(I By J*> /*. Spiers Winter Osculations By /f • /* • Spiv* A" Copyright Applied for in the name of Henry H. Spier* m 28 isi^ CI.A513924 Winter Osculations Der Gross Ich Bin Der Keiser ist one lieble mann; He drew the sword to please the Lord. The Lord then took him at his word And placed him foremost in the van. Much labor has been spent to show How gracious er der Keiser ist. One day he smiles — und all aglow — The next he pounds them mit his fist. He talks of peace as mir und Gott, Forgetful God decries all war, He then tells someding vas its not Und does what all good men abhor. Perhaps some day der Keiser mit Will see where he made one sad move. In drawing swords to others hit, He hit himself but nicht in love. &) i n t e r Osculations When all ist settled down at last Und Keiser smokes on broken laws Sein Faterlandt may take a fast To see dings as they never vas. But ne'r again will Keiser dear Attempt to settle mit mailed fist. He'll see dings just as they are here Und find dings as already ist. A Girl's Soliloquy "I met a man the other day — I think he wants me for a wife. He said: 'Good Miss show me the way To end at once all earthly strife/ "I said to him, no one can tell, Perhaps the best is go to work. Just then it hit me like a bell Why work is strife which many shirk." fainter Osculations "One morn while crossing o'er the street, A man to me politely bowed. Perhaps I am quite indiscreet — He wants a wife I plainly showed." "Some one was passing at the time He said to me: 'Don't fear my miss, That man escaped from other clime, He's simply looking for a kiss.' " "Last night while I was in the town One looked at me most wondrous wise. He wants me sure said I : 'Renown Is written in his very eyes.' " "Just then I heard some one exclaim : 'When did that man escape from jail? We'l have him yet' he did proclaim, And then he told a sad, sad tale." "I find that every man on earth Is not yet looking for a wife. Winter Osculations Some look in fun and some in strife While others give their thoughts a birth." "Well let them look where'er they can, I do not fear as when a girl. I simply think here comes a man, And with the thought no flag unfurl." The World We Go When we leave this vale of tears, With its sorrows and its fears, What do we expect to know In the world we shortly go? Will my friends around me stand As a truly happy band? Will my sorrows then all cease ? Will the joys of life increase? These and more we all shall know In the world we shortly go. Surely it would pleasure be From a life of sin set free. Winter Osculations Joyful must one always stand, With temptation not at hand. Blessed must we life then know In the world we shortly go. But beyond this each must know AlPs conjecture here below. Where that land of beauty life? Is it land at all — no strife? These and more we all shall know In the world we shortly go. But one thing I long have thought, When we to such land are brought, What a joy for all to know Beauties of the world we go. Work The God of Love who gave us life Knows what is best for each to do. We may be victors in the strife Or idly wait, no thought pursue. Winter Osculations Tis not in wealth nor in renown, That brings the garnered sheaves at home; It's simple work — right up and down, And with that work reward will come. To him who sits and lingers long No prize in life can be obtained. He may be fair, he may be strong, But nothing can by him be gained. Let us by zealous art pursue Each task before, however small. It may require all we can do But on that task we rise or fall. Country Life There is a joy in country life No one can make quite clear. It comes in freedom from the strife Found oft in city cheer. Winter Osculations There is a joy in ev'ry breeze In purity of air, It comes to all throughout the trees- A clearness not elsewhere. There is a joy in wild wood life, As seen each day afar, No city, with its dizzened strife, Can view from bus or car. There is a joy abounding all, No matter what the stir. Tis found on hill, in dale at call, In lovely character. Hold fast that life, my girl or boy, Nor be at once dismayed. No other field has seen such joy Nor is it now displayed. is) i n t e r Osculations True Worth I stand beside the church-yard gate And sadly watch the hearse pass by. I think of him who once in state Now lowly rides and so must lie. I pass within. The church-yard scene Presents cold granite mounted high. Tis noted that the turf is green Where no such monument is nigh. In life as death the grandeur seen May mount aloft far in the sky. But dearest friend, what life has been Will count more worth to Him on high. The Confession We passed in quiet by the limb On which a hornet's nest was tied. One swayed the bough and gently tried To rouse the guard and speak to him. Winter Osculations He spoke just once — no more at all — It sounded like a distant bawl. The rest had beaten a retreat Acknowledging a quick defeat. One smarty with a black and tan At once invoked another plan. So calling round him all the boys Much to increase their future joys — Then throwing quickly a big stick He called on Black an Tan to "Sic." The dog his courage now displayed By doing as his master said. Two thousand hornets — more or less- Lit on his carcass to confess. The dog with sudden bound and yelp Ran to his master now for help. Four other boys in gay attire Had then to stand and take the fire. They stood around with wounds un- dressed And then their folly they confessed Winter Osculations So oft in life one stands around, Then enters on forbidden ground. He finds at last or finds it not To his surprise what he has got. When one is bitten on the toe He sometimes lets the others know. So stay away my youthful man, Nor enter on a doubtful plan. 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