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 COKBIGHT DEPOSrr. 
 
Rosemary and Rue 
 
 and Other Poems by 
 LILLIAN OLIVE HUEY 
 
 
^ROSSMAR Y and ^ UE 
 
 And Other Poems By 
 
 Lillian Oli^e Huey 
 
 THE CHILDREN S HOME PRINTSHOP 
 
 WINSTON -SALEM, N.C. 
 
 1921 
 
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 ROSEMARY AND RUE AND OTHER POEMS BY LILLIAN 
 OLIVE HUEY, SELECTED AXD ARRANGED P.V HER SON 
 E. C. HUEY. 
 
 COPYRKIHT I 92 I BYE. C. H'JKY. 
 ALL R1(;HTS RESER\"ED. 
 
 §)C!.A617163 
 W.4'/ 28 1921 
 
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 to my three children who have brought 
 Naught but Joy and Sunshine into the 
 Life and Heart of their invalid Mother 
 
 AND under whose LOVING AND FAITHFUL 
 
 Care have come Inspiration and Endeavor 
 I Dedicate These Poems 
 
Contents 
 
 Page 
 
 A BURR 27 
 
 A LITTLE BOY'S WISH 44 
 
 A THANKSGIVING PRAYER 40 
 
 BE PLEASANT 38 
 
 "DADDY JIM" 48 
 
 EVENING 18 
 
 EVENING TWILIGHT 14 
 
 FAITH : 4 
 
 HIDDEN GRIEF 10 
 
 HIS ABODE 26 
 
 HIS DWELLING PLACE 20 
 
 HIS PURPOSE 29 
 
 IF 1 HAD KNOWN 33 
 
 IT MATTERS NOT 7 
 
 "IIMMIE" 43 
 
 LAUGH 35 
 
 LIFE'S LESSONS 34 
 
 LOVE'S SONG 2 
 
 LOVE'S VESSEL 36 
 
 LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS THY SELF 23 
 
 LOVE'S WAY 6 
 
 MEMORY 50 
 
 MOTHER'S CONSOLATION 39 
 
 MY CHOSEN FLOWER 15 
 
 MY CHRISTMAS GIFTS 21 
 
 MY PAW 45 
 
 NIGHTS LULLABY 8 
 
 OUR RED LETTER DAY 19 
 
 PEACE BE STILL 5 
 
 PRAYER 30 
 
 REST 24 
 
 ROSEMARY AND RUE 1 
 
 SHOWERS OF BLESSINGS 13 
 
 SOME DAY 32 
 
 STEPPING STONES 9 
 
 TELEPATHY 11 
 
 THE BUILDERS 25 
 
 THE DAY IS DONE 31 
 
 THE STILLNESS OF THE SABBATH .28 
 
 THE SWIMMIN' HOLE 46 
 
 THE THREE PUPPIES 49 
 
 THE TRAVELING MAN 47 
 
 THE WAIL OF THE FOREST 3 
 
 TOMMY'S LOGIC 17 
 
 TRUTH'S APPEARING 22 
 
 WAIT NOT 37 
 
 WHAT IS GOD? 12 
 
 WHEN DAD COMES HOME 42 
 
 WILD FLOWERS 16 
 
 WITH YOU AWAY 41 
 
Page I 
 
 Rosemary and Rue 
 
 Each day bringeth her flowers; 
 
 Sometimes rosemary, sometimes rue; 
 But the sun is ne'er far from the showers, 
 
 Behind the dark cloud is the blue, 
 x^nd might we not tire of rosemary, 
 
 Had we ne'er a small bit of rue ? 
 
 Each day bringeth her flowers; 
 
 Sometimes rosemary, sometimes rue; 
 But we need hold none that is withered. 
 
 For each day bringeth she new, 
 Sometimes rosemary, sometimes rue. 
 
Page 2 
 
 Love's Song 
 
 You dwell within a palace fair, 
 
 While I an humble cot call home; 
 
 You have your silks and jewels rare, 
 And far across the seas oft roam. 
 
 The wander-lust with thee doth bide; 
 I dwell beside my ingleside. 
 
 You have your ser\'ants at command, 
 While I must heed love's daily call; 
 
 You give rich gifts with lavish hand, 
 Yet giving hardly give at all; 
 
 My gifts are but love's deeds sincere. 
 Yet given with a smile or tear. 
 
 You dwell within a palace fair. 
 While I within four walls reside; 
 
 You seek for pleasures everywhere, 
 While joy with me doth sweetly bide. 
 
 Nor can wealth buy love's song, J'nf told, 
 I have my song, you have your gold. 
 
 Nor would I change mv lot for thine, 
 For I have what your heart has not; 
 
 Love's song of sweet content is mine; 
 You have your palace, I mv cot; 
 
 You have rich jewels, one have 1, 
 
 A happy heart 'neath Love's blue skv. 
 
Pages 
 
 The Wail of the Forest 
 
 'Twas Autumn gave a party, 
 She announced it on this wise: 
 
 "Come join our happy froHc 
 Beneath the azure skies." 
 
 The children of the Forest, 
 
 In gala dress arrayed. 
 Unto her invitation 
 
 With gladsome hearts obeyed. 
 
 It was a merry meeting 
 
 Upon a pleasant wold. 
 And jovial the greeting 
 
 Of all the guests, I'm told. 
 
 Thev rode upon the whirlwind. 
 They danced upon the lea. 
 
 These mad-cap little maidens, 
 They frolicked merrily. 
 
 And then, they say, a spirit 
 
 Led them on, and on, and on. 
 And that is why the Forest 
 Doth so sadly wail and moan. 
 
 For these mad-cap little maidens, 
 In their robes of gold and red. 
 
 With this strange and unseen spirit. 
 From their forest home have fled. 
 
Page 4 
 
 Faith 
 
 O, soul of mine, whv longer grope 
 
 Within the dismal vale of tears ? 
 Behold the glorious bow of hope 
 
 That spans the clouded sky of fears; 
 A radiant arch of light it gleams, 
 
 To every soul who looks on high. 
 Truth doth dispel all mortal dreams. 
 
 By faith doth man false claims deny. 
 
 Then look aloft, nor be dismayed — 
 
 Tho' storms of error round thee roll; 
 Of threatened ill be not afraid, 
 
 Faith is the stay of thine own soul; 
 Cast from thy breast the unseen foe. 
 
 Which bids thee trust another God; 
 The truth alone doth free, this know; 
 
 Tread, child of Faith, where Enoch trod. 
 
P^g^S 
 
 Peace, Be Still ! 
 
 Tho' amid the storms of error, 
 
 Wind-lashed waves may break and roar, 
 Tremble not in fear and terror; 
 
 Seek no haven far ashore; 
 Know thy refuge is at hand; 
 
 Truth doth e'en the waves command. 
 
 Tho' the billows in their furry 
 
 Madly dash and threaten ill, 
 Be thou steadfast in discernment; 
 
 Hear thy Master's "Peace, be still." 
 
 Thus are stilled the storms of error; 
 
 Calmed the waves producing fear. 
 To the soul there is no terror. 
 
 When the Master's voice we hear. 
 
Page 6 
 
 Love's Way 
 
 A Pilgrim journeyed o'er life's wav' — 
 The path was steep and long; 
 
 He bore his burden mournfully, 
 When lo, he heard love's song; 
 
 And tho' he ne'er the singer knew. 
 
 With jov he did his way pursue. 
 
 A traveler journeyed in the night, 
 The way was dark and drear; 
 
 He knew not whence to seek a light, 
 When lo, a ray most clear; 
 
 And tho' by unseen hand 'twas held. 
 
 The darkness was at once dispelled. 
 
 The singer sang her song, nor knew 
 
 The joy its singing lent. 
 The hand that held the light so true. 
 
 Ne'er knew of rays it sent, 
 Yet such is Love's most perfect wa\'. 
 That no o;ood deed shall e'er decay. 
 
Page 7 
 
 It Matters Not 
 
 It matters not if cove or cot 
 Our dwelling place doth be; 
 
 If palace halls or cottage walls 
 If high or low degree: 
 
 It matters not the time nor place, 
 Our sojourn here's but for a space. 
 
 It matters not if men may read, 
 
 Within the hall of fame, 
 Our record of some noble deed: 
 
 The carving of our name. 
 It matters not, this be the test, 
 
 "Hath he in life e'er done his best?" 
 
 It matters not if we be known 
 
 Unto our fellow men: 
 Or be our name an obscure one 
 
 It matters not, If when 
 The Judge his final record reads, 
 'Tis "He did well butlowlv deeds." 
 
PsgeS 
 
 Night's Lullaby 
 
 The World was very weary 
 With the duties of the day; 
 
 Her ceaseless work was dreary, 
 For she had no time to play. 
 
 Then night with loving membrance 
 Let her shadows softly creep 
 
 Till the World that was a- weary 
 In her arms was fast asleep, 
 
 And she crooned a love-song lowly 
 To the World upon her breast; 
 
 Till the morning dawned most holv 
 And the World awoke — at rest. 
 
Page (^ 
 
 Stepping Stones 
 
 As you climb life's rugged mountain, 
 Seek you Truth's safe stepping stones; 
 
 Drink you from love's sparkling fountain, 
 Shun the valley and its bones. 
 
 Tho the path be steep and rugged, 
 
 Leading to the highest peak; 
 Love shall guide you to its summit, 
 
 If safe stepping stones you seek. 
 
 Plant your feet on firm foundation— 
 
 On the solid rock of Truth; 
 As you climb life's rugged mountain. 
 
 Seek safe stepping stones in youth. 
 
Page 10 
 
 Hidden Grief 
 
 Some griefs are hid, and some are not: 
 
 The hidden ones thrice hard to bear: 
 
 And yet you think blest is my lot. 
 
 You do not see my hidden care. 
 
 You do not see my hidden woe: 
 
 For hearts are strange, are strange, 'tis so. 
 
 Some griefs are hid, and some are not; 
 The hidden ones, O God! 'tis true, 
 Are they which cut our lives in two; 
 Which make us what we would not be. 
 If grief had been in less degree: 
 But in our hearts we nurse our woe. 
 And joy that we may have it so. 
 
 Some griefs are hid and some are not; 
 Then chide us not when joy hath sped. 
 And left us mourning o'er our dead; 
 Then chide us not tho' rash in deed — 
 You wear in grief no mourning weed. 
 Then chide us not — tho' rash in deed. 
 
Page II 
 
 Telepathy 
 
 I love thee, dear, perhaps you know 
 E'en though I had not told thee so. 
 Although too far to hear my speech. 
 Thine heart I yet may gently reach; 
 For when I think of thee, my dear, 
 Thought will whisper in thine ear, 
 Will touch the cord that binds each heart, 
 Although we are many miles away. 
 
Page 12 
 
 What Is God? 
 
 Ask the mountain in its grandeur, 
 Touring to majestic height; 
 
 Hear the answer from its summit, 
 "God is Light." 
 
 Ask the river as it floweth. 
 
 Ever onward, day by day; 
 And its mighty voice resoundeth: 
 
 "God is the Way." 
 
 Ask the sun that shines with splendor 
 On the path of age and youth; 
 
 Comes the answer from the heavens: 
 "God is Truth." 
 
 Ask the violet meekly growing 
 By the roadside, and we prove 
 
 By its answer sweetly given, 
 "God is Love." 
 
 Ask the seed-pod as it groweth 
 Its wee heart with beauty rife: 
 
 Lo, its answer: "Wise men knoweth 
 God is Life." 
 
 Pause, ye scientists, and ponder; 
 
 Seek not for material laws. 
 Our God is a God of Wonder, 
 
 And his word the only cause. 
 
Pag^ IS 
 
 Showers of Blessings 
 
 Trickle, trickle, trickle, 
 Adown the window pane; 
 
 How I love to watch thee, 
 Little drops of rain. 
 
 And the thirsty flowers 
 Hold their tiny cups 
 
 To receive thy showers; 
 And the whole earth sups 
 
 From thy sparkling goblet. 
 
 And revives again; 
 Welcome are thy showers. 
 
 Little drops of rain. 
 
 And the blessed Father, 
 From His throne on high, 
 
 Sends His richest blessings 
 Lest His children die. 
 
 Like unto the flowers. 
 We must hold our cup 
 
 To receive His showers — 
 Of His blessings sup. 
 
Page 14 
 
 Evening Twilight 
 
 Softly falls the twilight 
 
 And the tapers flicker low 
 Dimly burns the embers, 
 
 And sweet visions come and go. 
 Light is drawing nearer. 
 
 Close about shadows creep; 
 Voices call now clearer. 
 And I lay me 
 
 down 
 
 to 
 
 sleep 
 
Page IS 
 
 My Chosen Flower 
 
 I choose thee not, O, little flower, 
 Because thou art more fair, 
 
 Than all thy neighboring sisters are; 
 I choose thee for thy graces rare. 
 
 I choose thee for thy graceful mien; 
 
 The sweetness of the mignonette; 
 The modesty of the violet; 
 
 I choose thee for my garden queen. 
 
Page 1 6 
 
 Wild Flowers 
 
 O give to me the daisy sweet, 
 That's trampled 'neath our wand'ring feet, 
 The violet from her dewy bed, 
 That Nature o'er the earth hath spread. 
 O give to me these sweet wild flowers. 
 They'll serve to cheer the lonely hours. 
 They speak to me of Nature's birth, 
 And graceful presence on the earth. 
 They speak from out the dale and dell, 
 "God loves the woods and plains so well." 
 They say to wand'ring passers by, 
 "God placed here beauty for thine ev^e." 
 They speak to children romping over, 
 "God placed us here for each gay rover. 
 The rich or poor may heed our call, 
 God placed us here for each and all." 
 
Page 17 
 
 Tommy's Logic 
 
 A little boy entered a candy shop, 
 Longingly looked at each peppermint drop, 
 Asked of the clerk, who was smiling and kind, 
 "Do you give six drops for a silver half dime?" 
 
 "Why, yes, little man," was the clerk's reply. 
 As he picked up a sack, conveniently by; 
 "Six for a nickel, how many you wish ?" 
 And he placed his hand in the coveted dish. 
 
 Then Tommy began, as he scratched his wee head, 
 "Six for a nickel," he thoughtfully said, 
 "Then five for four cents, and four for three — 
 If you'll run it on through, you'll with me agree. 
 That one is for nothing. I haven't a penny; 
 I'll just take the one that doesn't cost any." 
 
Page l8 
 
 Evening 
 
 I love the rest and silence 
 
 That with the gloaming come; 
 
 I love the voice of nature 
 Calling the wanderer home. 
 
 I love the low sweet vespers 
 Sung at the twilight hour; 
 
 I love the unseen spirit 
 
 That whispers of His power. 
 
 I love to watch the evening 
 As the daylight slowly dies; 
 
 To behold night light her tapers 
 In the white and azure skies. 
 
 I love the soft effulgence 
 
 Of the moon whose silver beams 
 Doth steal into my chamber 
 
 With the magic of love's dreams. 
 
 'Tis then that Mother Nature 
 
 Upon her loving breast 
 Invites the heart a-weary 
 
 To sweet repose and rest. 
 
 I love the fancies flitting 
 
 Around me and about; 
 I love the hush of evening 
 
 When the dav is crowded out. 
 
Fage IQ 
 
 Our Red Letter Day 
 
 We're always glad when Sunday comes, 
 
 It's our "red-letter" day; 
 P"or Dad he's off thru all the week, 
 
 But then he's home to stay. 
 
 'N' mother says, "Now do your best 
 
 To make the day a treat; 
 Your father needs a change for rest 
 
 ^N' something good to eat." 
 
 'N' my! our table fairly groans 
 
 Beneath its good repast; 
 But then it ought, for all the week 
 
 We skimp along 'n' fast. 
 
 ^N' Dad he eats a good square meal, 
 'N' praises home-made cookin'; 
 
 Says, "Another's always on her job 
 'N' makes things temptin' lookin'." 
 
 Then after dinner we all walk 
 'N' see the things a-growin' 
 ^N' listen to our father talk; 
 For Dad, he's mighty knowin'. 
 
 But he's a travelin' man, you see. 
 
 In Winter 'n' in Summer; 
 When I get big I mean to be 
 
 Like Dad, a popMar drummer. 
 
Page 20 
 
 His Dwelling Place 
 
 A-weary of form and of fashion, 
 
 A-weary of envy and pride, 
 A-weary of priest and of temple, 
 
 With the ways of the world sore-tried, 
 I stole from the din of the city. 
 
 Where Mammon is king of the mart; 
 And sought by communing with Nature, 
 
 To bring again peace to my heart. 
 
 And lifting my eyes to her mountains, 
 
 And drinking the wine of her sod, 
 I needed nor priest nor temple. 
 
 For here was the dwelling of God. 
 I laft at the code of the sages, 
 
 I laft at the creed of their school. 
 Blind, blind have we been, aye, for ages, 
 
 For love is His law and His rule. 
 
 Returning again to the City, 
 
 Where the hungry are begging for bread. 
 And no one has time e'en for pity, 
 
 For the God of Greed must be fed; 
 I sang my sweet story of plenty. 
 
 Will His children but seek him aright; 
 And love blest the message I bore them, 
 
 And stead of their darkness gave light. 
 
Page 21 
 
 My Christmas Gifts 
 
 "Such as I have, I give to Thee." 
 
 Not worldly vanities I bring. 
 It were not meet to serve my King 
 
 With gifts of such a low degree. 
 
 I give thee love; love is of God, 
 
 And God doth all good gifts bestov/: 
 
 Then all is thine, this truth e'er know, 
 And raise thine eyes above the sod. 
 
 I give thee smiles to light thy way; 
 
 Meet gifts are they this Christmastide; 
 May they within thy heart abide 
 
 This blessed Christ-Child's natal day. 
 
 I give thee thoughts of love and peace; 
 
 Good thoughts are prayers that to Him rise 
 Like incense, and from Paradise 
 
 Bring unto thee care's quick release. 
 
 Then take these gifts; 'tis such I bring 
 As offerings unto Christ, my King. 
 
 And lo. His voice, "I say to thee 
 Done unto these, is done to me." 
 
Pil'-Jc- 22 
 
 Truth's Appearing 
 
 Why come ye to an empty tomb 
 In search of life and love r 
 Behold its emptiness and gloom; 
 For truth hath rolled away the stone; 
 Then seek thy Lord above. 
 
 List to his voice in accents low, 
 
 "Whom seekest thou?" Dost thou not kno> 
 
 Thy Lord doth risen be ? 
 
 "Why vveepest thou?" This message bear, 
 
 My father doth a place prepare, 
 
 Within His house for thee, 
 
 Then tidings of his triumph bring, 
 
 Lo, Christ the Lord toda\' is king, 
 And reigns and rules on high. 
 Then bless His name this Holy morn, 
 And bless the dav the Babe was born 
 Beneath an eastern sky. 
 
Page 23 
 
 Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself 
 
 "Love thr neighbor as thyself 
 Studied I this strange old rule, 
 Memorized but could not know 
 How this rule was meant to go. 
 Studied I in Life's great school. 
 
 "Love thy neighbor as thyself" 
 'Twas not hard to learn by heart. 
 How was I to know just who 
 Was my neighbor, until you 
 Came into my life apart. 
 
 "Love thy neighbor as thyself." 
 'Twas not hard if we may choose 
 Who this neighbor is to be — 
 But suppose that she refuse — 
 Must I love her and she not me? 
 
Page 24 
 
 Rest 
 
 Growing of burdens a-weary, 
 
 Like children tired out with their play, 
 
 Who turn from the shadows so dreary, 
 
 At the close of a tedious day, 
 
 And seek the strong arms of the mother; 
 
 We turn, dear Father, to Thee. 
 
 Like unto these tired children. 
 Who find at the close of the day, 
 A sheltering arm awaits them. 
 When they shall have tired of their play. 
 We find, O, Heavenly Father, 
 A rest and refuge in Thee. 
 
 Then folding our hands at evening, 
 Tired of our toil and our play. 
 We thank Thee, O Heavenly Father, 
 For rest at the close of the day; 
 And closing our eyelids in slumber. 
 Our heads on Thy bosom we lay. 
 
Page 2S 
 
 The Builders 
 
 Build they castles out of sand 
 Dolly and her play-mate, Dave; 
 
 Dwell they in sweet fairy-land 
 'Till, anon, there comes a wave, 
 
 Sweeps their castles all a-shore: 
 Out of reach forevermore. 
 
 Tears spring quickly to the eyes 
 Of wee Dolly, broken hearted; 
 
 But brave David merely sighs; 
 Weeps he not o'er joys departed, 
 
 Other pebbles on the beach 
 
 His strong hands yet may reach. 
 
 Little children, thot I gravely, 
 
 Little reck ye of the day, 
 When thy castle built in earnest. 
 
 Shall be rudely swept away. 
 And thy tears unbidden flow. 
 
 For thy castles swept ashore; 
 
 Out of reach forevermore. 
 
tui^e 
 
 His Abode 
 
 Not in the city's busy mart, 
 
 Nor on her streets where thousands trod- 
 But close to Nature's throbbing heart, 
 
 Among her hills I walkt with God. 
 
 I walkt and talkt, nor was afraid. 
 Fair Nature smiling everywhere; 
 
 Voices from leafy fen and glade 
 
 Proclaimed His omnipresence there. 
 
 The earth His majesty did praise. 
 And in my heart a stillness stole; 
 
 My hand in His, I walkt Love's ways, 
 His perfect peace within my soul. 
 
y"./.v 
 
 A Burr 
 
 In walking through tlie woods one cla\ 
 I chanced upon a rude shaped burr. 
 
 There was no beautv as it lav, 
 And pricklv w as its coat of Tur. 
 
 I picked it up — methinks I'll see 
 If aught there is beneath th\ shell ! 
 
 And lo! when ope'd 'twas sweet to me, 
 What truths this burr to us doth tell ! 
 
 In passing through this great wide world 
 We chance upon crude folk each da\ , 
 
 But should'st we strive their hearts unfold, 
 We'd find <^reat beauty hid awa\ . 
 
Pa)(e 28 
 
 The Stillness of The Sabbath 
 
 Softh into mv room fell the ra\ s of the morn- 
 ing's sun, 
 Dispelling the gathering gloom that sorrow 
 
 had deftlv spun. 
 I'hc shadows that lingered bv me ga\ e place 
 
 unto visions of light, 
 \Iv heart was filled with the rapture of the 
 
 day that banishes night, 
 A song bird sang at m\ window and sweeth' 
 
 into my soul 
 The stillness of the sabbath into m\ being 
 
 stole. 
 A peace the world ne'er gi\cth ho\ ered o'er 
 
 me like the dove, 
 Sweet spirit, from the All-Wise Father, token 
 
 of pleasure and lo\ e. 
 M\ heart filled with thanksgix ing, a glorv 
 
 engulfed m\ soul. 
 As into m\ being tl»e Sabbath's stillness 
 
 stole. 
 
Fage 2g 
 
 His Purpose 
 
 There isn't a rose in Love's garden 
 
 But blooms for a purpose most fair; 
 There isn't a dew-drop of morning, 
 
 But nestles, with purpose, somewhere. 
 There isn't a rill or a runlet 
 
 But winds, in wisdom, its course; 
 Then whv, O soul of m\' being, 
 
 Irfast thou forgotten thv Source? 
 
 The sun beams that shine in the morning 
 
 Dispel the dark shadous of night; 
 Song-birds of the forest gi\'e warning. 
 
 Nature doth in fair purpose delight. 
 There isn't a grass blade or leaflet 
 
 But bends. His \\\\\ to obev; 
 Then why, O soul of my being, 
 
 Must thou forgotten His wa\ r 
 
Ha^e JO 
 
 Prayer 
 
 Praver is the living coal o\ tire 
 That on Love's altar burns; 
 
 The incense of all right desire 
 Ascending to His throne. 
 
 Prayer is communion with thv Lord 
 
 Within His secret tower; 
 Safe from the world, "with one accord," 
 
 Thou dost receive His power. 
 
 Prayer is the song of jo\ful praise, 
 
 Fh) will to His confiding; 
 Glad paean of a thousand lays, 
 
 Unceasino; and abidinij. 
 
/^/A' 
 
 The Day is Done 
 
 The day is done; 
 The shades of evening gather in the West, 
 And o'er the earth the purple twihght steals; 
 Night folds the world unto her sable breast, 
 And m\ riad stars His majesty reveals. 
 
 Tlie day is done. 
 
 The day is done; 
 And oh, my soul, hast thou its hour filled with zest, 
 Or have its fleeting moments idly sped? 
 Night folds thee to her sable breast. 
 Doth thou in peace lay down thy head? 
 
 The dav is done. 
 
t,iire J2 
 
 Some Day 
 
 SoniedaN \ou'll wander, all alone, 
 
 I'he paths we oft have trod; 
 You'll hear the winds low, sobbing moan, 
 
 You'll see the Howers nod; 
 .\bout ^ oil everywhere there'll be 
 Strange whisperings about the past and me. 
 
 And then, perchance, \ our wa\' \ ou'U wend 
 
 Unto a little mouml. 
 Where grasses in the breezes bend 
 
 And silence is profound; 
 And there, where all things are asleep, 
 .\J\ soul, with \ours, its trust will keep. 
 
 But let not seeming things deceive. 
 For thus the heart is made to weep; 
 
 There is no life within the gra\ e. 
 And death is but a little sleep, 
 
 'Tlien sa\ unto the silent sod, 
 
 Her spirit dwells on high with (jod. 
 
J^^'g^ 33 
 
 If I Had Known 
 
 \i I had known how rough the way, 
 1 might have faltered, e'er the ila\' 
 
 Had scarce begun. 
 I thank thee, Lord, I did not know 
 How steep the path that I should go, 
 
 E'er f had gone. 
 
 [f I had known how dark the niglu, 
 I might have trembled e'er the liglit 
 
 Bespoke the dawn. 
 1 thank thee, Lord, 1 did not see 
 The dark that seemed 'tw ixt thee and me, 
 
 E'er it had come. 
 
 If 1 had known- but this I knew, 
 
 (lod gi\'eth strength tor each da\' through, 
 
 'Tis all 1 need. 
 Though steep the path, 1 need not fear, 
 Though dark the night. He still is ncai". 
 His hand doth lead. 
 
P<rr, J4 
 
 Lite's Lessons 
 
 When all life's lessons have been learned, 
 
 x\nd all its problems solved, 
 
 And I before n\\ Judge's throne 
 
 With anxious class shall stand 
 
 Shall I, among the chosen few, 
 
 A perfect mark have won ? 
 
 And hear m\ Master's gentle voice: 
 
 *SM\ child, thou hast well done." 
 
 When all life's lessons have been said, 
 
 And all its deeds looked o'er. 
 
 Shall 1 in class be numbered head 
 
 Or shall 1 be the lower? 
 
 When I shall stand before that Judge — 
 
 M\ record has been made, 
 
 God grant it shall be a glorious one 
 
 And not a second iirade. 
 
^^K'' 35 
 
 Laugh 
 
 Laugh and forget thy sorrow; 
 
 A smile is more potent than tears. 
 Half of our troubles we borrow, 
 
 Half of our griefs are but fears. 
 
 Laugh and forget thv sorrow; 
 
 The night already doth wane, 
 Jov comes with the morrow, 
 
 Sunshine follows the rain. 
 
 Eves grow dull from much weeping. 
 Hearts are made heavv bv care. 
 
 Hope her sweet vigil is keeping, 
 Faith is the substance of praver. 
 
 Laugh, and the echo resoundeth 
 
 From hearts made glad by its mirth. 
 
 Weep, and alone in darkness 
 
 Thv soul giveth sorrow its birth. 
 
Puge 36 
 
 Love's Vessel 
 
 Wc arc as the potter's clav 
 
 In Love's hands; 
 And he molds us just the way 
 
 Truth demands. 
 
 Honored vessel, we must bear, 
 
 For our King, 
 Sparkling waters sweet and rare, 
 
 From Life's spring 
 
 To the traveler on Lite's road, 
 
 Thirsting so — 
 Bending 'neath sin's heavy load, 
 
 We must go. 
 
 That the nectar of love's wine 
 
 He may sup; 
 Sparkling draught of Light divine, 
 
 Fill his cup. 
 
 We are as the potter's clav 
 
 In Love's mold; 
 He refines all dross away 
 
 From the gold. 
 
 Till a vessel we shall be, 
 
 Bright and fail". 
 Fitted for eternit) , 
 
 With his care. 
 
i*ag^ 37 
 
 Wait Not! 
 
 Wait not till 1 am gone, 
 To breathe some word 
 Of love and friendship dear 
 
 In waiting ear. 
 But speak that word of gold 
 To this sad heart, 
 Wait not, Life soon is old 
 
 And must depart. 
 
 Wait not, we cannot claim 
 
 One single day; 
 
 Cannot prolong one hour 
 
 Life's frail flower. 
 So give thy deeds of love 
 With lavish hand; 
 Cast thy bread on waters 
 
 Is God*s command. 
 
 Wait not if you cun give 
 
 But one kind word, 
 
 A sorrowing heart doth feel, 
 
 And kind words heal. 
 So speak that word and soothe 
 Some grief and pain. 
 Wait not, the moments fly, 
 
 And death is ni2;h. 
 
Fuge 38 
 
 Be Pleasant 
 
 We should always stri\ e to be pleasant. 
 
 What is the use of a frown : 
 The world would reflect vour true visage, 
 
 Then let not \ our mouth drop down. 
 
 Hold up vour head and be cheerful, 
 Greet friend or foe with a smile. 
 
 No use to pine o'er disappointments; 
 You'll grow used to them after awhile. 
 
 You ma\ think the world owes \ ou a living. 
 And seems very slow with her pav; 
 
 But you'll find, dear friend, 'tis the hustler, 
 Alone draws his pension toda\ . 
 
 So let not \ our heart grow hardened 
 With fuming and fretting o'er ills 
 
 'Tis the hustler that's cheerful and pleasant 
 Who succeeds in climbing life's hills. 
 
Page jp 
 
 Mother's Consolation 
 
 Little foot steps on the stair, 
 Fitter, patter, all day long; 
 
 Little voices unaware, 
 
 Breaking into merry song. 
 
 Childish laughter, gay and sweet, 
 Thrilling us with music through; 
 
 And the skipping little feet, 
 Make us long to youth renew. 
 
 Finger-prints on window panes. 
 
 You have polished bright and fair 
 Little foot-steps; muddy stains, 
 • You will find most everywhere. 
 
 But when day hath quickly sped, 
 And you tuck each one away. 
 
 What a thankful prayt-r is said — 
 That 'tis such drive, care away. 
 
Page 40 
 
 A Thanksgiving Prayer 
 
 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou dost lead 
 
 Me thru the darkest night; 
 And clinging to Thy hand I plead. 
 
 Be ever Thou my Light. 
 And tho the way to mortal sense, 
 
 Be sometimes steep and rough, 
 Thv loving hand doth lead me hence; 
 
 This promise be enough. 
 
 1 thank Thee, Lord, that thru the da\' 
 
 Thou still dost kindly lead; 
 Lest unto voices by the way, 
 
 I shouldst give erring heed. 
 'Tis not within the night alone, 
 
 I wouldst with Thee abide; 
 For by the wav be manv a stone; 
 
 Be ever Thou mv ijuide. 
 
Fage 41 
 
 With You Away 
 
 The roses bloom in June as thev have al- 
 ways done; 
 
 The birds pour forth their tune, the bab- 
 bling brooklets run, 
 
 The Summer follows Spring with all her 
 wonted flowers — 
 
 Yet fails my heart to sing, for lonely are 
 the hours. 
 
 The roses bloom in time; their fragrance 
 
 is but dross: 
 The birds sing out of rime; life is a bitter 
 
 cross: 
 No more do joy-bells ring; the meadows 
 
 barren be: 
 Tho' daises bloom in spring — they have 
 
 no bloom for me. 
 
Page 42 
 
 When Dad Comes Home 
 
 When dad comes home \ou bet we hump 
 
 And hustle, Hully Gee — 
 To get things back into the place 
 
 Dad thinks thev oughter be. 
 
 For if he finds the hammer out, 
 
 Or just a tew old nails. 
 We get a lecture mighty right. 
 
 For dad's sight never fails. 
 
 He told ma he thought when she 
 
 Had nothing else to do, 
 She'd make us kids keep things in place 
 
 And neat and tidy too. 
 
 Hut ma she smiled and said she knew 
 
 'Twas bad, but all the joy 
 She ever had was long ago. 
 
 When she was just a boy. 
 
 Then dad he laughed and said, "I'll swan 
 
 You women are amazin,' 
 But in my day no kids e'er got 
 
 Such foolish rekless ralzin'." 
 
P^gf 43 
 
 "Jimmie" 
 
 If mother says, 'Now, Jimmie, dear, 
 You cannot go, I've told you nay,' 
 I whine around her rockin' chair, 
 'Till soon she says 'Go ofFan' stay — ' 
 
 If father says, 'Now, James, my son. 
 You cannot go,' I do not tease, 
 
 I know right now's my time to run; 
 I don't even ask him 'If you please.' 
 
 If mother says, 'No, Jimmie, dear 
 I've not a cent for you this time,* 
 
 I hang around her rockin' chair. 
 An' soon tease up a silver dime. 
 
 If father says, 'No, James my boy, 
 I've told you not a cent today,' 
 
 I trot right off an' don't annoy. 
 For father has a queerish way. 
 
 If he says, 'No,' I understand 
 
 That 'no' it means an' nothin' less. 
 
 But mother's 'no,' if you'll just tease. 
 Will nearly always mean a 'yes.' 
 
Page 44 
 
 A Little Boy's Wish 
 
 I wish Christmas would hurry on, 
 
 Fm tired 'bein' so good. 
 I want to hollow, romp and play, 
 
 And when I like, be rude. 
 
 But if I get a little bad, 
 
 My mama looks quite grum 
 
 And says "I'm 'fraid my little lad, 
 Santa will never corne." 
 
 And if my sister I just tease. 
 To try to have some fun. 
 
 My mama looks at me and says, 
 "You'll never get that gun." 
 
 And when I pull the kitty's tail 
 
 Until I make her yell. 
 My mother says, "My little boy 
 
 A little bird will tell." 
 
 If I jist had that little gun, 
 
 There's one thing that I'm sure. 
 
 That Santa Claus would get no tales, 
 From that bird any more. 
 
 And so I wish that Santa Claus 
 Would hurry with his pack, 
 
 And then I'd do'just as I pleased 
 ('Till he was comin' back.) 
 
Ph^ 45 
 
 My Paw 
 
 My Paw he is the bestest Paw, 
 
 A boy ever had; 
 He never gets too tired to romp. 
 
 Just like he was a lad; 
 *N' when he comes home Saddy nights 
 
 I set up, tho' tis late, 
 A waitin' for his train to come 
 
 *N' meet him at the gate. 
 
 He asks about our baseball team, 
 
 \¥ho made the finest hit, 
 <N' when I make the best home run. 
 
 He is so proud of it; 
 He says I know you'll make your mark, 
 
 I knew it long ago; 
 We' 11 look on you with pride my son, 
 
 You'll beat **Ty Cobb," I know. 
 
 *N' then when I go oiF to school 
 
 Just think how proud he'll be. 
 By heart I'll learn each baseball rule, 
 
 *N' play way up in G. 
 'N' Paw he'll read about me then, 
 
 *N' wipe his specs inside. 
 Because the tears will fill his eyes. 
 
 But they'll be tears o' pride. 
 
 He'll hand the paper then to Maw, 
 
 Who never liked ball much, 
 *N' say read this. This is our son, 
 
 I tell you he's some Dutch, 
 He'll put that paper under lock, 
 
 *N' read it every day, 
 Sayin' <*he's a chip oif the old block,** 
 
 I knowd he'd play that way. 
 
Page 46 
 
 The Swimmin' Hole 
 
 I'd hate like whizz to be a girl 
 
 An' sweep an' sew an' cook. 
 Or set aroun' the livelong day 
 
 An' read some story book. 
 Jes' lemme git my iishin' pole 
 
 An' can o' wrigglin' bate, 
 I'll seek right straight our swimmin' hole 
 
 An' stay there till it's late. 
 
 The woods are full O' dogwood bloom. 
 The streams are full o' trout; 
 
 My heart keeps thumpin' to a tune 
 O' things what calls you out. 
 
 I wisht there wa'nt no wood to saw 
 
 Nor grist to take to mill; 
 I wisht there was a nachal law 
 
 *At would our cravin's fill, 
 An' then my time would be my own 
 
 To do with as I might. 
 I'd hike right to our swimmin' hole 
 
 An' stay there till *twas night. 
 
 No\v maw she is the scary kind. 
 
 Afraid for boys to swim. 
 She [hinks that water jis' knee-deep 
 
 'S enufffor me an' Jim. 
 An' so we gits our fishin' pole 
 
 To fish in four mile brook, 
 An' lopes right to our swimmin' hole 
 
 In McAlpin's deepest crook. 
 
Page 47 
 
 The Traveling Man 
 
 There are laggards in the world's best business. 
 There are drones in her busiest hive; 
 
 But The-Man-on-the-Road 
 Never tires of his load. 
 He's the hustler that keeps things alive. 
 
 The market mav waver or falter, 
 
 And traffic go fast or go slow. 
 
 But Knight-of-the-Grip 
 Keeps a stiff upper lip. 
 
 His grit keeps him ever ago. 
 
 The sky may be smiling or frowning; 
 
 The w eather be zero or hot; 
 
 Yet The- All-Round-Drummer 
 Says < 'Ain't she a hummer," 
 
 I'm thankful no worse is my lot. 
 
 He may meet a warm welcome or cold one. 
 His train mav be earlv or late, 
 
 'Yet The-One-Man-of-Pluck 
 Never curses his luck 
 Nor lays his misfortune to fate. 
 
 His orders may thrill him with pleasure. 
 Again they may cause him mi' h woe. 
 
 But The-Man-\v ith-the Nerve 
 Does not falter nor swerve. 
 'Tis busir.ess to keep on the go. 
 
 He's the backbone of business endeavor, 
 He's the sinew and muscle of trade, 
 Three cheers for The- Road-Wearv -Traveler, 
 He's the Hero that Pros;ress has made. 
 
Page 48 
 
 '^Daddy Jim" 
 
 1 u'ish that every little boy 
 
 Had a Daddy Jim like me; 
 A Daddy Jim with heart of juy. 
 
 Yet fearless as can be. 
 
 My Daddy Jim's an engineer, 
 A "Rounder" you must know. 
 
 And when he blows his whistle clear, 
 I know 'tis time to go. 
 
 Just as he pulls into the yard, 
 
 1 wave a welcome fair, 
 And hear him halloa, << Hello, Pard, 
 
 I knew you'd be right there." 
 
 His cheery greeting often brings 
 The tears to brave men's eyes; 
 
 For well thev know some run mav prove 
 The one beyond the skies. 
 
 And mammy dear and me no more 
 Could meet him on the yard. 
 
 And hear his greetings as of vore, 
 * 'Hello! my little Pard."' 
 
 And so my prayer is, **A11 Wise One, 
 
 iVlu-ter of earth and sea, 
 Keep iJaddy Jim safe on his run 
 
 And bring him home to me. 
 
 "And other engineers as brave — 
 
 Be ever. Thou, their Guide, 
 And save their lives as they would save. 
 
 The lives of those who ride.'" 
 
Page 4g 
 
 The Three Puppies 
 
 Three little puppies. Snip, Snap and Snarl, 
 Grew in the same basket , in the same stall; 
 Gnawed the same bone and lapped the same whey. 
 But when they grew larger, growled puppy-way. 
 
 This grieved mother Spot, who tried them to train. 
 They snipped, they snapped and they snarled oft again. 
 She tried for to teach them that home puppies three. 
 Should ever be gentle and ever agree. 
 
 They list to her reas'ning and promised they would. 
 
 All three little puppies be gentle and good; 
 
 But if Snip found a bone just one inch longer 
 
 Than Snap's or than Snarl's, the quarrel grew stronger. 
 
 If Snap found a crust, tho' *twas old and stale. 
 Snip and Snarl growled puppy-like with out fail; 
 Should Snarl lap first, from a full milking pan. 
 All growled and growled as only puppies can. 
 
 Mother Spot was quite worried, as mothers oft be. 
 
 She longed for puppies to kindly agree; 
 
 She feared that such manners would grow as they grew, 
 
 And she knew such growling in "dogs" would ne'er do. 
 
 Wee lassies and laddies this lesson's for you — 
 For children, sometimes, like puppies will do. 
 But if you'll remember, wee Snip, Snap and Snarl, 
 I know you never, no, never, will quarrel. 
 
Fagc SO 
 
 Memory 
 
 1 look inio thine eves, sweet memor\'. 
 
 And in their depths, I read of other days: 
 The hawthorn hedge, the daisy lea. 
 
 The babbling brook that sings its merry lays; 
 And looking, dream that 1 am young again; 
 
 I roam the forest, wild and free 
 I seek the shaded bovver that lovers ken. 
 
 The rustic seat, beneath Love's trysting tree. 
 
 The primrose from the dell I bring, 
 
 And place within tlie hand of one so fair; 
 It uhispers to her heart, **Love is th\- Kiitg," 
 
 And jov pervades the atniosphere. 
 Now steals into her cheek a warm soft glmv; 
 
 Pier eyes are raised to mine in wondering quest- 
 1 press my lips to hers, --and know 
 
 Soul meets soul in love's fond caress. 
 
 1 look into thine e\es, sweet memory; 
 
 The flow ers bloom no more, as \esterdav. 
 Bleak is the hedge, and bare the lea; 
 
 The babbling brook now sings a sadder lay, 
 'I'he lover's bower with traihng \\ codbine dead, 
 
 The crumbling seat, the barren tree, 
 'f"he yellow primrose in its Winter's bed; 
 
 Th.e ruined castles, once S(j dear U) me. 
 The russet leaves, about me fall; 
 
 1 hear again, a soft and lightsome tread, 
 A voice from out the happ)' Past doth call; 
 
 I stretch m\- arms unto my dead. 
 
 () memor\' ! forgi\e, if I forget 
 
 That thou alone hast e'er been true to me. 
 Forgive that 1 know one regret, 
 
 I loved her fondly ere I dreamed of thee; 
 vXnd yet, within thine eyes I ga'/e and dream. 
 
 For thou alone, canst heal m\ woe; 
 The light of other davs from thee 1 glean, 
 
 [ love the for her sake, vSweet Long Ago. 
 
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