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Children 's 
 Rhymes and Verses 
 
 By 
 
 Retta Lawrence De Lany 
 
LIBRARY of CONGRESS 
 Two Copies Received 
 
 DEC 26 1908 
 
 Copyrignt Entry 
 
 CLASS O. XXc, Ho, 
 
 CbPY 'ss. 
 
 
 Copyright. igo8, by Retta Lawrence De Lany 
 
This little book 
 
 is affectionately dedicated to my daughters 
 
 Anna and Hortense 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Promise . . . . . . . .10 
 
 The Wren's Nest II 
 
 Aunt Peggie ........ 12 
 
 Father and Little Glen 14 
 
 The Lawn Fete ........ 14 
 
 The Attic 15 
 
 Rhymes of the Presidents ...... 16 
 
 Snow Birds ........ 18 
 
 The Busy Housewife ....... 18 
 
 The Sweet Pea and the Bee ..... 19 
 
 McKinley and the Carnation . . . . .20 
 
 A Vacation ........ 21 
 
 The Wild Rose 22 
 
 A Porch Party in the Country .... 23 
 
 The Most Beautiful Spot .25 
 
 Cold November Day ...... 26 
 
 Christian Duty ........ 27 
 
 Pity the Poor 28 
 
 Rainy Christmas Eve ....... 29 
 
 Nellie and Her Doll 30 
 
 In Memory of a Sister . . . . . .31 
 
 How to Live ........ 32 
 
 Memories of Childhood ...... 32 
 
 Little Ruth Kohler 34 
 
 Sleep ......... 35 
 
 Prayer for a Christian Worker .... 35 
 
 Catching a Train ....... 36 
 
 A Merry Christmas to Jack .... 37 
 
 To the Memory of Mrs. McKinley . . . .37 
 
 Andrew Carnegie ....... 39 
 
 The Campaign ........ 39 
 
CJiildren's Rhymes and Verses 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Stray Cat 40 
 
 Vice-President Fairbanks . . . . . . 40 [ 
 
 Frost on the Windows ...... 41 
 
 Morning-glory .... .... 42 
 
 A Rose 42 
 
 I Remember . . . . . . . .43 
 
 Family Verses ....... 45 
 
 To the Author 47 
 
 Holiday Shopping ....... 47 
 
 Don . 47 
 
 The City of the Dead 48 
 
 Jack Will Sing 49 
 
 Roses in the Garden ...... 49 
 
 Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining . . . .50 
 
 The Back Yard 51 
 
 Autumn . . . . . . . . .51 
 
 My Baby 52 
 
 Lambs of the Fold ....... 53 
 
 A Daily Prayer 53 
 
 A Nutting Party 54 
 
 The Beautiful Allegheny ..... 56 
 
 Glen and I ........ 57 
 
 Grumbling Husband ...... 57 
 
 The Merry Widow Hat 58 
 
 Cottage Prayer-meeting ..... 58 
 
 The Board Fence . . . . . .59 
 
 The Welcome Rain ...... 60 
 
 Friends to the Bermudas ...... 60 
 
 Christmas Presents ...... 61 
 
 The Chafing Dish 61 
 
 Apple-tree ........ 62 
 
 The Dream . .... 63 
 
 Girls and Boys ....... 64 
 
An oculist I went to see 
 If blind I was to be. 
 
 Go home, take heed, 
 Take care of your eyes, do not even read. 
 An education you would have a part, 
 But be blind, and a broken heart. 
 
 The Jluthor 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 
 
 These first few verses will tell the reader when 
 many of them were written. 
 
 From my bed I arise 
 
 Long before the sun is in the skies. 
 
 Sleep, robin and wren. 
 
 That a few verses I mav pen. 
 
 The birds awake to soar 
 
 While many sleep and snore, 
 
 And now I am up again 
 
 That something 1 may do with my pen. 
 
 Dear Heavenly Father, of this I never tire. 
 O Father, help me, if it is Thy desire, 
 That I may write while others sleep, 
 That a promise I may keep. 
 
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 The Promise 
 
 As I passed from the old church 
 
 I saw a picture of the new, 
 With a swelling heart, 
 
 And asked what I could do — 
 For in its building I must have a part. 
 
 In the midst of the night 
 
 I asked God for the light 
 
 A few verses I might compose 
 While others' eyes in sleep do close. 
 
 For God this promise I made 
 
 With His help the new church I would aid. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 11 
 
 The Wren's Nest 
 
 Two little wrens built their nest 
 In the sprinkling can, away from the rest, 
 Which hung on the apple-tree limb 
 Away where no other birdie had ever been. 
 
 How the children did beg 
 To see the dear little blue egg; 
 There were one, two, three, four 
 Hid away in birdie's little store. 
 
 And one other day 
 
 Mother bird flew away ; 
 
 For the little birdies were in need 
 
 Of something good to feed. 
 
 The old gray cat so sly 
 
 Watched the nest so hieh, 
 
 And, oh my ! she did sigh 
 
 For she thought, what a good pie. 
 
 The mother bird brought them food 
 And it tasted so good. 
 So the little birds used their wines 
 And flew away and like other birds : sings. 
 
 And now we hear their song 
 For it is all the day long. 
 I wish we could all happy be 
 As the dear little song birds we see. 
 
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 Aunt Peggie 
 
 Dear old Aunt " Peggie " who lived out the lane. 
 How we loved to go there, and go there again ; 
 She lived in the dear old log house. 
 Everything so peaceful and quiet as a mouse. 
 
 Her floors so clean and white as a bone. 
 Aunt Peggie had no child; she lived all alone 
 With beautiful flowers and old-fashioned hollyhock 
 As they grew along the garden walk. 
 
 The old orchard with peach and plum, 
 For we always knew we would get some. 
 She loved us children, and we knew it well, 
 Sometimes so lonely she used to tell. 
 
 From us she lived about a mile ; 
 1 remember her white cap and how she used to smile, 
 And the spring where the honeysuckles grew 
 And of the violets so blue. 
 
 The old shed and high garden paling 
 Along where the hop vine was trailing. 
 In the field the elderberry 
 And along the path the tall wild-cherry. 
 
 I remember the old garden gate, 
 
 There, for her we used to wait ; 
 
 And how we used to beg 
 
 To the barn to go and hunt the hen's tgg. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 13 
 
 The winding stream ; it seemed so new. 
 Along where the wild crab-apple grew, 
 And the old beehive. 
 And the dinner bell she rang at five. 
 
 The rose-bushes where we used to peek 
 
 And play hide-and-go-seek. 
 
 Aunt Peggie — who always asked Him to guide 
 
 As she read the Bible with the candle at her side. 
 
 In the fence corners where we used to walk 
 
 And gather raspberries and fill the timothy stalk; 
 
 Her faithful dog, she called Rover, 
 
 How he ran with us in the field of clover. 
 
 When we watched the swarm of the bee 
 As they alighted on the limb of a large tree; 
 The noise we made, them to confuse. 
 For the bees she did not wish to lose. 
 
 She rode the old white horse all alone, 
 And went to the church we call the Stone. 
 Left a widow when a bride, 
 Left alone in the world so wide. 
 
 In sickness or sorrow, no matter where, 
 Dear Aunt Peggie was always there. 
 How loving and tender and mild, 
 To cheer and comfort she ahvavs smiled ! 
 
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 For each one, love in her breast. 
 
 Many years she has gone to her haven of rest. 
 
 Of her life I love to tell. 
 
 Would that we could live half so well. 
 
 Father and Little Glen 
 
 In the meadow where they raked the hay, 
 And oh ! it was such a funny way ; 
 It went humpety, humpety bump, 
 And then a great big pile like a stum]). 
 
 First, to sow and then to reap, 
 
 And pile it up in a great big heap, 
 
 And then it *s hauled into a great mow 
 
 For winter feed for the sheep, horse and cow. 
 
 The Lawn Fete 
 
 It was held late in the afternoon 
 Of one sweet day in the month of June. 
 With Japanese lanterns in a neighboring lot. 
 Where gathered the aged, the youth and the tot. 
 
 Six ladies I was to take, 
 
 And those that did not bake, 
 
 For them, I was asked to call, 
 
 Some were very large and some very small. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 15 
 
 ( )f my ro^cs I gave each a bouquet, 
 
 And all the party looked happy and very gay. 
 
 We walked and talked on our way 
 
 And enjoyed the beautiful summer daw 
 
 It was called the Rambler's Brigade, 
 For the new Methodist church we wished to aid. 
 Everything was cheery, bright and clean 
 Where we ate strawberries, cake and ice cream. 
 
 The Attic 
 
 Manx a story the attic has told, 
 
 \<> matter how old, how old. 
 With windows a foot square. 
 Without light and not a breath of air. 
 
 With the old wooden bed, 
 
 ! wished it was iron instead; 
 
 The ceiling five feet high, 
 
 The head of the bed was very near by. 
 
 In one corner stood the old spinning-wheel, 
 
 In the other the old wooden reel, 
 
 And there were the feathers of the peacock's tail, 
 
 And the old fiddle that hung on the nail. 
 
 And the stand, eight by ten, 
 
 Large enough to hold the ink and pen ; 
 
 The looking-glass hung so high, 
 
 And was large enough to see one eye. 
 
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 The pictures that hung on the wall, 
 Some were large and some very small ; 
 Some were landscapes with snow. 
 But were not the best of Michelangelo. 
 
 Of the stories the attic has told 
 
 Some are very warm and some very cold. 
 
 And now, before the daily toil is begun. 
 
 I sit, this beautiful morn, and watch the rising sun. 
 
 Many a genius has burnt the midnight oil 
 Over some problems, have to toil. 
 It matters not where we study or why. 
 Just so ourselves we apply. 
 
 Rhymes of the Presidents 
 
 Note — A newspaper clipping, excepting the last four lines. 
 
 First stands the lofty Washington, 
 That noble, ereat, immortal one. 
 
 The elder Adams next we see. 
 
 And Jefferson makes the number three. 
 
 Then Madison is fourth, you know. 
 The fifth on the list is Monroe. 
 
 The sixth and Adams comes again. 
 With Jackson seven in the train. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 17 
 
 Van Iiuren eight falls into line, 
 
 And Harrison makes the number nine. 
 
 The tenth is Tyler as we turn, 
 And Polk eleven as we learn. 
 
 The twelfth is Taylor in rotation, 
 Fillmore thirteenth in succession. 
 
 Fourteenth Pierce has been selected, 
 Buchanan fifteenth is elected. 
 
 As sixteenth Lincoln rules the nation, 
 As Johnston seventeenth fills his station. 
 
 The eighteenth then is Grant, you know, 
 And nineteenth Hayes from Ohio. 
 
 Then comes another liuckeye son, 
 Garfield, the loved and martyred one. 
 
 Whose term was filled by Arthur through, 
 When Cleveland comes as twenty-two. 
 
 Then Harrison as twenty-third. 
 When Cleveland again is heard. 
 
 As twenty-fifth McKinley great, 
 Who, too, shared the martyr's fate. 
 
 And though the deepest grief is felt, 
 We hail the gallant Roosevelt. 
 
 And now without fear of graft, 
 Comes the honorable William H. Taft. 
 
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 Snow Birds 
 
 The little snowbirds, how they sing ; 
 They don't care if we never have spring. 
 They will hop to the door 
 And ask for a crumb or more. 
 
 The crumbs that fall on the floor. 
 If you will just throw out of the door. 
 The birds you will feed without cost, 
 Out in the snow and frost. 
 
 The Busy Housewife 
 
 How busy, how busy we be, 
 Washing, ironing and cleaning to see ; 
 Not much time for pleasure or song, 
 But must think as we go along. 
 
 Monday the laundress is here ; 
 She does so many things queer. 
 The grocer-man orders to take, 
 And the starch she will make. 
 
 Tuesday she will iron until noon. 
 And sometimes goes home too soon. 
 The door-bell will ring, 
 Bundles and packages they '11 bring. 
 
 Wednesday will water flowers and many a chore, 
 And patch the clothes that are tore ; 
 And the stockings she will darn, 
 And sometimes run out of yarn. 
 
Children's Rhymes a nil Verses 19 
 
 Thursday the day she will take 
 Something needy to make ; 
 When she gets ready to try on, 
 The day is almost gone. 
 
 Friday she will clean and dust, 
 For she feels that she must. 
 The week is now nearly gone 
 And the work is never done. 
 
 Saturday, pies and cakes to make, 
 And good home-made bread to bake. 
 Now her work is not all done, 
 Before another week has begun. 
 
 Sunday, much the best, 
 God gave to His children for rest. 
 Ask His blessings through the week, 
 Then let us holy the Sabbath keep. 
 
 The Sweet Pea and the Bee 
 
 The beautiful bed of sweet peas 
 
 In the warm sunny days are covered with bees 
 
 The honey they suck and store away 
 
 In remembrance of the wintry cold dav. 
 
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 The bee, it has to work and save ; 
 
 It hardly seems right to make it our slave. 
 
 For in the honey so sweet 
 
 The bees and flowers we love to greet. 
 
 The beautiful sweet peas hid the old post, 
 The late passer-by might think it a ghost ; 
 But in the morn, all covered with dew, 
 Will give it the glorious red, white and blue. 
 
 McKinley and the Carnation 
 
 William McKinley, the noble President of our land, 
 For every one a word, a smile, a shake of the hand ; 
 By an assassin's hand he was laid low 
 And passed the way we must all go. 
 
 January twenty-ninth, his birthday, 
 Please wear the carnation, remember in this way ; 
 For the carnation, in life, he loved to wear. 
 Kindly wear the flower and show that we care. 
 
 To the youth of the land — 
 
 Reverence for the home and golden band. 
 
 A noble example he taught. 
 
 In the wars of the nation he fought. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 21 
 
 McKinley, how he loved his home ; 
 
 To his wife and nation, like him, there is none. 
 
 He has gone to his God with many scores 
 
 And his loved ones he has met on the other shores. 
 
 A Vacation 
 
 For a few days' rest I chose a farm, 
 Where I could be alone and listen to no yarn, 
 From work and worry and tribulation 
 With myself and nature for a few hours of medi- 
 tation. 
 
 Away from the city with its noise and dust, 
 Among the quiet country folks whom one can trust, 
 From fashion and flurry where they wear their best, 
 Far out in the beautiful country where I can rest. 
 
 To watch the harvesters their wheat to reap, 
 
 And gaze from a distant hill over some silent grave 
 
 the willows weep, 
 And think of the long, long past 
 And know a few hours' quietness had come at last. 
 
 The green pasture fields where ewe and lamb graze, 
 For all the beauty may heaven have praise ! 
 The earth, how they plow and harrow, 
 As I watch the making of the nest of the wild 
 sparrow. 
 
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 And listen to the tapping of the woodpeck ; 
 How diligently ; for something to eat it does expect. 
 This was along the path where grew the buttercup, 
 And there was the wild bee its honey to sup. 
 
 Away in the woods and wheat-fields and corn, 
 Reminds me of the old home where I was born ; 
 Where I can listen to the singing of the bird and 
 
 the cackle of the hen, 
 That a few verses I may pen. 
 
 The Wild Rose 
 
 In the fence corners of the meadow way 
 I gathered the wild rose one June day. 
 
 How beautiful and fair. 
 I wondered how alone it grew 
 And only by chance revealed to view. 
 
 Its delicate tint of pink, 
 
 With heart of gold, 
 
 With richest perfume sweetly unfold, 
 
 Mingled with the fragrance of the sweet clover hay, 
 
 As I gathered the wild rose that June day. 
 
 W T hen plucked from its hiding place. 
 
 By hands so pitiless, 
 It sometimes dies and withers its face. 
 Then come sweet memories of the old home 
 And how in childhood we used to roam. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 23 
 
 A Porch Party in the Country 
 
 It was a late September day, the sky deep blue, 
 The air warm, with all nature so beautiful and true. 
 
 To a porch party and a day in the country we went. 
 Everybody happy and what a glorious time we spent. 
 
 It was the farm of Mr. Hunt; 
 
 Of fruit and good things he did not stint. 
 
 Out in the orchard of apple, plum and pear, 
 Where we roamed here and there. 
 
 Mrs. Smith, I am sure, was quite proud, 
 As she happily led the merry crowd. 
 
 Next comes Mrs. McFarland ; 
 
 She wore a hat which was a perfect garland. 
 
 Mrs. Gillingham, you ought her to behold ; 
 Her arms filled with fruit all yellow as gold. 
 
 Mrs. DeLany broke a limb and hung on her arm, 
 Then asked Mr. Hunt if she had done any harm. 
 
 We returned to the house, it was time to serve lunch, 
 Where we ate the cake and drank the punch. 
 
 Mrs. Yauliey — she refused a plate; 
 
 I think because so many plums she ate. 
 
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 Mrs. Higgie, who is so very small, 
 Passed through the crowd selling tickets for a game 
 of baseball. 
 
 Mrs. Mutton, who resides on Forest Hill, 
 With little Maybell, who never is still. 
 
 I met little Mrs. Hiatt; 
 
 I wish you knew her, she is not very quiet. 
 
 We must not miss Mrs. Vond ; 
 
 They say of some people she is very fond. 
 
 Reverend Stroup was not there ; 
 I suspect he did not have the fare. 
 
 Mrs. Adicot, in their buggy, tried to take a load, 
 And was caught in the middle of the road. 
 
 Coming home, Mrs. Borges walked a mile to save 
 
 a nickel, 
 And missed the car and was in a dreadful pickle. 
 
 With basket filled, Mrs. Carlyle 
 Had to stand in the car aisle. 
 
 All, with handsome Mrs. Leet, 
 
 Thanked our hostess, for it was a great treat. 
 
Children's Rhymes <nttl Verses 25 
 
 The Most Beautiful Spot 
 
 I shall never forget one morning in fnne, 
 As I wandered through the woods and evergreen; 
 The winding brook, that clear flowing stream, 
 With nature'^ beauties and wonderful scenes. 
 
 The birds of every tune, 
 
 As the_\' sing morning, night and noon. 
 The lark as it soars the cloudless sky. 
 And of the squirrel as it flits near by. 
 
 The little rabbit, how it will take fright, 
 When of yon it gets a sight. 
 At eve, how beautiful, quiet and still. 
 Far away in the distant tree-top the song of the 
 whippoorwill. 
 
 In the dark shade, just a ray of sunlight, 
 I sit and listen to the ever happy bob-white. 
 And the rippling brook where the clear waters flow, 
 Where the watercress and the tiger lilies grow. 
 
 The golden wheat, and the bine grass 
 
 Along the lane, many times do I pass. 
 
 The dew drops the flowers to wet, 
 
 Oh, of this beautiful spot I shall never forget. 
 
 Xote — Written on the Howard Harris farm, near Salem, 
 Columbiana County, Ohio, June 28, 1908. 
 
26 Children's Bhijmes and Verses 
 
 Cold November Day 
 
 The cold November, so dark, so dreary ; 
 It snows and sleets, it never seems weary. 
 The vine with its leaves all dead, 
 Along the frosty ground will spread. 
 
 But in the old vine comes the new. 
 
 For cold November days are very few. 
 
 We must not grumble or pine, 
 
 For the clouds will pass and the sun will shine. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 27 
 
 Christian Duty 
 
 A Christian spirit dwelleth in love. 
 
 Strong, with the lion's vigor, and pitying as a dove. 
 
 It is not enough that we, with sorrow, sigh 
 
 That they must plead before we reply, 
 
 That we in sympathy feel 
 
 Who hear a sorrow without a wish to heal. 
 
 And those who suffer with pain or woe 
 
 But that the Christian loves to go. 
 
 Will not be asked nor made to plead, 
 
 But seeks her duty, may prevent the need. 
 
 Our Christian duty at all times apply 
 
 And give relief to the poor and sick, those who die. 
 
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 Pity the Poor 
 
 A poor woman came to my door, weary and worn. 
 Her garments all tattered and torn. 
 As I looked into her pale thin face 
 I could see once beauty and grace. 
 
 " I am selling some articles of ware." 
 
 To refuse her I could not dare. 
 
 I could see at one glance 
 
 She could help herself if I gave her a chance. 
 
 Oft a lesson we may learn. 
 
 To judge not, neither to spurn. 
 
 May we help and pity those that come to our door, 
 
 For we know not the trials of the poor. 
 
 Each one has some burden to bear, 
 It may be those we think have no care. 
 It may be in the mansion, riches untold, 
 They may have burdens they cannot unfold. 
 
 May we be patient our own burdens to bear, 
 For no matter when or where, 
 Burdens will come, light or small, 
 For they will surely come to us all. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 29 
 
 With coffers filled with silver and gold, 
 
 Or in yonder hovel, a brother, a sister — hungry 
 
 and cold. 
 Or a mother, weary of tread, 
 And battling to buy her children bread. 
 
 I said, "Is not your load heavy of weight?" 
 
 For she traveled with a slow gait. 
 
 She said, with a smile, " I asked the Lord to make 
 
 it light. 
 For 1 am feeble and poor of sight." 
 
 With many it is a world of worry and toil, 
 While others their hands do not soil. 
 I low hard some work and try to please, 
 While others have all the comforts and ease. 
 
 Rainy Christmas Eve 
 
 The Christmas presents came to the door, 
 
 While the rain it did pour ; 
 
 We told them we did know 
 
 In the morning there would be snow. 
 
 Many a Christmas I have seen ; 
 They say this will be green. 
 Rut I was right, 
 For in the morning it was white. 
 
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 Nellie and Her Doll 
 
 Xellie's dolly with her big blue eyes. 
 
 Oh, why is it that mamma's dolly so cries ; 
 
 Dollies are always good 
 
 If you don't give them too much food. 
 
 I tried to feed dolly milk, and, look here, 
 It ran down clear into her ear. 
 Then I tried to give her some bread, 
 And then her eyes rolled up into her head. 
 
 Now, Dolly, you sit and look out the door. 
 
 But the wind blew her down on the floor ; 
 
 My, oh my, Dolly, you must not take cold. 
 
 You must keep wrapped up and do as you 're told. 
 
 Now, Dolly, with your dear blue eyes, 
 You must look up at the cloudy skies. 
 But you must not go out of the door, 
 For it may rain and pour. 
 
 Little Dolly, you must do as you 're told. 
 
 Then your little mamma will never have to scold, 
 
 But sometimes dollies don't do 
 
 What their little mammas want them to. 
 
 The dear little yellow curls 
 
 Sometimes get into snarls. 
 
 And then mamma has a great time, 
 
 And the little head is not combed until nine. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 31 
 
 It 's always best to do as mammas say, 
 And then we arc always so happy and gay. 
 When eight you must go upstairs 
 To bed and say you,- prayers. 
 
 Now, little Dolly, look at the moon, 
 For you must go to bed very soon, 
 And you must not cry in the night 
 1 1 your little mamma is not in sight. 
 
 For she, too. is going to sleep. 
 
 And not one word you must peep, 
 
 For mamma needs her rest, 
 
 Like all mammas, they know what is best. 
 
 Good night, with a kiss, Dolly dear, 
 In the morning I will be right here, 
 And out in the yard and warm sun, 
 Won't we have lots of fun? 
 
 In Memory of a Sister 
 
 She applied herself to the mightiest test, 
 But to give her all the honors 
 They did not think best. 
 
 She toiled over her pictures; 
 
 She labored by night and by day. 
 
 All blind to her talents, we had nothing to say. 
 
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 She lived, loved and suffered, 
 
 She passed through the valley of grief, 
 
 And in her labor was her only relief. 
 
 Her lover, who sickened and died, 
 The whole world was dreary and cold, 
 And only in her art she applied. 
 
 Then only one short year 
 
 She toiled and tried to forget her grief. 
 
 She, too, was carried away in a bier. 
 
 But God in His wisdom knows best. 
 And then the gifted one 
 Was laid awav to rest. 
 
 How to Live 
 
 Let each one so live 
 
 That an account he will not fear to give, 
 
 And show our Christian cast, 
 
 And live each dav as it were the last. 
 
 Memories of Childhood 
 
 I wandered along the beautiful winding path. 
 It brought me back many, many years ; 
 The fresh green fields, the wheat and corn, 
 And the little old house where I was born. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 33 
 
 The cowslip and bluebell by the way, 
 The sweet perfume of the new-mown hay. 
 It was eve time when toils all cease, 
 And the birds' good-night song seemed to say, peace, 
 sweet peace. 
 
 The buttercup and wild daisies, I am fond, 
 As they grow around the old frog pond. 
 I was happy to be alone 
 To think of childhood and the old home. 
 
 The little old log house. 
 
 As it stood in the shadow of the wild-cherry tree, 
 
 Where were the singing of the birds 
 
 And the humming of the honey-bee. 
 
 The familiar scenes I remember so well, 
 
 And the sound of the distant cow-bell. 
 
 The woodland with its evergreen, 
 
 And the dear old place I remember I had seen. 
 
 The old orchard of apple-trees, 
 
 Where suck the honey-bees ; 
 
 With nature all crowned with beauty and bloom, 
 
 All happiness without shadow or gloom. 
 
 The beautiful setting sun 
 Had cast its rays on the western horizon. 
 The sweet solitude without one sound, 
 Surely heaven's sweetest blessing I had found. 
 
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 How blessed sometimes to be alone 
 With Jesus, our friend, hope of heaven, our home. 
 Heaven in its beauties and joy if nothing more 
 Than sweet childhood o'er and o'er. 
 
 Little Ruth Kohler 
 
 Little Ruth, who lives next door, 
 Runs and plays, yet her dress she never tore ; 
 She is so dainty and sweet, 
 
 Her father, brothers and sisters she always runs 
 to meet. 
 
 How she will play and swing, 
 
 And is just as busy with everything. 
 
 Of the flowers she is so fond ; 
 
 She is just like a fresh lily in the pond. 
 
 Her litfle pink dress so quaint. 
 Always so clean, without one taint. 
 The flowers she will pluck with care ; 
 She is so happy when out in the air. 
 
 She is the baby of them all. 
 
 Although six years, not very tall ; 
 
 And how we all love little Ruth, 
 
 For, that she is sweet, we all know is the truth. 
 
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 Sleep 
 
 Sleep, sleep, sweet sleep. 
 
 As we humbly bow and ask our every care to keep, 
 
 Through the calm quiet night. 
 
 Though our spirit might take its flight. 
 
 Sleep, sleep, sweet sleep, 
 As we lay our tired bodies to rest. 
 And say our good-night prayers 
 With folded arms on our breast. 
 
 Prayer for a Christian Worker 
 
 May God bless, and him to us spare. 
 
 To save sinners everywhere. 
 
 And pray with an earnest heart 
 
 That with God's people he will never part. 
 
 And may God grant him man}' years 
 To comfort many in their bitter tears. 
 How happy is the day 
 When we have found Jesus on the way. 
 
 The blessed Savior whose message he has given 
 To comfort the weary on their way to heaven ; 
 May each and every heart 
 Heed his message before we part. 
 
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 As he labors from place to place, 
 Dear Father give him grace ; 
 And if burdens he has to bear. 
 While I breathe a silent prayer. 
 
 As he tells his story o'er and o'er, 
 
 May it bound from shore to shore. 
 
 In his message blessings I have found ; 
 
 In glory, may he, with many stars be crowned. 
 
 Catching a Train 
 
 To the depot in the rain we went, 
 In the street car so much time we spent ; 
 Alighting, we walked, for it was nine, 
 And we found we were short of time. 
 
 Elva, for the train did not wait, 
 
 But her auntie she kissed at the gate ; 
 
 Her baggage they stopped to weigh, 
 
 And the forty cents they compelled her to pay. 
 
 While on her journey she bore, 
 It stormed and the rain it did pour, 
 Until at the end of her journey she told 
 Her experience, so funny, to her fold. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 37 
 
 A Merry Christmas to Jack 
 
 To Jack a merry, merry Christmas day. 
 And hope pleasures will always by you stay ; 
 And when you get to your home above. 
 There will be nothing - there but perfect love. 
 
 To Jack a merry, merry Christmas week ; 
 Of you we so kindly speak. 
 We love to listen to you play, 
 Whom God has gifted in that way. 
 
 To Jack a happy, happy New Near; 
 
 It is a pleasure to have you here. 
 
 We want to keep you as a friend, 
 
 That always some sweet message we can send. 
 
 To the Memory of Mrs. McKinley 
 
 As she lay on her death-bed, 
 
 And listened to Tosti's " Good-bye, good-bye," 
 
 All hope from her friends had fled — 
 
 " Let me go to my precious," she said. 
 
 Who was numbered with the dead. 
 
 Falling leaves and fading tree, 
 
 Lines of white and sullen sea, 
 
 Oh, listen, oh, listen to me. 
 
 And take me away to live with thee. 
 
 The shadows are darkening o'er me now, 
 
 As my friends o'er me bow ; 
 
 Swallows are making ready to fly, 
 
 Wheeling* out o'er the sundry sky. 
 
 Good-bye, sweet summer, good-bye. 
 
SS Children's Rhymes and Verses 
 
 Hush, a voice from far away. 
 
 Listen and learn, it seems to say, 
 
 I will be with you always to stay. 
 
 All the tomorrows will be as today. 
 
 The cord is frayed and the cruse is dry, 
 
 The link must break and the lamp must die, 
 
 Good-bye, with hope, good-bye. 
 
 Oh, why are we waiting"? Oh, my heart, 
 
 Kiss me on my brow, friends, and we part. 
 
 We must not wait, you and I. 
 
 A pleading look, a stifled cry, 
 
 Good-bye forever, good-bye forever, good-bye. 
 
 She passed away — 
 
 To Him who gave, with Him to stay. 
 
 Melba, you sang her to sleep. 
 
 May. this in your memory keep. 
 
 You sang her to sleep, to sleep o'er the mystic deep. 
 
 You sang her to sleep, you sang her to sleep. 
 
 Note — Tosti's Forever Good-bye, sung by Melba through 
 a phonograph as Mrs. McKinley was passing away, and 
 described by one who was present. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 39 
 
 Andrew Carnegie 
 
 Andrew Carnegie, the Pittsburg financier, 
 Everybody happy when he is here ; 
 Good-hearted and jovial, a Christian at heart, 
 But in no one church does he take a part. 
 
 Libraries he has given : such a great deed, 
 Gives the poor the opportunity to read. 
 There are scores and scores that could not go 
 To their home library, as you know. 
 
 Andrew Carnegie, of Scotch descent, 
 Came to America without a cent; 
 He found work and went about it with a will, 
 For Andrew Carnegie could never be still. 
 
 His last birthday he was sixty-eight, 
 Where in New York so many ate. 
 We hope many years he will live and enjoy; 
 We think it a pity he never had a boy. 
 
 The Campaign 
 
 It may be William Bryan some want to elect, 
 But to have our pockets full of money we cannot 
 
 expect ; 
 He is a great orator, they say, 
 But the Democrats are just that way. 
 
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 Some want to elect William H. Taft ; 
 We will have an administration without graft. 
 Then we will have our pockets full of chink, 
 And that is the way the Republicans think. 
 
 Roosevelt, Roosevelt, after the trust, 
 A clean administration, or bust. 
 Roosevelt, Roosevelt, won't you run again? 
 For your administration was without stain. 
 
 The Stray Cat 
 
 The old stray cat ; 
 Feed it, you can do that; 
 It was given for some use, 
 Then why abuse. 
 
 The old cat, how it did howl ; 
 
 The dog, how he did growl, 
 
 And ran the cat in the house 
 
 And frightened away a poor little mouse 
 
 Vice-President Fairbanks 
 
 Vice-President Fairbanks 
 Belongs in the Republican ranks, 
 And if he gets there, 
 It will be on the square. 
 
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 The Republicans can hardly dare 
 To elect another man out there. 
 Another man they may hail 
 On account of that cocktail. 
 
 He hails from Indiana 
 
 And never slipped on a banana, 
 
 But he had better have stepped on a rusty nail 
 
 Than to have served that cocktail. 
 
 Frost on the Windows 
 
 The beautiful window of frost, 
 No chiseling or carving at any man's cost. 
 The beautiful shades of silver, purple and red 
 I behold as I lay gazing from my bed. 
 
 ow 
 
 The beautiful frost on the window, 
 With the sun's light; what a lovely gl 
 I think I see trees, water and lands 
 That were not made by human hands. 
 
 As I looked on the frost and morning glitter, 
 
 I heard the little snowbirds' twitter. 
 
 Now the shade I will draw, 
 
 Then the frost on the window may thaw. 
 
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 Morning-glory 
 
 The beautiful morning-glory, 
 It has grown almost to the second story. 
 With the shades, red, white and blue, 
 All the colors to please you. 
 
 The beautiful morning-glory vine, 
 
 Up the cord it does twine. 
 
 For the window it makes a sweet shade, 
 
 But of the sun it seems to be afraid. 
 
 The beautiful morning-glory twined 
 Up above the window blind, 
 And of the hot sun it got a peep 
 And it closed its eyes and went to sleep. 
 
 A Rose 
 
 The beautiful red rose, 
 
 How naturally it goes to my nose. 
 
 The color, the most beautiful I ever have seen. 
 
 I will go to sleep, of the rose I will dream. 
 
 The beautiful rose of red. 
 
 How sweet it looks from my bed. 
 
 The beautiful rose in my room, 
 
 I hope it will help make me well soon. 
 
 Everybody, you know. 
 
 Loves blossoms of beautiful glow. 
 
 The sweet perfume I smell, 
 
 T think will soon make me well. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 43 
 
 I Remember 
 
 I remember, I remember. 
 
 The little old house where I was born ; 
 
 The twelve-paned window where the sun 
 
 Came peeping in at morn. 
 
 It never came to me too soon, 
 
 Nor brought a day too long to play, 
 
 And oft wished the night 
 
 Was turned into day. 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The rose by the garden wall, 
 
 And oft I would climb and fall, 
 
 And oft I would wish 
 
 I could climb the lilac bush ; 
 
 And the old-fashioned hollyhock, 
 
 And the places we used to laugh and talk. 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The old porch and hop vine, 
 
 Where oft we used to dine, 
 
 And the pound sweet-apple tree, 
 
 As it stood near the hive of the bee, 
 
 And in front of the kitchen door 
 
 Where they came bouncing on the floor. 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The beautiful rippling brook ; 
 
 About it the many pleasures we took, 
 
 And oft we stood on the old stone bridge 
 
 And looked o'er the beautiful green ridge. 
 
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 And the butternut tree 
 Which brother and I planted 
 Thirty-eight years or more, you see. 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The old grape vine, 
 
 And the cherries of every kind, 
 
 And the garden walks 
 
 And old-fashioned flower 
 
 Where we played by the hour, 
 
 The elder bloom and wild cucumber tree, 
 
 And the strange red pod I oft did see. 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The great red barn, 
 
 And my dear, white-capped 
 
 Grandmother, as she spun the yarn ; 
 
 Of the spring-house I love to think, 
 
 And of the spring's pure water I used to drink ; 
 
 The watering trough under the hill, 
 
 Everything so peaceful, quiet and still. 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The proud peacock with its tail spread, 
 
 And the barnyard where the turkey gobbler tread, 
 
 And the spotted horses : we had a team, 
 
 How gay ! a perfect dream. 
 
 The apple and plum so sweet, 
 
 And of them I used to eat. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 45 
 
 I remember, I remember, 
 
 The winding path in the wood, so long, 
 
 Where many birds sang their sweet song, 
 
 And the chestnuts large and brown 
 
 That we gathered on the ground; 
 
 The beautiful Allegheny hills, 
 
 And the river with its rowboats and its mills. 
 
 Were it not in vain, 
 
 I would wish to be a child there again. 
 
 Family Verses 
 
 Note — These verses were written on Christmas cards to 
 each member of a family, December 25, 1907. 
 
 Elizabeth Priscilla, dear, 
 
 This is all I have for you this year. 
 
 I hope you will accept this little token, 
 
 That our sisterly love will never be broken. 
 
 Dear brother, our drives o'er the lofty hills, 
 
 Along the highway and beautiful rills ; 
 
 On the way the nuts we gather, 
 
 In the beautiful autumn scenes and pleasant weather. 
 
 Walter, who wants to roam, 
 And see something more than his home. 
 Away he will go, to the far west, 
 Where he will do his level best. 
 
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 Paul, berries to pick, he did go ; 
 
 Did he like it? Oh no, oh no; 
 
 But to his book he will take, 
 
 When he comes home he will eat the cake. 
 
 To the little girl whose name I have forgotten, 
 You must not forget to hang up your stocking 
 Big and long, so it will be full 
 Of nuts, candy and taffy you need n't pull. 
 
 Samuel, who is six years old, 
 
 Like Samuel in the Bible, came into the fold. 
 
 In the night hear God's voice, 
 
 All along life's pathway in Him rejoice. 
 
 Robert, you little dear, 
 How I would love to have you here ; 
 But with your mamma you must stay. 
 For that is the natural way. 
 
 For the little boy that could not walk, 
 But I suppose he now can talk. 
 He is never ready for bed, 
 But wants a ride on his sled. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 47 
 
 To the Author 
 
 That you were a poet, 
 
 We did not comprehend, 
 Until we read your verses 
 
 Through, from end to end. 
 When we had read them over 
 
 We were merry and full of glee, 
 For we saw what a great poet 
 
 You had gotten to be. 
 
 Note— Written by Paul Woodcock, New Lexington. 
 Ohio, January 2 1908. 
 
 Holiday Shopping 
 
 After the holidays we went down town, 
 And in the rain we walked around. 
 Our friends we would hail, 
 All bent on watching: the sale. 
 
 Then from store to store. 
 Looking for something more. 
 It was hard our money to keep, 
 When everything went so cheap. 
 
 Don 
 
 Don, we sent you a lilac white ; 
 We hope it will give you delight. 
 Give it water to drink, 
 And of your friends may you think. 
 
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 We hope you will soon be well, 
 How sorry we are we cannot tell. 
 We gave to you flowers, Don, dear, 
 Just to brighten and you cheer. 
 
 Your friends on Brightwood 
 Hope it will do you good ; 
 And if there is anything we can do, 
 Please let us know, won't you? 
 
 The City of the Dead 
 
 Walking through the city of the dead, 
 
 At each grave I ponder in deep thought, but not 
 
 of dread. 
 Not a sound to disturb their quiet sleep 
 But the rustling of a leaf and the chirping of a bird, 
 
 the solemnity deep. 
 
 Here, a verse to some departed one, 
 
 With hand pointing to heaven, they have gone. 
 
 Here is one bowing in silent prayer, 
 
 It may be she wishes she were there. 
 
 Some with grand monuments high, 
 Many without, very close by, 
 And some, not even a flower, nor care, 
 When others have so many to spare. 
 
 Of the many that we have laid to rest, 
 We hope they have lived their best. 
 Let us each lay a flower on the grave 
 Of those we have helped or tried to save. 
 
Children's Rhymes a ml Verses 49 
 
 Jack Will Sing 
 
 J n New York in "The Merry Widow" Jack will 
 
 sing; 
 We hope for jack it is just the thing. 
 
 We know his talent he will show. 
 Yet we are sorry to see Jack g'o. 
 
 In the "Merry Widow" in New York, 
 
 May his troubles be as light as a cork. 
 
 We hope everything will go his way, 
 
 And that he with the "Merry Widow" will stay. 
 
 We hope that he will make him a name 
 
 In the world of fame. 
 
 We will he lonely without Jack, 
 
 But we trust he will often come back. 
 
 Roses in the Garden 
 
 Rose bushes, six in all, 
 
 They grow so very tall ; 
 
 The colors are red and white and pink, 
 
 The most beautiful you could ever think. 
 
 They grow 7 and bloom with little care, 
 
 Yet they are so very rare ; 
 
 We pluck them for some friend, 
 
 And to some sick one sometimes we send. 
 
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 They make a beautiful show. 
 Just as good as Gasser can grow. 
 What a lovely, bright bouquet, 
 How I wish they would always stay 
 
 Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining 
 
 Back of every dark cloud 
 
 There is sure to be a silver lining. 
 
 Oft our eyes are wet with tears, 
 
 If we ask in faith God will calm our fears. 
 
 May each victory make us strong. 
 
 To battle with the world and its wrong; 
 
 For each one has work to do ; 
 
 May God's love and grace renew. 
 
 Sometimes clouds of darkest hue 
 
 Change to skies of clearest blue. 
 
 May we think of others who have more to endure, 
 
 Who have not found the love of yore. 
 
 May we others help and cheer 
 Who have not found God's promise here. 
 Oft the darkest hour is just before day. 
 Let us in righteousness walk in His way. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 51 
 
 The Back Yard 
 
 ( Hit in the back yard, 
 Showing Elva the velvet I had, 
 With knife in my hand 
 To pare the potatoes in the pan. 
 
 Who was there but Jack, 
 With his old kodak. 
 And before we knew 
 He had a picture of us two. 
 
 Tt was in the morn. 
 
 And my dress was all torn, 
 
 lint Jack, he did not care, 
 
 For he was having' fun out there. 
 
 But what need Jack care, 
 How looked our dresses or hair? 
 I knew the velvet was clean. 
 For I had washed it in gasoline. 
 
 Autumn 
 
 We '11 gather the apples red, 
 
 The corn shock its ear will shed, 
 
 The squirrel gather its store of nuts in the tree. 
 
 This same lesson we learn from the bee. 
 
 And there 's the yellow pumpkin on the vine, 
 In the winter on its good pies we '11 dine. 
 In the early spring we turned the sod, 
 And now the peas we '11 pick from the pod. 
 
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 Our cellars we '11 pack, 
 
 The stock we '11 feed from the hay stack. 
 
 When the clover seed is in our barns 
 
 Perhaps we '11 have time to listen to some yarn: 
 
 The buckwheat we '11 thresh with a rlail ; 
 Our coats we '11 hang on some nail. 
 Our bins we '11 make a little wider, 
 And into barrels we '11 put our apple cider. 
 
 The forests laden with crimson and gold, 
 Autumn's richest colors to unfold. 
 The sunset mellow, with its blue and gray. 
 And many autumn scenes we wish would stay. 
 
 My Baby 
 
 God has plucked my floweret gay ; 
 He has gathered many on the way. 
 The dear blue eyes always smiled ; 
 He was my baby, yes, my child. 
 
 God has plucked my choicest flower, 
 And many others, by the hour. 
 Then, when with the angels he smiled. 
 He was my baby, yes, my child. 
 
 With tears, I, his mother. 
 In a distant home without friend or brother, 
 But now, thank God, I have smiled, 
 Because he was my baby, yes, my child. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 53 
 
 Lambs of the Fold 
 
 Sitting in the shade of the old apple-tree, 
 In the old rocking-chair, 
 Gazing o'er the beautiful country 
 And drinking its sweet balmy air. 
 
 The rlock of sheep grazed away, 
 
 Just beside the field of new-mown hay ; 
 
 The mother sheep would seem to say: 
 
 My dear little lambs, away you must not straw 
 
 For fear of some enemy, a wolf at your heel, 
 Make you think he's a friend; to him appeal. 
 Like Satan, he will follow by the hour. 
 That you, at last, he may devour. 
 
 Little children, like lambs of the fold, 
 To your parents listen, and do as you are told, 
 For you may fall into some sin or snare ; 
 Let little children listen, and beware. 
 
 A Daily Prayer 
 
 Without a shadow of a doubt each day, 
 Oh God, teach me how to pray, 
 And may our asking be of such 
 That Thou wilt bless us, bless us much 
 
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 If our stay be long or short, 
 May we for a moment doubt Thee not, 
 And our love to Thee we give, 
 At last, take us with Thee to live. 
 
 When our work is here all o'er, 
 Take us to our friends on the other shore. 
 May God help us to live our best 
 That our lives may be a test. 
 
 May we our crosses bear with grace, 
 Everywhere and in every place. 
 And Thy presence in us abide 
 That from others we cannot hide. 
 
 A Nutting Party 
 
 A nutting party with Jim and Grace, 
 The team was gay and traveled at a good pace 
 We wished to get home while it was light, 
 For our pastor was to be installed that night. 
 
 In our party there were thirteen. 
 We counted the children in between. 
 Mr. Woodcock climbed the trees, 
 And the rest of us were busv as bees. 
 
Children's Rhymes ami Verses 55 
 
 Sister and I did not cross the fence, 
 
 For fear some farmer we might run against. 
 
 The chestnuts were not very plenty, 
 
 And our baskets were almost empty. 
 
 The nuts we did not steal. 
 
 But brought them home to peal. 
 
 ( >ur lunch we did take. 
 
 Of good home-made bread, pies and cake. 
 
 A lire we built under a tree so lofty, 
 Where we boiled and drank our coffee. 
 From a tanner's wife we bought our cream, 
 Near the place we hitched our team. 
 
 Tlic table-cloth we spread 
 
 Over the leaves that were dead. 
 
 Elizabeth the meat cut up. 
 
 While Lulu scraped the butter from the cup. 
 
 Around the spread we sat. 
 
 Some on the ground, quite flat ; 
 
 Florence sat on my poor legs, 
 
 And in our hurry we forgot our eggs. 
 
 We had lots of little cucumbers pickled, 
 Over them the little folks were so tickled. 
 And who was with us there but Aunt Rene ! 
 We all love her ; she could n't be mean. 
 
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 Little Lida ate apples until she was full to the chin. 
 
 And drank out of her bright new tin. 
 
 Samuel sat on the front seat, 
 
 And was anxious to know when the horses would eat. 
 
 Little Robert lost his cap 
 
 Just before he took his nap. 
 
 And Edwin slept on his mother's knee 
 
 And was just as good as he could be. 
 
 Walter hitched the gray and the brown, 
 For he was in a hurry to get to town. 
 Then we were ready to return ; 
 We tramped out our fire, fearing the forest might 
 burn. 
 
 We spent a pleasant, enjoyable day, 
 
 And came home by another way. 
 
 We made a good calculation. 
 
 And were back in time for the installation. 
 
 The Beautiful Allegheny 
 
 Standing on the beautiful Allegheny hills. 
 Watching the glorious sunset and the old mills. 
 How silently and calmly the river's flow, 
 And its hills, bright with the autumn glow. 
 
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 And I listen to the distant bell, 
 
 Calling people to church, of the Master to tell. 
 
 1 watch the river's gentle tide, 
 
 And think how on its bosom 1 used to ride. 
 
 And when in its violent rage 
 
 Would rival the lion in its cage; 
 
 When its banks would overflow, 
 
 O'er its swift currents we could not row. 
 
 Glen and I 
 
 I den wished me t< i g< i 
 
 With him to see the pasture field, you know. 
 
 Out along the lane between the wheat field and the 
 
 corn. 
 And by the old house where his grandma was born. 
 
 It has changed since that day ; 
 
 In it now are kept the reaper and implements to 
 
 make hay. 
 When we returned we fed the chicks and hen. 
 So the evening we spent, I and Glen. 
 
 Grumbling Husband 
 
 Grumbling Bill, when he does arise. 
 The sun is far up in the skies. 
 "Is the morning paper at the door?" 
 We ask; is there anything more? 
 
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 How he will growl 
 If he finds a wrinkle in the towel. 
 His breakfast is coffee, toast and egg; 
 Is there anything more, we beg? 
 
 In the street car he will get a seat, 
 
 Unfold his paper, stick out his feet ; 
 
 Over them someone will stumble and fall ; 
 
 He is the kind of a man that takes seat and all. 
 
 The Merry Widow Hat 
 
 The woman with a merry widow hat, 
 Oh, what do you think of that! 
 And with a poodle and chain, 
 Will women ever have sense again? 
 
 To have such headgear. 
 
 For many to laugh at and jeer; 
 
 And to have the little dog at her heel. 
 
 Of her, ashamed I really feel. 
 
 Cottage Prayer-meeting 
 
 It will give us good cheer 
 To have the prayer-meeting here. 
 It will help us to look aright, 
 As time takes its flight. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 59 
 
 The prayer-meeting Christmas week 
 May help us how to others speak. 
 We liken it to a journey of love 
 To our heavenly home above. 
 
 May the first prayer-meeting of the new year 
 Be the best we ever had here. 
 It will help us day by day 
 On our journey so far away. 
 
 The Board Fence 
 
 The old board fence 
 
 We '11 change when we get a chance. 
 
 The first warm day in spring 
 
 The whitewash brush someone will swing. 
 
 The old fence, we think, is just the thing, 
 
 But some of our neighbors their ax would swing. 
 
 We can go out and dry our hair, 
 
 And no one can see us back there. 
 
 The old board fence is five feet high, 
 The boys and girls can play and say I, I. 
 When we plant the peach and the grape, 
 We '11 have a screen and no one can gape. 
 
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 The Welcome Rain 
 
 The welcome rain-drops on the roof 
 Deaden the sound of the horse's hoof. 
 And how sweetly and calmly we sleep. 
 If we trust God, His promises to keep. 
 
 The beautiful warm rain. 
 
 As it silently falls on the window-pane. 
 
 The air is so balm}' and sweet, 
 
 How happily the rain we greet ! 
 
 To the budding trees it is giving drink; 
 It makes the grasses green and the blossoms pink. 
 The vine at the window makes a sweet shade. 
 And keeps out the sun. of which some are afraid. 
 
 It makes the wild flower in the meadow grow, 
 And of their beauties few ever know. 
 The wild flowers are spread with a bountiful hand 
 For all to enjoy in this beautiful land. 
 
 Friends to the Bermudas 
 
 To Bermuda my friends did go. 
 
 To stay six months or so. 
 
 When they came back they said : 
 
 "We would come home and ride in a sled." 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 61 
 
 To Bermuda they went to stay 
 
 Six months or until the first of May, 
 
 And when they get home they say: 
 
 '* We would rather come home and ride in a sleigh." 
 
 From Bermuda, by way of New York, 
 The steamer's life-boats were made of cork. 
 To Florida they went to spend 
 The last three months, or to the end. 
 
 Christmas Presents 
 
 "Billy" sent me a pocket-book, 
 And how pretty it does look; 
 It is of English make. 
 That is the kind I love to take. 
 
 Mis love is better than silver and gold, 
 Mis letters pages of love unfold. 
 But more than this she will not say; 
 Elva knows Billy is just that way. 
 
 The Chafing Dish 
 
 Hortense will want to dine 
 
 With the chafing dish Jack gave her so fine 
 
 ( )h, the girls will laugh and roar 
 
 Over the tea they will pour. 
 
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 Of the fun they '11 have no one could tell, 
 And they'll talk of Jack, they like so well; 
 Of the candy he helped to make, 
 And of the Christmas interest he did take. 
 
 Apple-tree 
 
 The apples were not ripe on the tree on the lawn. 
 What a time ! to have the children leave it alone. 
 They are very good and sweet, 
 And when golden yellow are good to eat. 
 
 Walter will gather them by the peck, 
 And all his friends will fill to the neck. 
 We will store some away, 
 Where they will ripen each day. 
 
Children's Rhymes and Verses 63 
 
 The Dream 
 
 The dream of my life, the dream of my life 
 
 Was to have just a little while 
 Without sorrow or strife. 
 Oh! it may seem cruel to say, 
 But it has been dark most of the way. 
 
 The dream of years, the dream of years 
 
 Was to have just a little while 
 Without sorrow and fears. 
 It may seem sad to say, 
 But many and hitter have been the tears. 
 
 The dream of the morrow, the dream of the morrow 
 
 Was to have a little while 
 Without tears or sorrow. 
 The dark cloud has passed out of my life, 
 In blessedness I 'm living without strife. 
 
 God help me to always live as I do, 
 Not one day, dear Father, without you. 
 
 And if by chance 
 This you may read, 
 May you enjoy blessings as I am indeed. 
 
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 Girls and Boys 
 
 To the girls and boys — 
 
 There is a time for work and a time for toys. 
 
 Have a purpose in view, 
 
 It matters not how old or how new ; 
 
 And with all your power 
 
 Work and not worry every day and hour. 
 
 Never a battle was won in sleep. 
 
 Earnestly every promise keep, 
 
 And if God's help you ask 
 
 You can master the hardest task. 
 
 And say at last, like McKinley, our martyred one, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done. 
 

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