PS 3545 . 133 J6 1909 Copy 1 Class ZgS >3^45 Copyright W.iffo}. COPYRIGHT DEW)SIT: BESSIE AND THE BABY. See Page "!). JOYS OF EARTH By HENRY S. WILCOX Author of Foibles of the Bench. A Strange Flaw, etc. ¥ CHICAGO WILCOX BOOKS CONCERN 163 RANDOLPH ST. 1909 Copyright 1909. HENRY S. WILCOX Entered at Stationers Hall. LIBRARY Of CONGRESS Two Codies Received APR 17 \m Copyriknt tntry XLASS 0_ ,Uc, No, i i Metrication To my wife : I fain would link this little book I write With some strong stay which time cannot de- stroy, So, when it else might sink from human sight, It would be kept afloat by this strong buoy. I look about and see this love of thine, How it abides in strength and fresh appears; Through pain and worry and through shade and shine It still stands firmly after thirty years. I know of naught more lasting on the Earth That better doth defy the tooth of time, Or aught that can excel such love in worth, So dedicate to thee this book of mine. Contents; PAGE Joys of Earth o The Old and the New Year 3 6 Retrospective 41 To a Friend 48 The Little Village Church Among the Trees 50 Des Moines 54 The Autumn Leaf 57 My Spirit Friends 58 Inspiration g^ Fond Memories 62 To My Violin 71 Music 75 Bessie and the Baby 79 Spring 83 A Great Operation 86 Natural Justice 88 Honest Tom 9 -< Fear of Ghosts 94 William the Silent 98 Mose Cohen's Insurance iO! The Taxidermist 104 Retribution 107 The Typewriter Girl 110 Money Lending 114 Weary 117 A Mexican Bull Fight 12 Our Country 12 6 The King of Mardi Gras 130 3toj>£f of Cartf) 3)opse of <$artfj I I have heard there's a land of the blest, Where the glorified ever shall roam; Where the poor and afflicted, and sorely oppressed, And the worn and the weary shall ever find rest, And the homeless shall find a sweet home. And when at the coming of day I have watched its fair glories unfurled, I sometimes have fancied I saw the bright way Where the feet of the blessed ones ever may stray Who dwell in that beautiful world. And often when daylight doth wane, And the setting sun kisses the skies, Through the half-parted curtains a rose-bordered lane Seems to lead to the bowers of that heavenly plain, Where the songs of the blessed arise. When night's sable mantle is spread, And I gaze on the star begemmed dome, The far lights that twinkle so brightly o'erhead Seem beacons of love by the Father's hand fed, To show me the way to that home. 3(op0 of And when on the moon's glowing face I gaze as she sails through the sky On the soft-flying cloudlets of silver I trace A hint of the beauty that shines in that place, Prepared for the faithful on high ; And I know the sweet joy that may come To the sin-racked and sorrow-crushed heart, When faith lifts the curtains so dismal and dun, And it feels the warm rays of eternity's sun And the bliss that its beauties impart; And I would not deprive any soul Of the comfort which comes from the thought; For sleeping or waking, I feel its control, And to reach that blessed haven is ever the goal For which my best efforts are wrought. While this Heaven of fancy I prize, And fondly I hope to get there, There are joys on this planet I do not despise ; They are closer to us than this home in the skies, And many exceedingly fair. Could our swift moving intellects spring From the earth to the furthermost star, Could we give our fond fancy the wildest of wing, And soar where the angels eternally sing, And select all the best from afar, PAGE 4 3!