P s f^nfr 9lS J ^^^P^''^-^^-TftS5%^v^ 1' . % ' # - ^ ...k \.,,,.J^..M. y ■ r y^^^'' v"-i ^vS*-^" ^jti^gjdl ■;FGFR,EST ■^v HATin,l. i IP r m uvm 'ih:\-^w\(''','\[.hm!i Class Book. CopyrightN!*_£i^ COPYRIGHT DEPOSm POEMS OF LIFE POEMS OF LIFE By KATHARINE FORREST HAMILL PHILADELPHIA PETER REILLY, PUBLISHER 133 N. THIRTEENTH STREET 1915 Copyright 1915, by Peter Reilly Published July, 1915 FIRST IMPRKSSIOM ^^ (C5CI,A411034 TO GRACE BARTLETT STRYKER Words fail me when I strive to say What youVe meant to me — for so long a day Hope — Inspiration — Sympathy. Steadfast and true, whate'er might be. priv'lege rarest to the end As in the past, to call you — friend. [IX] AUTHOR'S NOTE The poems contained within the following pages are children of the brain which at intervals obtruded their company, and which, such as they are, at the solcitation of my friends, I have ventured to set down. K. F. H. [XI] CONTENTS Dedication IX Author's Note XI POEMS OF LIFE. Page Today 5 Jewels 6 Something Gone 7 A-Maying 8 Tribute 9 Good-Bye 10 The Wondrous Song 14 Miladi 17 The Something-my-lif e-has-missed 18 Contentment 20 Gone 21 To My Muse 22 Conception 24 Awakening 25 The House Built on Sands 26 To a Butterfly 28 A Fragment 29 Query 30 [ XIII ] CONTENTS— (Continued) Page I Close Mine Eyes 32 Understanding 33 We Met in May 34 I Turn Me Down a Lighted Way 36 Counsel 37 Decision 39 You Never Guessed the Secret 40 The Light 42 Education 43 Re-Adjustment 44 FROM ''RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS'^ When Grandmama Was Little 53 Harold's Lament 55 Mrs. Spider 57 The Naughty Little Girl 58 On the Stair 60 The Land O'Dreams 61 The Middle of the Night 63 V^Hien Our Fathers Were Little Boys 65 Slumber Land 67 The New Brother 68 [XIV] POEMS OF LIFE POEMS OF LIFE TO-DAY rpHE Yesterdays we might have called -*- our own But which, in our blindness, we let slip by, Alas ! they know not to return again, Deep-buried doth each, within its grave, lie. But belov'ed, now that we have made The golden secret ours — to hold alway We will not sorrow o^er departed hours — Just live in God^s great glorious — To-day ! [ 5 ] POEMS OF LIFE JEWELS OH, not the gracious deeds your kindness knew, dear. When shone my sun and skies were ever fair; But the more precious sympathies you tendered In sorrow's hour. Those my jewels rare Which dearer, than offering wealth knows to proffer, ril keep beside me whatever may attend, Nor render up so long as Life's day lasteth, — Aye, and take with me, when shall plead its end. [ 6 ] POEMS OF LIFE SOMETHING GONE VOU come to me — you take my hand, -■" You try to make me see Things should become as they once were, 'Twixt you and me. I listen to each word, you say, I mark well ev'ry tone. Only to find — you plead in vain, — There's something gone. Something gone — that cannot come back again, Tho' most entreatingly you pray. Yet, not mine the fault, — but yours alone, It went away. [ 7 ] POEMS OF LIFE A-MAYING WE will go a-Maying dear, Just you and I together, Oh, the glory of God's blossoming Sunshiny weather! Ev'ry ill we will forget. Nor remember a regret, For 'twill never do to fret Whilst we are a-straying. Only laughter ringing clear. Waking echo far and near; You and I so happy dear; A-Maying ! A-Maying ! [ 8 ] POEMS OF LIFE TRIBUTE nnO prove myself— aye, that's my aim, -^ To prove myself for those Who took me by the hand and held. Nor cared if others chose To notice or pass coldly by. Thro' stormiest of weather Stood ever at my side, and said We'll face the world together! [9] POEMS OF LIFE GOOD-BYE She p OOD-BYE, yes, Fve decided ^ It's best — it should not go on, The quite delightful companionship You and I, for some time, have known. No, do not try to dissuade tne, Fve thought it most carefully o'er, To arrive at but one conviction — We must see each other no more. He And you think to sever our friendship By a mere putting away. Letting the same, as it were, slip from us Nor permitting me to say, A word in defence of its going As if Fd no right to share In the matter of decision I ask you, — Is it fair? POEMS OF LIFE GOOD-BYE (continued) She Man-like you refuse to reason To see it's the only way, That the step really should have been taken Even before to-day. With you 'tis quite different, — the matter, — YouVe privilege entire of your life; But my freedom bows to restriction, — I am another man's wife. He Yes, another man's wife, but the honor The Fates have conferred, it would seem He doesn't the quite appreciate, — At least, 'tis the knowledge I gleam. From observing his attitude towards you. Which I'm sure, — and you can but agree. Is not in the least in keeping with what A husband's towards a wife should be. [11] POEMS OF LIFE GOOD-BYE (continued) She And his failing you think permits me Favor to accept at your hands, That the vow I took at the altar Ceases to impose its demands. In sickness or health I promised, *Tor better or worse'', — till the day. He who gave should in his judgment See fit to take away. He And you'll let it bind you, that promise, To a man who does not care; Whose interest is the thoroughly selfish, In whose secrets — you do not share. Listen, dear, the privilege of Mortals, — To get what we can out of life. Free yourself from the bond that is irksome And find happiness, as my wife. [12] POEMS OF LIFE GOOD-BYE (contiiiued) She ; Nay, not so, the rule of living Holds faithful but to the one test; Nor counts it — another^s transgression. We must give of ourselves — our best. Of no use to appeal the exception, The truth remains fix'ed alway. So, good-bye, it must be, — and, God bless you,— There is nothing more to say. [13] POEMS OF LIFE THE WONDROUS SONG T LONGED to sing a wondrous song, ■*■ So wondrous, 'twould compel The admiration unreserved Of one and all as well. My pen I took in hand and strove The magic words to write, Alas ! I could not of my Muse Inspiration invite. She would not humor, tho' I begged Persistently and long For the right metre — the right thought. To best set down my song. ^Twas stately phrase I coveted. The Laurel I would court — That of the world's acknowledgment Of unsurpass'ed thought. [14] POEMS OF LIFE THE WONDROUS SONG (continued) At length disheartened, my appeal Knew, but to be denied, I rose and to the window moved. And marked the scene outside. All quiet stretched the land before, Enwrapt in the soft haze Which with such rare enchantment clothes Autumn's initial days. Idly my glance the expanse swept Till it came to where lay Outside the gate, the winding road Leading to far-away. Then with the moment light was mine — Yet not complex its thought. The inspiration which appealed Was different, from that sought. [15] POEMS OF LIFE THE WONDROUS SONG (continued) The winding road — the simple theme- They who followed after — The toll it wrested of sad tears, For short dole of laughter. The tranquil ways bidden farewell, To seek of its unrest, The truth alas ! too oft brought home. The paths forsook, were best. Could I but so compose a lay. That one who heard might pause. Nor continue to sacrifice In an unrighteous cause. And keep his soul tho' it should be By cruelest conflict wrung, I need not further supplicate — My wondrous song were sung. [16] POEMS OF LIFE MILADI TVyrlLADI is so wonderful in furbelows ^^ and laces; Miladi is so wonderful of such beguiling graces; My poor faint heart goes pit-a-pat when she her Slave addresses I wonder if how much I love, Miladi guesses ! Miladi is so wonderful, her dimples and her curls ; Miladi is so wonderful, my mind bewildered whirls; Oh would some pow'r benign might make it plain for me to see How much it is, in very truth, Miladi thinks of me. [17] POEMS OF LIFE THE SOMETHING MY LIFE HAS MISSED TT whispers in the murmur -*- Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev'ry flawless sky. And oh ! when twilight gathers And its curtain gently falls, The-something-my-life-has-missed Calls and calls. Part of the Throng have found it. The light within their eyes Pleads of too great a radiance The truth to disguise. Their world is all they wish for, Nor know they to implore From off Destiny's altar Happiness more. [18] POEMS OF LIFE THE SOMETHING MY LIFE HAS MISSED (continued) It whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of evYy flawless sky. Some day I, too, shall know it In all its ecstaey, The-something-my-life-has-missed Will come to me. [19] POEMS OF LIFE CONTENTMENT rpO have you with me day by day -*- Watch you flitting to and fro, In and out this room and that, Up and down the stairs and lo! With each turn mark you at Some task benign — love bids you know. To have you with me day by day, A tender, trusting, gracious self Let the world treasure as it may. To me, far dearer than its wealth Your comradeship. Nor pleads the hour In all God's calendar so true. With blessing richer for its dow'r Than the rare one which gave me, — you. [20] POEMS OF LIFE GONE T TURN to find you, •*• But do not see — Who at my side I knew Continually. Again, I hearken! But do not hear. Your voice answer mine In tones so clear. Gone ! — nevermore on earth To see, to know. And I still live on God! — is it so? [21] POEMS OF LIFE TO MY MUSE T ET others bow before Wealth's shrine, ^ And tribute render up For the pleasures manifold it brings To overflow Life's cup. But at your altar, Muse, I kneel And reverential pray, When darkness would have claimed my soul — You held its blight at bay. My sky of Life was overcast — i Nor showed one patch of blue — Love had betrayed, and deep, — ah, deep ! My heart drank of its rue. Where lo ! a hand my shoulder pressed, E'en as I would give up ; — I turned, — your eyes looked into mine — There passed the cup. [22] POEMS OF LIFE TO MY MUSE (continued) A music wonderful entranced Which led to heights afar; Ever it beckoned on, and on, My guiding star. The chains that hitherto had held, — How worthless proved their pow'r! Instead of wishing Life to pass I thanked God for each hour. Let others how before WealtNs shrine, And tribute render up For the pleasures manifold it brings To overflow Lifers cup. But at your altar, Muse, I kneel And reverential pray, When darkness would have claimed my soul, — You held its blight at bay. [23] POEMS OF LIFE CONCEPTION rn the many you give of your lighter vein ■^ Laughter and gay repartee. But the deeper side, — that which thinks things out, You give to me. With the many you play Life's make- believe game; 'Tis a bantering light they see When they look in your eyes, their earnest gaze You save for me. The many accept you for what you would seem; From such blundering am I free: I know you for your own true self, — the self You are to me. [24] POEMS OF LIFE AWAKENING r\H, truth was mine before. I knew ^ The sun was gold; the skies of day were blue; But the wonder of things, dear — this never grew Until into my life, God's grace sent you. [25] POEMS OF LIFE THE HOUSE BUILT ON SANDS WE will go, he said, far, far away, And a world make of our own. A kingdom, such as never before On land or sea, has been known. She smiled into his eyes, — and oh ! the look Of perfect trust she gave As he gathered her close, vowing the while Allegiance unto the grave. Well, they went away and made their world As others had done before. For the time being love blinding them To the confine of its shore. They were all-in-all to each other, alone, And it mattered not a whit, That, in the scheme of things outside the pale. They were not permitted to fit. [26] POEMS OF LIFE THE HOUSE BUILT ON SANDS (continued) Defiance they flung in the face of dissent! Life, — was it not their right To live it as thev wanted to? And they would, all warning despite. Why burden the pages by writing down Their history in detail? Was ever yet such a compact made That was known not to fail Twas a question of time, — '^The house built on sands^^ From its moorings slipped away; They who court Fate's disfavor — or soon — or late, "Pass under the rod'' of her sway. [27] POEMS OF LIFE TO A BUTTERFLY "pUTTERFLY, Butterfly, ^ Roaming thro' the air — Flying here, flying there, Flying — everywhere. Bending o'er the roses' petals, Drinking of their dew. Then away — with quick dart — Cleaving towards the blue! Butterfly, Butterfly, Roaming thro' the air — If I, like you, had privilege. To wander ev'ryA\^here. I'd spread my wings and soar up ! up ! Straight to Heav'n's door — And when I got there Butterfly, I'd roam no more! [28] POEMS OF LIFE A FRAGMENT T^ LOWERS exquisite frequent thrive, ^ Hidden in the shade Of some o'er-arching foliage In a secluded glade. They need the shadow, not the sun, To best perfect their bloom. E'en so, life's rarest thought expands Oft, in its darkened room. [29] POEMS OF LIFE QUERY "Y^OU love me, you say, and want me ■^ To become your own. I believe you are in earnest now, But, — as the years go on — What do you think will happen ! Shall we travel side by side. Lovers, and faithful companions, Whatever may betide? So many have taken the venture. But to find it turn out for the bad. Who, at the beginning, just as much faith In a different outcome had. That Fm fearful our fate might be like theirs, — Have we proof, think you, it will not? A guarantee, — we shall never grow tired And want to unfasten the knot? [30] POEMS OF LIFE QUERY (continued) Tho' my love is yours, 'twere far better, Our paths separately should trend; Than start together, and then diverge, Nor accomplish the journey's end. [31] POEMS OF LIFE I CLOSE MINE EYES T CLOSE mine eyes, and see you dear •*■ As in the dear, dead days; The tender grace, and strength of poise, Marking you from the rest apart. And oh ! it seems as if I must Enfold you to my heart. I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; The hair's soft fall over the brow. Within your eyes love's ardent light. It cannot be ! it cannot be ! My day has turned to night. I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; Before love's bitter aftermath Whose penalty 'tis mine to know. Oh ! come to me from out its void ! / need you so! I need you so. [32] POEMS OF LIFE UNDERSTANDING TT'OU have not spoken the word, dear, -^ But I know! I know! It came to me of a-sudden How you loved me so ! A glance which escaped unguarded. The truth made plain. IVe hugged its memory to me Over, and over again! You have not spoken the word, dear. But I know ! I know ! It came to me of a-sudden How you loved me so ! A breath, with a catch in the taking, — And my world, you see, Became changed, — for I love you, dear! As you love me ! [33] POEMS OF LIFE WE MET IN MAY TT7E met in May, I know you have for- '^ gotten, Have long since put all thought of me away; Yet in my heart the memory ever lingers, — We met in May. Fragrant the air with redolence of blossom ! Matchless the sky of perfect, cloudless blue ! And oh! the music that the world was ringing — When I met you. Another has your fancy from me captured; Her lot, — Fate's tenderer impulse to know. Whilst I, adown the years waiting the facing, Alone, must go. [34] POEMS OF LIFE WE MET IN MAY (continued) No thought is mine save that bequeaths a blessing; — God grant your life be a long, happy day. You have forgotten, but I must remember, — We met in May. [35] POEMS OF LIFE I TURN ME DOWN A LIGHTED WAY T TURN me down a lighted way ■*■ Where laughter rings and song floats out; And, as I gain the happy throng, All eagerly they flock about. I smile on this side, and on that. Join the gay flow of repartee : Yet, deep, deep down, within my heart Echoes the endless moan for thee. I hark to him who compliments, Within my eyes a sparkling light. I play the game, — nor does he guess Its fire has burned to ashes white. They count me merriest of all. Not one who notes the deep-down sigh, Who lists — Life's tragic undertone, — We^ve said good-bye — we^ve said good-bye* [36] POEMS OF LIFE COUNSEL TTAVE you balked at the test youVe been ■*■■■- put to, Are you weary of straining a point? Is the fight too hard, the way too long? Is there too much of sighing, too little of song? Does ev'ry thing seem to be going wrong? The scheme entire, as it were, out of joint? Then lend me an ear whilst I counsel awhile, You must take a fresh grip, my friend. The game is yours if you'll make it your own, Defeat is a word that need never be known. He who sticks in his mount, cannot be thrown. Let his steed strive its best to that end. [37] POEMS OF LIFE COUNSEL (continued) The sun goes down with the gloom of each night, But it rises again with each morn, And there's so much of brightness to be gathered in, Such wonderful happiness ours to win, Throw despair to the winds, and anew begin. Standing forth — the Mortal re-born! [38] POEMS OF LIFE DECISION AT times, I think, were we to talk it over The something wanting in your life and mine. We might arrive at clearer understanding The cause of our unhappiness define. Yet, ever with the impulse strong upon me Such course to follow out as for the best, Comes swift the contradictory impression,— 'Twould useless be to put it to the test. That sympathy which pleads when souls are mated Is the so woefully lacking, — 'tis clear, It could not prove aught else than effort wasted, — You are so far, — to try and draw you near. [39] POEMS OF LIFE YOU NEVER GUESSED THE SECRET YOU never guessed the secret, Nor have unto to-day. The truth of it never reached you, I hid it so well away. The truth of how I loved you. Yet spake not, for your sake ; Nor is it easy to put aside What One so longs to take. The voice of you, in my musings. The glance of you, in my dreams; The feeling, you ever were near me. Even now, how compelling it seems! As if but to turn — were to see you; To know the clasp of your hand ; Yet, I guarded the knowledge carefully. And you did not understand. [40] POEMS OF LIFE YOU NEVER GUESSED THE SECRET (continued) Still the thought of you hurt, and I hungered — Hungered, day and night. It will count when the story is ended, I was able to see aright. You never guessed the secret. Nor have unto to-day. The truth of it never reached you, I hid it so well away. [41] POEMS OF LIFE THE UGHT npHE light! the light! ■*• For all is dark, The light I pray, My feet stumble, I cannot find the way. The light! the light! For all is dark, Soon the night Complete, will overtake The light! the light! Oh! God— the light! [42] POEMS OF LIFE EDUCATION TT'OU say you are shocked, my lady, — and ■^ so you ought to be. A comedy, quite upon my soul. To make me love you, — then fence about When I demand only righteous toll. An innocent flirtation, you intended no harm, — Well, a lesson the trifler learns. To keep a safe distance away from fire, — For the truth, not the lie, it burns. [43] POEMS OF LIFE RE-ADJUSTMENT "VT'OU beg of me to forgive you -*- The Other in your life. She, who has for some time, Fve discovered, Been defrauding the wife. You avow you never loved her That 'twas she led you along — And why hold one responsible Who's not guilty of a wrong? Won't I forgive, as you urge me, Forgive and try to forget? Let the rest of your life be a token, Of how sincere your regret. I must have time for my answer, Some things take the breath — It seems to die, we need not Always wait for death. [44] POEMS OF LIFE RE-ADJUSTMENT (continued) I loved you so absolutely, Thought you so completely my own ; I never questioned but that we meant All in all to each other — alone. And you the while were betraying The faith I held so dear, i Selling the same to another — No, do not come near. When its foundation becomes weakened, A structure is undermined, Nor can it at all times, be strengthened anew, They who venture the effort, find. I will do my best to replace it — The foundation my trust hath known ; Should I fail — tho' sincere my intention — tion — You must go on your way — alone. [45] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" Acknowledgment Is made to Messrs. George W. Jacobs & CJompany for their courtesy in granting permission to reprint in this volume verses from "Rhymes for Wee Sweethearts." FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" WHEN GRANDMAMA WAS UTTLE WHEN grandmama was little — It was years and years ago, In what folks call, at this time. The old-fashioned days, you know — Why, she had such a perfect time, The best you ever saw : We wish that we'd been little Same time as grandmama. She tells us all about it. And then, if we are good. And just sit still and listen. The way all children should. And never interrupt a bit. Or question 'bout the rest Till she's all through, she shows us The things up in her chest. [53] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" WHEN GRANDMAMA WAS LITTLE (continued) I can't begin to tell you The half of what is there : The rag-dolls soiled and faded That haven't any hair, And toys, and — oh, yes! — lady-dolls, And, folded with the rest, A little rose-bud muslin frock. Her one-time very best. And there's her picture taken In this self -same gown. With ruffles reaching to the waist And panties showing down; Hair parted in the middle ; Over each ear a curl : Oh! but our grandmama was pretty! When a little girl ! [54] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" HAROLD'S LAMENT BLAMED if I see any fun In being a boy, With everybody trying Their hardest to annoy ! It's "Harold'' here, and "Harold" there Until they have me sick Of "Run along!"— "Don't be slow!"— Or "Hurry up; be quick!" First some one sends me down-stairs, I run with might and main ; Before I'm half-way there it's turn And run right up again! And sure as I go out to play, Or have a little fun, I'm called straight in : there's something else A-waiting to be done ! [55] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" HAROLD'S LAMENT (continued) I just believe Fll run away; Pack all my things and go! Can't see the use of staying 'round And being treated so! For I just bet when they were small, Not one of them would do Half of the errands and the things That Fm expected to! [56] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" MRS. SPIDER BROTHER DICK and I one day Watched Mrs. Spider spin away : My, how she spun, and spun, and spun, Until she had her web all done ! Then, brother Dick, he said to me : "Now, where can Mr. Spider be?'' We watched, but didn't see him come. So I guess he couldn't have lived at home. [57] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" THE NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL WHEN Fm so awf ly naughty, And just won't do The very littlest tiny thing That Fm told to, But kick and scream when any one Attempts to come my way. And press my fingers to my ears . To miss what they may say, Why, then my mother says that I'm As bad as bad can be ; She says she thinks it's some one else Instead of me. [58] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS' THE NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL (continued) She says she's sure the little girl She used to know Would never do the horrid things That hurt her so; And though she doesn't try to whip, She looks so very sad That somehow I just get ashamed And can't keep being bad : I chase the naughty girl away As far as far can be ; Then I run and kiss my mother, so She'll know I'm me! [59] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" ON TTIE STAIR A WEE form nestles on the stair, Two eyes betraying The Sand-man has overtaken there Wee steps delaying. Too tired to mount the flight to bed, Dear little tumbled golden head. Just resting there a while instead. Through dreamland straying. [60] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS' THE LAND O' DREAMS ALL aboard for the Land o' Dreams! (One for the money and two for the show!) All aboard for the Land o' Dreams ! (Three to make ready and four to go!) The passenger's late, But the cars all wait — Just hark to the brakeman's cries : "All aboard for the Land o' Dreams!'' — And the tickets are drowsy eyes. [61] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" THE LAND O' DREAMS (continued) II All aboard for the Land o' Dreams! (One for the money and two for the show!) All aboard for the Land o' Dreams! (Three to make ready and four to go!) The whistles sound, And the wheels go 'round, And the bright green fields slip past; The passenger's here and the track is clear To the Land o' Dreams at last ! [62] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT C OMETIMES at night I get awake ^ And alFs so dark and still — Why Vm 'bout scared even to take A deep-down breath, until I peer 'round first and try to see If everything's all right ! For the terriblest things can be, — The Middle of the Night. I want so much to cry right out — But I am awful 'f raid ! 'Cause, if those black things were about, They'd hear the noise I made. And mother sleeps so very sound. She mightn't hear, you see. And then they'd make a great big bound And run away with me. [63] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS'* THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (continued) So I lie just still as I can — My heart a-thumping so! Wishing I were a great big man, So rd not scare, you know. When oh! — the covers pull away And just as I begin To scream — why, I hear mother say It's her tucking them in ! [64] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" WHEN OUR FATHERS WERE LITTLE BOYS WHEN our fathers were little boys, Before they grew to men, I wonder did they make a noise Or have a good time then? I wonder did they ever fight And punch each other's nose? Or if they always did just right And never spoiled their clothes. I wonder did their mothers scold Sometimes and make them cry? I wonder if they ever told A teeny-weeny lie? I wonder if they ever had Such dirty hands and face? I wonder were they ever mad And banged things 'round the place? [65] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" WHEN OUR FATHERS WERE LITTLE BOYS (continued) I wonder did they ever run To fires hard as they could? Or if they called it better fun To sit still and be good? I wonder were they ever small And kept back in the shade? Or didn't they have to grow at all, But just come ready made? [66] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" SLUMBER LAND TO all: "Good-night!" Two eyes shut tight And baby's bound for Slumber, The land where all tired children go, The land where white dream-flowers grow Beyond my art to number : Winks And blinks And nods all past — Mother's arms are sure and fast. Off to Slumber Land at last, The moonlit Land of Slumber! [67] FROM "RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS" THE NEW BROTHER WE'VE got a new kid in our house ; And it 'bout gives me a fit, The fuss that everybody is A-making over it. All 'long Fve been the pet, you see, 'Twas me they tried to please But now, this other fellow has Them all upon their knees ! He's just about the ugliest! And really doesn't seem Able to do another thing But double up and scream. He's got no teeth, he's got no hair, — Worst curiosity ! I'd like some one to tell me why He counts for more than me ! [68] 1 iillliiilililiiililiiliiii 015 907 467 5 i