3^r * <^ ^. -OK rl<^^ L^^r .^ ^"-^^^ V HO^ ^^^ \ - ^ ?- C ♦ co\.:^:7^'>o ^oV Decorated by Emily Hall Chamberlain The Bobbs- Merrill Company publishers Copyright 1887, 1888, 1893, 1899, 1903. 1910, 1911, 1913, 1914 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SEP to 1914 CI.A379455 WHEN SHE COMES HOME HEN she comes home again ! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness mt- ofe SSI rSKfi Of my glad welcome : I shall tremble — yes ; And touch her, as when first in the old days H. 'i^i f <:>^ ii£]tQcQ:Myfft^^iEk^ touched her girlish hand, nor dared upraise Mine eyes, such was my faint heart's sweet distress. KSfffifflfflHt^^SfflSSSH! :: Cloy eyesight — soul -sight, even — for a space; And tears — yes; and the ache here in the throat. iMiitiiii§iiiiiiiiiiii^iii^si8^n;ir?' mg^ffibaffiflaM^sg ED ..„, ^^^ '^'Mi. HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS I YOUK HANDS- they are strangely fair ! Fair — for the jewels that sparkle there, — Fair — for the witchery of the spell That ivory keys alone can tell ; But when their delicate touches rest Here in my own do 1 love them best. As I clasp with eager, acquisitive spans My glorious treasure of beautiful hands ! L£tIHKfcQM.^.ii^h"tri^ Marvelous — wonderful — beautiful hands! They can coax roses to bloom in the strands Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine, Under mysterious touches of thine, S I ;ij Into such knots as entangle the soul And fetter the heart under such a control As only the strength of my love understands — My passionate love for your beautiful hands. JS?i?5^^5S5^^£^3^^ As I remember the first fair touch Of those beautiful hands that I love so much, I seem to thrill as I then \A/as thrilled. Kissing the glove that I found unfilled — When 1 met your gaze, and the queenly bow. As you said to me, laughingly, ''Keep it noNA/T' . . . And dazed and alone in a dream 1 stand. Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand. NA/hen first 1 loved, in the long ago. And held your hand as I told you so — Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss n And said 'i could die for a hand like this !" Little 1 dreamed love's fullness yet Had to ripen when eyes were wet And prayers were vain in their wild demands For one warm touch of your beautiful hands. Wa^ ^0^ "^^^ '%^ « * •» ^^..*■ \ V ^ " * ' "• ' / ,^''- ^^-'^^ 5- .: O M ' <^ V WERT OOKSiNDlNG Cfantvill*. P