with health,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this I deem far greater than all your pompous wealth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your home should be your palace, if it be great or small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And have sweet flowers blooming in the spring and in the fall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little trelliced nook, with creeping vines around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the heart is ever glad to come, and where true love is found.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A man loves his home, a smile his path to cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A few sweet spoken words, how easy and how clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And little arms a-twining around his great big heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To kiss and caress him—this is your happy part.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To love and to be loved, what greater happiness is there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all these will be yours, if you’ll see it right and square.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The days of bleak December, with its hoary white and gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A blessed little grandchild, do come with me and play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you the name of mother is given from above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With little arms a-twining, sweet innocents of love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, marriage is not a failure. I’m simply here to prove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A home so full of sweetness is sanctified by love.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_18">{18}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But it was God’s own making, He ne’er has done a wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He deals with us so gently, we know not He is among<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Us when we’re merely thinking, His hand is not far away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guide us to His wishes though all is bright as day.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_19">{19}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_BIG_RED_APPLE"></a>A Big Red Apple.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a great big apple in the top of the tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, do come down and be sweet to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have hung there so long, and have tempted my taste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hope that the birds won’t come near you to waste.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When you were aglow with your blossom so white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could see from my window in the dead of the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rose blush began, when snow lay around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was mixed with your petals all over the ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your tree is so full, but none seems more fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than this one that swings in the morning’s pure air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have touched the ones I could reach with my arm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fear for the storm that is coming to harm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So come down, my love, your cheeks are so red;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s you that I want, none other instead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come to your sweetheart—I’ll wipe off the dust;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall down in my lap, for have you I must.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_20">{20}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I believe you are flirting, so high in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humming bird and butterfly can fly ’round you there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I don’t want to harm you; believe, me, I could;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can shake you, and make you, if only I would.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One day shortly after, I saw on the ground<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The apple I had worshipped, with others around;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But none was more fair to my mind, I knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none was more rosy and sweeter than you.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_21">{21}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="LITTLE_MISCHIEFS"></a>Little Mischiefs.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grandpa’s darlings see him coming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the hill, they come a running,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till at length they stop to rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then he thinks how he is blest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wholesome love such kisses sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What care they whom they may meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For doesn’t grandpa always bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His pockets full of some good thing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And a story he can tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the pussy cat that fell in the well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the children that were lost in the wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ran from their home and never were good.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He can tell of the apple tree that grew so tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laden with fruit, that leaned on the wall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then of the circus, oh, happy we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we are sure we will everything see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And many more things, I tell you, ’tis so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he knows more’n anybody, and ’ats true.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fink I’ll marry grandpa, he pleases me so fine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best ain’t ever good enough for me to dine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our own way we can have, when he comes to stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look after us and spend the day.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_22">{22}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If our toys lay around on our very best floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we pin pictures up on the walls and the door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noise that we make—we jump up and down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On our beautiful sofa, in our parlor of brown.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He didn’t say one teentsy bit a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he had a nap, and never has heard.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looks for his glasses—they are on his nose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now this is a fine time for me to propose.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mother came home, not one word did she say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except, you have had a good time today.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When grandpa was gone, we could see by her looks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Something that’s not often written in books.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We got scared as could be—we hustled around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To put things back in the place we had found;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, mammy, don’t please say one word to dad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this was the best day we ever have had;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We wish you’d have grandpa come every day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never to leave us, but come here to stay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love you and daddy as much as we can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we also love grandpa, he’s such a fine man.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_23">{23}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="CHRISTMAS_IN_NORWAY"></a>Christmas in Norway.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good Shepherd, I pray Thee, let Santa come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring us the things we have asked for so long;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s Gerald needs shoes, his old ones are too bad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an overcoat, a warm one, for the very best dad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s Peer, need’s a cap, to keep out the cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have looked at one longingly—but it was sold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a big bisque doll, for our golden haired sister;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now please don’t forget us, I pray you, Kind Mister,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And don’t forget mother; now what does she need;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seems to take all dad can make, us to feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep out the cold, the snow is so deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amen, Kind Shepherd, I lay me to sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Santa (Yulenissen) had heard the prayers that he said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At six Christmas Eve great bundles on the sofa were spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First the feasting begins, on roast goose and almond rice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even those not as fortunate have everything nice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the candles are lit on the pine tree so bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is indeed a most beautiful sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everyone joins hands and dance ’round the tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing old songs and laughing—such glee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then when the colored lights are burning low<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gifts are distributed with many an Oh!<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_24">{24}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gifts were substantial, for fathers and mothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more than they prayed for these little brothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some skis and some skates, three pairs of glad eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So full of happiness and full of surprise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a golden haired doll, with soft eyes of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its new little mother lisped, prayers do come true.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This was Christmas Eve in Norway, not a great while ago;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The land of glaciers, ice and snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where reindeers pull Santa over mountains high.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Click, click through the ice covered fjords they fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To visit the homes of the Norsemen, so hardy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They understand, not one minute tardy,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In furs he is wrapped, from his head to his feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To protect him from cold, the sharp wind and the sleet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes folks ask Santa to come in and dine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A warm bowl of soup, or some red sparkling wine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The peasants he visits; there is rarely a year<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he ever misses these children so dear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He loves them because they are human and kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a more honest people, he knows, hard to find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The unfortunate are the ones he always loves best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the rich, he knows, are already blest.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_25">{25}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Should a tourist over the great mountains get lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Norseman is always a genial host;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great yulelog in the neat fireplace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is lighting the bonde’s red, rugged face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is rubbing his hands, how cold the weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is time we must go to kirke together;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bell in the church tower, over the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is ringing, Peace on Earth, to men good will,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Good Will,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Good Will.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_26">{26}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="OUR_FLAG"></a>Our Flag.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Father in heaven above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We offer prayers and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this great land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Help us to understand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy will on ev’ry hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This grand and beauteous land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love so well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our banners float on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the eastern sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the west;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We thank thee for our clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lovely and grand, sublime;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For men of olden time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peaceful at rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Red, white and blue, my pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Furl it on every side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love for thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand for the right always,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand for the truth, we say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honored and blessed, we pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lov’d blessed land.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_27">{27}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our valleys and our hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our land with products fills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our grateful hearts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long may this love abide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With us from side to side.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red, white and blue, my pride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God bless our land.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_28">{28}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="LOVE_IS_A_BLOSSOM"></a>Love Is a Blossom.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Love is a blossom that blooms in the heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The least little jar, it may fall apart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This blossom is blue, like the heavens above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Truly the world is full of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One naughty word the heart doth sear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the things that one should fear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blossom and glow and bloom and bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time may come—the years of gloom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother love can never die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her love has little wings that fly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun by day, the moon by night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God has created love and light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And heat and cold, gentle rains and snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That blades of green again may grow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Be glad for the day, dear heart of mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the hands that clasp, and eyes that shine.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_29">{29}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is love in the heart for the birds that fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even a leaf that falls down to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So keep your heart blooming full of love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thankfulness, to heaven above.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dear forget-me-not, modest and blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the flower that blooms in my heart for you.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_30">{30}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="THE_THREE_BEARS"></a>The Three Bears.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll tell you a story, children dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of father and mother and baby bear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They lived on a hill, in the hollow of a tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were as happy as three could well be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was autumn, in beautiful October time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When nuts and persimmons were in their prime;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The leaves were falling—how well they could hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If wicked hunters should happen near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One day the baby bear was left alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Asleep in his bed, on leaves of brown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his little nest, so cozy and warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreaming of birds that could never harm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He woke up suddenly, and screamed aloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rustle in the path—what’s this noise about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In came old bruin, his eyes wet with tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They had lived unmolested for many years.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_31">{31}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He ran for his life, he wanted to do his part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old mother bear had been shot, straight through the heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had hurried away, his own life to save,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bullets flew fast—you horrible knave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thought of his baby, alone in his bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could he tell him his mammy bear was dead?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_32">{32}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="CHRISTMAS_EVE"></a>Christmas Eve.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Another Christmas Eve is here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bringing joy and bringing cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holly branches and mistletoe bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the old songs let us sing<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Allelujah!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ring the bells in the church towers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let happiness be ours;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For on this day a King was born,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail, oh, glorious Christmas Morn!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let the yule log glow with embers red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on your festive tables spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace on earth, good will to men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy day has come again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the old and to the young,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every land and every tongue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let Bethlehem’s Star much gladness bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light of the World, to Thee we sing.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Allelujah!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_33">{33}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="YOUNG_INNOCENCE"></a>Young Innocence.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have a grandma that is really old and gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I don’t care, if she looks that way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is always glad as glad can be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we come to see her, Brother Bill and me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We live away out in the country you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we get to grandma’s, it’s hungry we grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her pantry there is always something good to eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An orange, an apple, perhaps a soft piece of meat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To put between bread, it surely tastes fine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There can be none better than that grandma of mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Did you have a grandma that would treat you like this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Always a great big hug, so glad to see you, and a kiss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never on my mouth, for she says roses linger there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Way up on my forehead, think it’s very near my hair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then she sits and holds me, while Bill leans on her knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I’m just as happy as I possibly can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then she says, “Now say your prayers, and to your grandma show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lines your ma has taught you, and all the verse you know.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_34">{34}</a></span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But somehow, when I said “The Lord my Shepherd is,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She held me so much closer, cause not one word did I miss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Bill, he joined, but often missed a line;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s not three years old, yet, but really doing fine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m going to be a big girl, as sure as you’re alive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When my next birthday comes, then I will be just five,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then I’m going to wear a long dress and specs, like grandma, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And folks will pass and say, Miss Dorothea, how de do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m going to learn to play and sing and be a lady fine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Cause I will be real careful and study every line.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I’ll be too old for dolls, I’ll put them on a chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we have been such good friends, think I should treat them fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll be too big for hair bows—oh, dear, what shall I do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well, I’ll go down to grandma’s, and settle it with you.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_35">{35}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="GOOD_BY_DADDY"></a>Good-By, Daddy.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A scene so sad, so very sad, how can I e’er forget,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They seemed to know each other, whom they had not even met;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The friends of these brave soldiers, in sorrow bent and sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear these sons have parted, and will never see them more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just one more kiss for daddy, dear sweetheart, don’t be sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I get to camp, dear, you shall daily hear from dad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two lovers stood beside the train, good-bye, a last embrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moment later he was gone; the tears streamed down her face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And many hearts were aching, and many eyes were dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many prayers were offered; Oh, God, take care of him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring him back in safety, when this great war is o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we will be so happy; we will ask for nothing more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">July 18, 1918—On this day 556 men left Kansas City for various<br /></span> -<span class="i0">camps, at the Union Station, Kansas City, Mo.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_36">{36}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="THE_BIRD_OF_PARADISE"></a>The Bird of Paradise.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The most beautiful birds live where the climate is warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where breezes blow that can do them no harm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bird of paradise, most beautiful of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the month of May entertains with a ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To show off their plumage, they dance high up in the trees.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Early in the mornings, when all is at peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It’s the male bird that’s bedecked with plumage fine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they love to display and sit in the sunshine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are the size of a hawk, with head and neck<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like golden velvet all bedecked;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sprays of orange colored feathers long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes two feet, but not very strong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On each side of the body, under their wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These masses of golden plumage springs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The female is not as fortunate as he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A throat of green and wings of brown has she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So glossy and soft, full of pride and dignity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How gracefully they dance, it’s wonderful to see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never suspect that the enemy might be near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rob them of life—which they, too, hold dear.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_37">{37}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now would you have naughty hunters to kill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These beautiful birds, your vanity to fill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wear on your hat, or to wear in your hair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would you be guilty of these happy lives to dispair?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m sure you would not, if you really knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet this little story, believe me, is true.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_38">{38}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="MY_FAITHFUL_SHOES"></a>My Faithful Shoes.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My good old shoes, it’s time that we part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although it will nigh break my heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have offended me so, just the other day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A new home you must find—shall I throw you away?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas a short time ago, a friend came to call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was out on the lawn, with the children playing ball;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I begged her excuse me, just one little minute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She said, please don’t dress, fifteen minutes is my limit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I was so humiliated, how much I cannot say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I had decided this should be your last day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a knife I had split you on either side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I went to the door, my feet I would hide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True, you are full of comfort, we’ve been such good friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even if the heels are down at both ends;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She stayed and she stayed, I didn’t know quite what she said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you, old shoes, kept running around in my head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Finally she bade me adieu; I went to the back door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I flung you away, I don’t want you more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How untidy I looked; I was ready to drop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll put on the new ones, I bought in the shop.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_39">{39}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And sat down to rest and read a new book,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, how they did hurt, and how cross I did look;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When my husband came home, I was all in tears—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What’s the matter, you’re older at least, by ten years.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I had to explain the cause, for nerve I had none,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I believe my heart stood still, I saw only one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The new ones did not prove good friends, I declare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After a few hours I looked for you there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Down in the garden, did anyone see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me pick up my shoe, under the old apple tree?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wiped you off tenderly and put you on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, where is the other, I fear it is gone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To our Collie dog, Bruno, I said, can you tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me where my shoe is?—and waited a spell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then back he came prancing, in his mouth was my shoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was so glad to see you—none but myself knew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I must say to you dears, how I wore you with pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day that we called on the beautiful bride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And down the aisle, in the church, when the bells rang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the choir their heavenly hallelujahs sang.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_40">{40}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When we crossed the Atlantic, Europe to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wonders, then truly you were good to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we walked in the mornings, late into the nights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You gave me much pleasure in seeing the sights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But somehow or other, since that terrible day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That such mortals like me should be made of mere clay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It near breaks my heart in sorrow to lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You away in a corner, a short time to stay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s nothing like ease, away with your style;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I prefer to laugh, to sing, and to smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old shoes, you’re my friends, you’ve been tried, you are true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I hope, for a while, to still stand by you.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_41">{41}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="NOT_BIG_LIKE_ME"></a>Not Big Like Me.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s a baby that’s come to our house today,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I understand he came here to stay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve prayed for a sister ever so long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it’s a brother, with lungs lusty and strong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I can’t say that I’m pleased with his pink and red looks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although I wanted to show him my books,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wouldn’t look my way, how hard I would try;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’d pucker his face up and cry and cry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But mammy says he’ll be as big as me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some day, but somehow I cannot see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m almost a man now, I’m nearly three<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On my next birthday in January.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I thought when I prayed for a sister that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have a playmate, not one that would cry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one who’d be out in the garden to play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With me, the whole of the livelong day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I guess I must wait till he really grows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gets big like me—heaven only knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll just call up central, and tell her that we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have a boy at our house—not big like me.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_42">{42}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I know she’ll be glad, for I called her up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometime ago—I said, please don’t stop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But telephone to heaven, my number fifty-seven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To send me a sister to earth from heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I can’t understand that I ever was small<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like this little fellow, with cap, gown and all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll show him my marbles, my hoop and my sled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’ll call him Albert, while you call him Fred.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_43">{43}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_FAIR_YOUNG_BRIDE"></a>A Fair Young Bride.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s none more beautiful or fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than this pure maiden standing there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her bridal robes, as light as air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With orange blossoms in her hair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How rich the scarlet of her lips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the glory that the angel sips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The contour of her lovely face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the folds of priceless lace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How glossy the masses of golden hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divinely beautiful at the altar there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her wondrous deep brown eyes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surely she hails from Paradise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May never heartaches never pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within your home a queen to reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With noble thoughts on your brow so fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We ask God’s blessings on this pair.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_44">{44}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="TWO_LITTLE_RED_BIRDS"></a>Two Little Red Birds.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s a birdie at our window,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tapping just as if he knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were happy little children<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the wind was blowing through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they tapped and kept on tapping.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did they want to come inside?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their little wings were flapping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Open up your window wide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the children were so happy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just to see the birds fly in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under shelter, under safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the snow storm they had been;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we fed these little birdies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With soft crumbs of whitest bread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they ate, these little sturdies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tempted them to go to bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the morning, bright and early,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were up before daylight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they said, peek-peek, to thank us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the shelter of the night;<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_45">{45}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we tho’t how birds must suffer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their nest of softest down;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we looked in a small corner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laid a little foot so brown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And no wonder they were tapping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tapping at our window pane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the cruel wind had frozen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Off its little foot—such pain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we thought how birds must suffer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the cold and from the snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we built a little bird house<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That would keep them warm, we know.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_46">{46}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="COMING_HOME"></a>Coming Home.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">George is coming home, this letter tells me so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the camp so far away—how glad and cold I grow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have sat at even’, when the sun was bending o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The west; I can see him, still, go through the open door.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With tears in his eyes, a brave smile upon his face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll be back to you shortly, by His will and His grace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And today I’ll begin to look and to hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If his wandering feet are coming near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart beats fast, for I hear a sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The walk is like his, over the old ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a sound like one whistling—Oh, is it he?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I falter; no, no; it cannot be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The days glided by slowly, one by one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last she hastens—dear son, my son!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chair that was vacant, again is filled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heart throbs again are stilled, are stilled.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_47">{47}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="COLORADO"></a>Colorado.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great and mighty mountains high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Piercing boldly through the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With snow patched ridges here and there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Solemn magnificance everywhere.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How majestic there you stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your scenery so bold and grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rivulets foaming, through deep ravines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throwing out green and silvery sheens.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Higher and higher up you go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where vegetation can never grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snow lies sleeping the year around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deep glaciers on its bosom abound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great and mighty mountains high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Piercing through the deep blue sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For palette or brush what need have we;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look out of your window, a picture you’ll see.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_48">{48}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="MRS_ODAY"></a>Mrs. O’Day.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Miss Sigrid Hiland went out one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And decided to change her name to Mrs. O’Day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mr. Minister tied the knot firmly and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For together they must live—we hope very long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To housekeeping she set her heart with a vim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to please herself; oh, no, but to please him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she is so sweet for this good man to possess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is winsome and brave, and will a home bless.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We wish you all joy that this world can give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for many years together, happy will live;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let His way be your way, don’t vary a bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then your hearts forever will be by holiness lit.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_49">{49}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="TO_MY_BELOVED_PARENTS"></a>To My Beloved Parents.<br /> -<small>In Memoriam.</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On your resting place I spread today<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet blossoms on your bed of clay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, what more here can I do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pray, dear ones, for both of you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun is setting in the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With glowing colors you are blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus here I stand, the declining day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With birds about you still at play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At night the stars shine over your bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silvery moonbeams over head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guide your souls to heaven above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all is peace, eternal love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The meek, weeping willow sings the requiem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the birds that it shelters at night in their dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind wails softly over head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sobbing and sighing—they are dead.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_50">{50}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="DIVORCED"></a>Divorced.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My divorce has been granted this very day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With no one to scold, I can do what I may;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart seems to flutter, how happy I feel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will take some time this great wound to heal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My dear Mrs. Smith, good morning to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have heard about a divorce, is it really true?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well, I’m awfully sorry, now what can I do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lessen your burden, for your children and you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He seemed so proud of you, when you would go out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the warm summer evenings, to ride about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such love looks he’d give you; now how can this be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To break up a home, I pray you, tell me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was this way, when I married him I didn’t know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to cook or keep house, not even to sew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My parents were old—so it fell to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To help support them—now, do you see?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I toiled and worked early and late,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nearly deplored my unfortunate fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I laid them away, I was left alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friends I had few—oh, how I did mourn.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_51">{51}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then after a year he came into my life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All was peace and harmony, no thought of strife;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blessings were added when our children came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The harder he worked, so anxious for fame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then, after a time, he was so hard to please;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his presence I scarcely could feel at ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I didn’t do one little thing for him right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until I wished he was far out of sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And this thing kept on, it near drove me wild;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt so small—just like a wee child;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I resented his words and told him that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not live with him longer—and sooner would die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He sneered and he laughed; yes, work for pay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From early till late, the whole blessed day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I gave you this home, what more can I do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have worked and worked for my children and you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I would mention a trip in the summer to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just anywhere, I’d say—you need it, you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What nonsense he’d say; I’m well as can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A vacation for me? Well, that I can’t see.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_52">{52}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well, that is the way we wrangled, till I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was so unhappy I wanted to fly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps this sounds trivial to you, but to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seems as big as the great open sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I understand, my dear little friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he’s been to call, and some gifts did send;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the great loads of coal he sent you last week,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surely you thanked him—some kind word did speak?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, and he gave me this home; he provided well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his little family—I can safely tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We never suffered for a want or a care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the time came around, it was always there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before I go, do call the children in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s so long since I’ve seen them. Why, Minnie, how thin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have grown; why, Charlie, how small<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pale you are; do have your doctor call.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The boy’s fever was high—he calls in his pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, papa, dear, papa, come kiss me again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The door softly opens, a lov’d voice in the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his arms he clasps her, his best friend, his all.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_53">{53}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Years have passed; yes, truly, they are happy now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glad days of youth are gone, somehow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But on her face a sweet smile is lingering there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweet contentment is found everywhere.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Charlie has grown to be straight and tall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Min’s little one, the youngest of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies in his crib, such a sweet little lad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is watched over happily by grandma and grand-dad.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_54">{54}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="MOTHER"></a>Mother.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother, you nursed me at your breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave of yourself, your very best;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your anxiety, care and watchful nights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all was still you would turn on the lights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see I was snugly covered in bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long after my little prayers were said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I went to school you would help me so much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When my lessons were hard—but your soft touch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would ease it all, for I leaned on your word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was always the dearest I ever have heard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart beats fast, when I think how dear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You always were to your children here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Truth and obedience was always your aim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother, mother, how fair is your name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How grateful I am I can scarcely say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though you are gone away, far away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing the Miserere, I still see you there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rocking your child with tenderest care.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_55">{55}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother love is strong, many a sorrow, many a tear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all else fails, her love is still there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she’ll go to the end of the earth for you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So noble, so gentle—none kinder and true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, you were my first friend—why should I not love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pray for your soul that is called above.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_56">{56}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="ASCENSION_DAY"></a>Ascension Day.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We sailed away one fair March day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Norway’s shore so far away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a new land; our hopes were high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, what have we done; oh, my; oh, my;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left father and mother and dear friends on shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps never to see them more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sailed and sailed many miles over the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prayed God to protect my children and me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The icebergs surrounded our ship one night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The captain shouted no water in sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like mountains around us, we are here to stay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be a week, it may be a day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We looked at each other in mute horror and dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should the days go by, who would give us bread?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nearly three weeks went by, no help in sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each man was willing to do his mite.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At sunrise the captain called with a shout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of these icebergs, we must get out;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was up on the mast, I see water ahead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun is high and looks quite red;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Today is Ascension Day, all come, kneel and pray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we will be out of here before close of day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weeping and sobbing they knelt on the floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prayed as they never had prayed before.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_57">{57}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, my men, get an ax or a saw, cut the ice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make a path for our ship. To work, time flies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They labored untiringly for hours; ’twas hard work,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It meant much suffering if this work they should shirk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then when they were through, all panting and cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were drawn up by ropes into the ship’s hold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, my men, be steady; shove with all your might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, if it’s God’s will, we will be in the light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ship moves; what’s creaking; oh, what a roar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Today it’s life or death; what can be done more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mothers clung to their children and clasped them real fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this is a day of days, it may be the last.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foghorn blows; I trembled with fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my little ones and my husband, so dear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I hugged them closely to my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are saved, we are saved, I heard with a start;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do my ears hear aright; I laugh and I cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I was ready this day to die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God heard our prayers; ah! can it be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we are again sailing out on this wide sea?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such laughing, such shouting, no time to weep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only to dance and sing; no time for sleep.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_58">{58}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dignified and glad captain took a hand in the game,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From hearty congratulations his right arm was lame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But three hundred souls, with God’s help, he had saved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the towering bergs and a briny grave.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> - -<p>This really happened in April, 1865, in the northern part of the -Atlantic ocean. The ship was an old fashioned sailing vessel and under -ordinary circumstances would have required three to four weeks time from -Bergen, Norway, to Montreal, Canada.</p> - -<p>Passengers were compelled to carry enough bread for their entire -families, to last for the whole trip, which of course, would become hard -and dry. Many icebergs have nearly vertical walls, often more than one -hundred feet. These floating mountains of ice sometimes have very -fantastic shapes. It is not safe for a ship to come near one, and it is -no uncommon thing for an iceberg to suddenly turn upside down. How -things have changed since then! One can go the same distance in about -twelve days. We were seven weeks crossing at that time on account of the -anxious and terrible stay in the icebergs.</p> - -<p>I’m glad to be here in this great land and to tell you this story of my -youth.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_59">{59}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a id="YOUR_STAR"></a>Your Star.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How deep and wide the ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">No eye its depths hath seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What secrets there are hidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Below the briny green.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are numberless living creeping things,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Both great and small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mermaids, too, that sweetly sing;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">It’s Him that made them all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Should you up in the heavens gaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Their duplicates you’ll find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world is still a closed book,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Each living thing of every kind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet do we ever think how weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">How helpless, how small we are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I sit and ponder,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Are we likened to a star?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_60">{60}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_MOTH"></a>A Moth.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A moth flew into my room last night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the flame turned all into gorgeous light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It flew ’round about till it finally came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too near; for it was a cruel flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never stopped till it fell to the floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Air seared and misshapen; it hopped to the door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There it lay, breathing its last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For love of a flame its life was past.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_61">{61}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="LONELY"></a>Lonely.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One day Nicodemus lay down and died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his good little wifey cried and cried.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A few days after he was laid away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the sod—deep down in the clay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The days were so long, how lonely was she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he died in the autumn; not a green tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She took out his clothes and brushed them so neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And patched his pants right over the seat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then she called in a neighbor, and opened the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And showed her the clothes Nicodemus “had wore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his poor old socks she broidered in brown;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a good man was he—they weeping sat down.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he was alive, I had so much to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The days were so short I never got through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I get lonely, perhaps I have missed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To put on a button or a patch I have kissed.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_62">{62}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="PLAYTIME"></a>Playtime.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old age is the time to watch and pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to prepare for the coming day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your workday is over—rest and be glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is your playtime—do not be sad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your hair is turned from brown to gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the little ringlets softly play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And hold a wee dear one close to your heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing a lullaby—this is your part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And see the blue smoke curl over your head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From your golden meerschaum; gladness doth shed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the song of the birds, again spring is here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bringing to all the time we hold dear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And old recollections your memory doth fill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of youth, full of fire—you remember still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the dear ones around you, full of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are preparing the way to Heaven above.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_63">{63}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="MY_LILLIAN"></a>My Lillian.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My lovely, sweet Lillian, with eyes so brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hair like the softest of thistledown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I clasp you, my darling, close to my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pray that heaven will never us part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My joy you are, truly, I love you so much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hope no rude winds will ever you touch;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My child, may God bless you, His tenderest care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To watch over you gently, my dear one so fair.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_64">{64}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="SWOPE_PARK"></a>Swope Park.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother, dear, do let us go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out to Swope Park; now don’t say no;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love the green, the flowers, the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humming birds, the bumble bees.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The silvery lake, the running stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Last night I saw it in my dream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky is bluer, the keen air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is more invigorating there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh mother, dear, it is such fun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out on the grassy slopes to run<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds sing sweetly in the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And listen to the whispering breeze.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The frisky rabbits run around<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For bits of food that’s to be found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over land and meadow free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sweet blossoms and the bee<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Boldly sucks the honey out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From flower to flower they fly about.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Sun in golden streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over more than twelve hundred acres beams.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_65">{65}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Zoo, mother, it’s free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And intended for such as you and me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last a basket is filled with a lunch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the waving trees to munch.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So happy, out in God’s pure air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sweet, sweet joy for this dear pair.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_66">{66}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_LETTER_TO_A_FRIEND"></a>A Letter to a Friend.</h2> - -<p>My Dear Mrs. Gowey: How are you, pray? I can guess you are enjoying the -breeze from the bay, while we are most uncomfortable. Be glad you are -there, in your home in Seattle, where heat need not give you a care. -Daughter is all settled now in her home so neat, with her husband and -her two children sweet. They left for the country a few days ago, and -left me their son to care for, you know. But daughter got lonesome and -wanted her boy. So dad took his hopeful to her with great joy. Nothing -has happened on this dear little street since the day that you left it, -at least nothing great. The same neighbors sit on their porches at -night, trying to find a breeze, perhaps a stray one, real light. I’ll -close now and hope that these lines will fall into the hands of your -dear self and all. We think of you often in your home far away, and hope -you’ll be well and happy; and say, here’s a kiss, and goodby, and hope -you will find the time to write me; now do be kind.—Very cordially -yours, D.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_67">{67}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a id="SWEET_SIXTEEN"></a>Sweet Sixteen.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I feel quite old today, do you know;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother thinks it’s time I should learn to sew.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then to the dry goods store I went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Straight to the bargain counter bent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Goods for a waist was hard to find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just what was suited to my mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last I decided on some cloth of blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With roses and violets of gorgeous hue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now home I did hasten, to cut it out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put my mind on what I was about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My, but wasn’t it hard to work, to sew and to baste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sleeves went in wrong six times in my haste.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother praised my work, for a rest I might go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a dear little neighbor, who lives just below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wasn’t I proud, when she said I looked grand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ’twas but a matter of time, I’d be quite a hand.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_68">{68}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_SOLDIERS_SON"></a>A Soldier’s Son.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m going to be a man, now that father is called away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll begin to do as he did in our home this very day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m only twelve years old, but I’ll do my very best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make it happy day by day and give mamma a rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll bring the wood and coal in, when I come home from school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And go down to the spring and bring the water cool;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll milk the cow, and feed the pigs, as father used to do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know he’ll say, when he gets back, “My son, I’m proud of you.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two miles to walk to school ’twill mean an early rise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Folks seem to say I’m small yet—but work, I don’t despise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before Dad went away, he laid his hand upon my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My son, take care of mother, sister Lillian and Fred.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m glad I have a father, that is so brave and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m going to be like him, the time will not be long;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not be a slacker, I’ll do all that I can;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It never will be my fault if I don’t grow up a man.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_69">{69}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="AN_OLD_CLOCK"></a>An Old Clock.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m an old wooden clock, on the mantel I stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pointing the hours with my slender hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tick-tock I say, all day and all night through,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you’ll wind me I’ll even waken you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never smile, I look always the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I’m caged up in this old wooden frame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I keep on going, year in and year out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I know just what I am about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s not much time that you give me to wind me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that I demand, I’ll not run till you wind me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I can be just as still—not a sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will escape me until with the key I am wound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You must handle me gently, I am easily shaken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you don’t I to the clocksmith must be taken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m heavy, even though I’m not very large,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the larger the clock, the smaller the charge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the times are quite hard, at least so they say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I work for love of you, but folks work for pay.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_70">{70}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My springs are the finest of steel from the north,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the mountains of Norway I was brought forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fjords of that country for centuries have washed me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I’m the bluest of steel, none better there can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How I came out here, I can guess, I suppose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have been faithful, as everyone knows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And this wooden frame, from a far away land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is from the black forests, so stately and grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carved in old Switzerland, so now you can see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m really as costly as I can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, with your consent, on this mantel I’ll stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And solemnly point the hours with my slender hand.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_71">{71}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="A_WEDDING_ANNIVERSARY"></a>A Wedding Anniversary.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas many years ago, my dear, do you remember?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how bitter cold it was, the twenty-fourth of December,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we plighted our troth, for better, for worse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I promised to obey—and in sickness to nurse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you said yes, I take thee to be my wedded wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have and to hold, for the rest of my life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To love and to cherish, ’til death us do part;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Today I repeat the same—my old sweetheart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetheart of my youth, sweetheart you are yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweetheart from the time when first we met;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life seems more sweet now, with you by my side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even before I was your little bride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Today I thrice promise, till death us do part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till we’re wedded in heaven, sweetheart, dear heart.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_72">{72}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="SING"></a>Sing.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing, you happy children, sing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It makes you glad for everything.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing from morning to the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everything will seem more bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for health there’s nothing better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Open your lung cells, do not fetter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you want to be well and great and strong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you are older, the world among,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then sing, just sing, I pray you, sing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There will be sweet harmony in everything,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Just sing.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_73">{73}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="KINDNESS"></a>Kindness.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kindness has no value true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a sweet smile will do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t you think the kindly touch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the hand, it don’t seem much.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet it means more than one can tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is a time that is spent well.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us not forgetful be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These little kindnesses to see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Teach us purity and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lend thy light from heaven above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you, and me, sweet peace divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That goodness from our hearts may shine.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_74">{74}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="ROSES"></a>Roses.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Roses, roses, dear fair roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your heart sweet scent reposes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the morning when the dew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trickles diamonds down on you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then you lift your head with pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can adorn a fair June bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But your life, so short, so fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is dried up by noonday air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But others come out by your side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And open up their petals wide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life is but short, so let us throw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunshine and roses where we go.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_75">{75}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="THERE_IS_A_TIME"></a>There Is a Time.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Life is so serious, life is so grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just look about on every hand;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is heat to make vegetation grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the sun shines out in golden glow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Can you make the chrysanthemum bloom in the spring?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, there is a time and place for everything.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Does the fruit tree bear when the weather is cold?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s the kiss of the sun that makes it unfold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In summer to grow, in winter to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Below glaciers gay colored flowers peep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A time to eat, a time to sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A time to laugh, a time to weep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ceaseless tides that ebb and flow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their reason and wherefore, dost thou know?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A time to work, a time to pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ask God’s blessings on the day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A time to plant, a time to reap;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At night the stars their vigil keep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A time for frost, a time for dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are nature’s changes, always new.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_76">{76}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A picture today, you may love and adore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the passing of time, will you care for it more?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A time to dance, a time to sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A time to be glad for everything.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The song of the wind is singing to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moaning and whistling the whole night through.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Can we make our destines for weel or for woe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are we not created to be just so?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For good or for evil, is there a hand that guides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All things are for good, none else besides.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Plants bend toward the sun to thrive and to grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the stars reflected in the afterglow?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a time to mate for the birds that fly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can we see all with the naked eye?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This law is as firm as the mountains that stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Truly the world “somewhere has a firm hand.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a time to laugh, a time to sigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there will come a time to lie down and die.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_77">{77}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="RURAL_BAPTIZING_YEARS_AGO"></a>Rural Baptizing Years Ago.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A good and noble friend invited us to come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring the family along, to spend the month of June.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We planned and talked trip, both night and day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the time came, we would be on our way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We packed a basket full of good things to eat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the train, for the children, was happiness complete.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the afternoon at four, we reached our destination,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking around, there was no one at the station<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet us with family small.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was our letter miscarried or lost in the mail?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A man on a horse came leisurely riding so light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can you direct us to the home of Mr. White?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s three miles from here—take the road to the right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And walk we must, there was nothing else in sight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We arrived there safely, ’twas a small home, but neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nestled away under pine trees so sweet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There wasn’t a screen on windows or doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not even a mat on any of the floors.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sturdy farmer, he declared a home to make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his family; but hard work it would take.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_78">{78}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A church deacon called one cool Friday night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said he wanted to have the right<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have a baptizing in the lake next Sunday at eleven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their minister had many souls to bring to heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mr. White said the water in many places was deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Especially such and such a place; must open eyes keep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The place that he mentioned was a very deep hole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You will have to be careful—I’ll prepare a long pole.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunday morning dawned, not a cloud to be seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the weeds all around had been mowed down and clean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many wagons drove in full of good people<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who were going to praise God without a church or a steeple.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Out in the open, a gorgeous blue canopy, and the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was warm and delicious, this day in June.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The minister looked pale, I thought, as he stood there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The services began, a few words and a prayer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then an old man sang out, after giving thanks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a trill in his voice on Jordan’s stormy banks.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They all joined in and sang this way and that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And another good friend passed ’round the hat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The minister held to the pole, and the Good Book,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And began to descend into the water. I shook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my head to my heels, in every limb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was very much troubled in watching him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The next cautious step he took I let out a yell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was nervous true, I’m ashamed to tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard Farmer White say, only two nights before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be very careful, not too far from shore.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_79">{79}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">People said this fine minister was mighty brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a good man of the gospel, these poor souls to save;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The baptizing went on; each one received tender care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the friends who lived in the neighborhood there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the last amen was said, I lifted a prayer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a deep sigh, for His merciful and tender care.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was all so simple, out on the green.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a more solemn service I never have been.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They dined and feasted, the sun went to rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each wended their way to the home they loved best.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This was the beginning, but it was not the last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have built up a church, and many years have passed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The days glided by, our visit came to an end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only too soon, we parted our mutual friend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we bade them to remember our latch key was always outside;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do come and make a visit, and we’ll show you our town, with much pride.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_80">{80}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a id="LEAVING_THE_OLD_HOME"></a>Leaving the Old Home.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We are leaving the old home that has sheltered us long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its walls have recorded many a tear, many a song.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How can I leave you, sweet home, for the new;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have baeen such good friends, some years, it is true.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know every corner, from the attic down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And also the cellar; dear house, painted brown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This chair I have sat in, is creaky and old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot give up, though you offer me gold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This bureau, and bedstead, is old fashioned, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All painted white, with wide panels of blue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And morning glories entwined, with roses so pink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my babes in my arms, sweet memories link.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this bed our children first saw light of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where we taught them, Our Father, at even to pray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll go out tonight and ask Venus, the star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair Queen of the Heavens, will I my happiness mar?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if she is blinking, I’ll know it means yes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will shine in my windows, my new home to bless.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a id="transcrib"></a></p> - -<table style="padding:2%;border:3px dotted gray;"> -<tr><th class="c">Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:</th></tr> -<tr><td> -<p>Some skiis and some skates=> -Some skis and some skates {pg 24}</p> - -<p>Tick-tock I say, all day and and night through=> -Tick-tock I say, all day and all night through {pg 69}</p> -</td></tr> -</table> - -<hr class="full" /> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PETUNIA BLOSSOMS ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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