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 this book 
 
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 gratefully dedicated. 
 
FOREWORD. 
 
 In the majority of criminal cases, after the whole affair 
 has been sifted down to bare facts, it is discovered that 
 the motive behind them all is woman. It is an assured fact 
 that many of the outlaw factions in the larger cities, 
 are headed by feminines of witty learning. These cliques 
 establish luring places at prominent locations, where the 
 innocent passerby is easily caught in their traps. 
 
 In these few words, one finds the thought on which 
 "Remorse" is founded. This, I have tried to picture in 
 a mythical land stretching before the Gates of Good : where 
 after death, the soul is often caught and commanded to 
 take many forms and do many cruel deeds. So it is, a 
 league of wicked women have established beautiful head- 
 quarters, as a place of rest and pleasure where the un- 
 thoughtful are lured, overpowered, and made the working 
 tools of their organization. As time passes they become so 
 bold in their activities, that the Law must take steps to 
 overthrow their power. The Pride of the Secret Service 
 is dispatched to do this task. He fails in death. Thereafter 
 they keep themselves in deeper confinement, fearing the 
 Powerful Arm and his crushing blows. Until the time will 
 have come, when their spirit no longer fears, and they ven- 
 ture to tarnish life again. 
 
 The productions contained herein, are a few of the 
 many, which I have attempted to write within the past four 
 years. Of the lot, these are the only ones I consider worthy 
 of publication, — while the others are lost in the fire. 
 
 This book is published for a twofold purpose : — First, 
 to show the "gang" that I have the nerve to make good my 
 word, when I told them I was going to put on the market 
 some poetry, or something I called that. Second to reveal 
 to my older friends, who still call me "Bub", — (as I am just 
 
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in the early twenties) — ,that their words might come true 
 sometime, when they remarked you have struck the idea 
 of rhyme and rhythm. 
 
 No doubt my punctuation of this book is somewhat 
 rude. Yet I humbly apologize for this, although it has 
 been done to the best of my knowledge. So I present this lit- 
 tle volume to the cynical public, for the few approvals and 
 many disapprovals it shall receive. 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 1. A Thought. - - - - - - - 8 
 
 2. Remorse. _______ 
 
 Part I, Introduction. - - - - - 9. 
 
 Part II, Avariciousness. - - - - 10 
 
 Part III, Retribution. - - - - 15. 
 
 3. The Weather-Teller's Song. - 19 
 
 4. The Song of the Poet. - - - 20 
 
 5. The Storm. - - 22 
 
 6. To a Violet. - - - 23 
 
 7. War. - - - 24 
 
 8. The Curfew - - 26 
 
 9. Autumn. - 27 
 
 10. Winter. - - - - 28 
 
 11. The Loafer. - - 29 
 
 12. Morning. - - - - - - 31 
 
 13. Evening. ----- 32 
 
 14. Philosophy. - 33 
 
 15. Just Two Thin gs. - - - - - 34 
 
 16. Monorymes. 
 
 I. The Spirit of Youth. - 35 
 
 II. Seeking. ------ 35 
 
 17. Which? ------ 36 
 
 18. Pertinent Adages. - - - 21-25-30-34-37 
 
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A THOUGHT 
 
 Peace reigns within each loving heart, 
 Where ties of friendship ne'er will part; 
 And all the world is bound by smiles, 
 When joy has crumbled all that's vile, 
 Thus, this it is, as I have told, 
 The way all should conceptions mould. 
 
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REMORSE 
 
 Part 1. 
 
 Introduction. 
 
 Eternal sunshine, a summer air, 
 Everblooming flowers and nymphs fair, 
 Never dying grass and trees evergreen, 
 The Garden of Fate is ever serene. 
 No mortals dwell in this golden place ; 
 No beasts, in this glade, do hold their race ; 
 No spirit of men long linger here, 
 Only the spirit of maidens mere. 
 The soul of earths mean degraded maid 
 Saunters here in the soft sylvan shadie ; 
 While that of earths illustrious maid 
 Performs the toils of this rustic glade. 
 
 Clendoris, long years, has been the queen 
 
 Of this queendom so sprightly and mean ; 
 
 She rules her subjects friendly and good ; — 
 
 All revere her in a loving mood. 
 
 Her attire is one of golden hue ; 
 
 Her feet, they are clad in diamond shoes ; 
 
 Her locks, they glow as the comet's tail ; — 
 
 She knows not of a sorrowful wail. 
 
 She has three groups of wary-like maidens, 
 
 Namely, the Gems, the Flittens and the Gaidens, 
 
 Who execute all the skillful rites 
 
 Of her queendom, constructed for might. 
 
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The important law of this noble lair, 
 Forbids male spirits to drink of this air; 
 This, they enforce with the sweetness of care, 
 In making: men evils of mortal air. 
 
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 Part II. 
 Avariciousness. 
 
 As it will happen, a soul had left 
 A man's body, — Sin's wage did the theft ; — 
 While passing on to Eternal Rest, 
 Strolled to this realm of wicked blest. 
 
 When first he saw the majestic queen, 
 
 In all her beauty and dazzling gleam, 
 
 Reclining upon a porous-like rock, 
 
 His heart grew greedy for each glowing lock. 
 
 His first thought was for grasping her wealth, 
 
 He, being cunning and full of stealth. 
 
 When he rushed to possess her hair, 
 
 The Gems, her guardians, melted the air 
 
 Which surrounded his large powerful arms, 
 
 This exhausted them, and freed her from harm. 
 
 A deadening whistle uttered out, 
 
 The band of Flittens came dancing about 
 
 To carry him quickly to the Gaidens, 
 
 Most cruel judges, though they be maidens. 
 
 Within the depths of a crystal river, 
 Whose waters, — hot, — volcanic does quiver; 
 Here he was wafted through magical air 
 
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By the Flitten maidens, lithe, tall and fair. 
 He now confronted them his fate to hear; — 
 Over all glided the waters sky clear. 
 Nimbo the foremost of the Gaiden band, 
 Conversed with the jury by her hands, 
 Concerning the disguise he should take 
 And the damage on earth, he should make. 
 They replied, all faded, the den stilled, 
 The rocky sides broke in, he was killed 
 To become a snake, who ever should 
 Creep through this world do the harm it could. 
 He was turned to his alloted state 
 In the Judgment of the Garden of Fate. 
 His being crafty and full of greed, 
 Still marks the snakes, they cherish this seed. 
 
 Cirrus the leader of the Flitten band, 
 Returned him, by oath, to fatal land, 
 And placed in his mouth a deadly fang, 
 On his tail, little cavities to bang 
 When he was in great danger of death, 
 Or when biting the life giving pith. 
 Then, swiftly she to her home did go, 
 Back to the realm of the sunshine glow ; 
 To report to her queen the mission done ; 
 To receive the thanks of her loved one. 
 
 As time passed, the snake more cunning grew, 
 
 It had tasted of all the birds that flew ; , 
 
 And lastly had taken its abode 
 
 Within the village of Lazy Road, 
 
 Where each one waits for his fame to come, 
 
 Giving to him a vast mountain sum 
 
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Of power, that he may live at ease, 
 And with it the contemptible tease. 
 The king and his palace of this town 
 Had to the serpent become renown ; 
 Here it was living, with hope each day 
 Of casting him from his excess sway. 
 
 One morning the master of the house 
 Heard a report, he thought of a mouse; 
 But in detecting the night-like sound, 
 The sly snake struck him, a fatal wound. 
 His life passed away; the soul it fled 
 To take its place among the long since dead. 
 
 As he was nearing the Heavenly Goal, 
 The Garden of Fate before him did roll ; 
 The dazzling bright of this pompous place 
 Drew him off, from his celestial pace. 
 There he straggled for procuring wealth,. 
 Which wrecks many of majestic health, 
 While trying to erect mansions of air, 
 And freeing themselves of Poverty's care. 
 
 As he entered the queendom, — sun bright — , 
 Cirrus beheld him at a distant sight, 
 And calling her maids, they quickly shift 
 And surrounding him, he was their gift. 
 Through the green fields and forest shades, 
 Through the river and shallows it's made, 
 Off to the Gaidens, they quickly bear him, 
 Displaying eagerly their lively vim. 
 
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Within the cruel room, he now beholds 
 Those who ever have malign fates betold ; 
 Always filled with evil, scorn, and hate, 
 Nimbo yearns to give him his decreed state. 
 The jury converse what form he shall take, 
 While he calm shudders and fearlessly shakes ; 
 They report, she touches her hand to him, 
 Forthwith a parrot is formed of him. 
 
 Through the mists of a blue summer sky 
 
 Where the winds play and blow swiftly by, 
 
 Cirrus and maids to earth with him raoed, 
 
 In a tropic forest he was placed. 
 
 She bade each maiden, pursue nigh and wide 
 
 O'er the plains, the mountains, and each hillside, 
 
 For the serpent with the rattling tail, — 
 
 Doomed to bring many woeful wails. 
 
 But at that moment a sound was heard, 
 
 The coil bounded forth to catch a bird, 
 
 Which was hopping along secure and sound, 
 
 And in its escape, was pursued around 
 
 Wmere'er it jumped, by the hungry snake 
 
 Whose clamorous dingling made each bough shake. 
 
 Luckily the reptile came upon them, 
 
 While craving to feed its poisonous phlegm; 
 
 And the fanciful sport of seeking it 
 
 From the zealous thinking beliefs did flit. 
 
 Cirrus by the weird magic of her hands, 
 
 Placed it with the parrot through command ; 
 
 Decreeing that it should always defend 
 
 The near-human, from each dangerous trend 
 
 That mortals may try to inflict on it, 
 
 In attempting the ownership of it. 
 
 Then she and her maids quick disappeared 
 
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To the Garden of Fate, always feared. 
 
 At the same time a band of mortal men 
 
 Were in this tropical undergrowth, when 
 
 These two evils were placed here to live; 
 
 To themselves a life of solitude give. 
 
 These men were noted and did much know. 
 
 Though their learning they didn't daring show; 
 
 Their journey, a scientific search ; 
 
 They studied the trees and each beast's perch, 
 
 To find nature's kinship to mankind, 
 
 And secrets which to their eyes were blind. 
 
 As they wandered and noted each thing, 
 The parrot following did talk and sing; 
 This was heard by every seeking man ; 
 Attempts were made to find the mocking ban. 
 One of the company a stalwart man, 
 Discovered the bird on a leaf fan 
 High in a tree : the snake was near by 
 To keep it free from each mortal sly. 
 He loudly called to his other mates 
 To come behold the parrot so sedate ; 
 But as they all came a rushing near, 
 The bird flew through the spirit of fear, 
 Carrying the snake in its thorn-like claws ; 
 They got but a glimpse of this macaw. 
 The bird painted in its luminous hues 
 Filled them with greed as all lusters do ; 
 This terminated their quest for the day, 
 But a few hours they had marked this sway ; 
 For finding the bird their mind was turned, 
 And for its possession each heart yearned. 
 
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They could not find it though hours they toiled, 
 Their desire for beauty had been foiled. 
 
 Repairing to the city, they told tales 
 Of their seeing the bird, an image frail ; 
 Admiration and greed rose in each heart ; 
 No one dared to make a seeking start 
 To find the bird that cherished the snake, — 
 That carried death's destruction in its wake ; 
 Being set to make many spirits bleed, 
 Having been fondled from a wicked seed. 
 
 Part III. 
 Retribution. 
 
 Within the city there lived from sight 
 Far in the slums, Bias Powerful Might ; 
 He cared nothing for bright gems or gold, 
 Or for society's luring traps. Bold 
 He, to the forest, did proceed to see 
 The bird of which he heard much flattery ; 
 Nothing knew of his going, fox alone, 
 He carried himself there as' winds are blown. 
 
 Three days he wandered within the shade ; 
 He could not discover the bird that made 
 Each heart and soul go strolling away, 
 Froms wakes of frankness and loved days. 
 Evening came on so soothing and so free ; 
 He sit himself at the base of a tree. 
 And while gazing at the dense leaf tops 
 
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His heart beat joyful as though to stop; 
 There upon a limb he spied the bird, 
 Its dazzling colors his eyes blurred. 
 Springing to his feet he mounted the tree 
 To get near it so he could better see, 
 Its gleaming hues and calm shining eyes, 
 Knowing not he was about to die. 
 The snake, according to Cirrus's command, 
 Pierced him fatal on his husky hand 
 As he waved on a strong limb, to leap 
 Near to the colors in shallow and deep. 
 Death grasped him nimble ; the spirit fled 
 On its journey to the departed dead. 
 
 Along the rocky and narrow way 
 
 That leads to the promised Great Day, 
 
 He gladly the half-way stone had reached ; 
 
 Here the Garden of Fate calmly beached. 
 
 He noticed it not but plodded on 
 
 To gain the prize he thought securely won, — 
 
 The prize of eternal rest and ease, 
 
 Where things are done to rightfully please. 
 
 But he had not passed the border goal, 
 
 Till luring music to his ears did roll 
 
 And a dulcet song voiced by a maid ; 
 
 These turned his eyes to the cruel shade. 
 
 This course they took to obtain each soul, 
 
 That wished to pass through Heaven's goal. 
 
 The beaming lucid which glittered forth, 
 
 Attracted him, he dared venture forth, 
 
 Within this realm which no one should desire, 
 
 To conquor each thing that teased his ire. 
 
 Might alone can quickly vanquish all. 
 
 Be they objects of greatness or small. 
 
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But as he entered this wonder place 
 He met the queen and her suite face to face ; 
 Hier glowing silver hair and dazzling shoes, 
 Changed his strength to one of brackets few. 
 At first he struggled to constrain himself 
 And dash to pieces each onlooking elf; 
 He knew Greed was clutching tight on him, 
 And manhood leaving with all its vim. 
 At length, being a shattered wreck 
 Through the gleam of the queen's golden dieck, 
 He threw himself in bewails to the ground, 
 Murmering and sobbing, sorrowful sounds. 
 Upon his broad forehead the huge word Might, 
 Was written in letters boldly at sight; 
 Clendoris seeing this, decreed they place 
 Him in the vast heaven as the storm's face ; 
 His groaning cry to be the thunder, 
 That bursts the cool breezes asunder ; 
 His tears of vain sorrow the just raindrops, 
 To refreshen each drooping flower-top; 
 And an evil should always follow him, — 
 The lightning the destructive curse of him. 
 
 Quickly to the heaven he was borne 
 By Cirrus, virgin of the forlorn, 
 Who placed him in his alloted store, 
 Then vanished quick to the cruel shore. 
 It was his decree prepared for him, 
 Through his declivity for things undim, 
 And each has a fate already planned 
 Whose faculty is voracious manned. 
 
 When the storms arise and begin to brawl, 
 
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And their weeping waters begin to fall, 
 And the wicked brimstone darts and glides, 
 The snakes and parrots themselves do hide, 
 To brood the cause of their former fate ; — 
 Alas each see right when it's too late. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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The Weather-Teller's Song 
 
 as 
 told me by the Fames. 
 
 The clouds were tinged a purple-red, 
 
 When the morning onward sped; 
 
 A storm will come : 
 
 A storm will come : 
 
 They tried, they tried to hum. 
 
 And sound was heard o'er many a mile ;- 
 
 The cock, he strut awhile ; 
 
 Then he did crow : 
 
 Then he did crow : 
 
 Wet winds, wet winds will blow. 
 
 Theprophets of the feathered air, 
 
 They heed this blush with care, 
 
 As they refrain, 
 
 As they refrain, 
 
 Sure sign, sure sign of rain. 
 
 A greater power than yours or mine, 
 
 To all has been benign; 
 
 That's why I say, 
 
 That's why I say, 
 
 A storm, a storm today. 
 
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The Song of the Poet 
 
 I spring from city and hamlet, 
 From the home of rich and poor, 
 From the sultry and cold regions, 
 From each nook of earthly floors. 
 
 "I sing of arms and the hero", 
 
 Of the storms and winter air, 
 
 Of huge forests and wide green fields, 
 
 Of the maidens meek and fair. 
 
 I long to please my location 
 And her people great and small, 
 Who delight to read my writings ; 
 Who revere me when I fall. 
 
 I dwell on all, the rectitude, 
 Of the ones in fame and low, 
 By word-painting their conditions 
 And the way their spirits glow. 
 
 I love to linger in the woods, 
 Where the birds play wild and free ; 
 Where nature frolics with herself, 
 And matures the bumble-bee. 
 
 The winds shall forever haunt me 
 With their music never still ; 
 
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They seem to me but Paradise, 
 By their trickling zephyrs shrill. 
 
 The waves of the sea enchant me ; 
 They fill my heart with delight ; 
 I love to sing their billowing 
 As they dance in the moon-light. 
 
 All things of earth and livid sky, 
 To me, are glorious realms; 
 They compel me to sing of them, 
 When my mind they overwhelm. 
 
 I shall sing of all the new things 
 And of those infinite old ; 
 Giving advice to each mortal ; 
 Making the fearful more bold. 
 
 PERTINENT ADAGES. 
 
 Prosperity is the fruit of diligence. 
 
 Deceit is the forerunner of cowardice. 
 
 Never plant a tree that will not bear fruit. 
 
 A kind mother is the heaven of our life. 
 
 Do not blow, winds sometimes cause great 
 disasters. 
 
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THE STORM. 
 
 With a rumbling, 
 
 And roaring and raving, 
 
 And groaning and moaning, 
 
 And floundering and thundering, 
 
 And clashing and flashing, 
 
 And ringing and raging, 
 
 And hissing and whizzing, 
 
 And battling and rattling, 
 
 And bumping and thumping, 
 
 Ever humming, marks the coming of the storm. 
 
 Touching, sprinkling, 
 
 And sliding and striking, 
 
 And dripping and hitting, 
 
 And pattering and spattering, 
 
 And bubbling and gurgling, 
 
 And pouring and streaming, 
 
 And dashing and splashing, 
 
 And spouting and sprawling, 
 
 And brawling while falling, 
 
 It is chiming the notes of the storm's full blast. 
 
 Till gathering, 
 And quick in assembling, 
 And parting and darting, 
 And collecting and hastening, 
 And speeding and skipping, 
 And jumping and bounding, 
 And springing and leaping, 
 
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And flying and leaving, 
 
 And hurrying and scurrying, 
 
 And retiring and receding, 
 
 By retreating, makes an ending of the storm. 
 
 TO VIOLET. 
 
 Hark to me blooming violet, 
 With thy flower-leaves ever new; 
 Lighten tup each burning inlet ; 
 Fill me with a delightful hue. 
 
 Shake the dew from off thy petals ; 
 Let thy fragrance forever flow, 
 That the world may live in gladness. 
 And indulgent atmospheres blow. 
 
 Let your colors be the sunshine, 
 And your axis a sturdy tree, 
 Casting out its roots, to entwine 
 Around each perfect soul, — and me. 
 
 Your leaves, to me, are the rosebuds, 
 As they gleam and murmur be true; 
 You do naught but felicity, 
 Oh ! I long that I were as you. 
 
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WAR. 
 
 The star strewn sky turns to a light blue ; 
 The World awakens, her toils to do; 
 Lo ! When she rises her dawn beholds, 
 She now is fighting, fearless and bold. 
 
 The clashing arms, the bursting shells, 
 Tells her, her dominion is a Hell, 
 Where men joyful kill and wrongful do, 
 Becoming savage murderous clues. 
 
 Her blood is spilled, the vain attempts ; 
 Her people bound in vafrous contempt ; 
 Her lust is all right, the others wrong; 
 Her spirit high by conquering songs. 
 
 Mortal man, a fortress for the dead 
 Defying attacks of gas and lead ; 
 His life may run the narrow defile ; 
 His chance is slim and abounds with guile. 
 
 The suffering ones, the weaker sex, 
 Wild through worry o'er the dire pretext, 
 Are made the corrupt tool slave of all. 
 Where Wrong is hard trying Right to fall. 
 
 Children are disfigured for life; 
 
 They suffer need's of this dragon strife ; 
 
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They being harmless and full of glee, 
 Are tossed within the blood thirst sea. 
 
 When Peace has reigned for many years, 
 Th|e veins of Mars does bellicose sear 
 To fall his brother, and gladly smile 
 And kindle the turmoil, o'er the miles. 
 
 PERTINENT ADAGES. 
 
 The stations of life are many, make yours the 
 best. 
 
 Sometimes the bad egg is better than the good 
 one. 
 
 Never boast of a deed until you have it 
 accomplished. 
 
 No one is a man, unless he can show his 
 colors. 
 
 A jump is just an unlucky step. Be wise and 
 do not leap. 
 
 To be a success, start at the bottom of life's lad- 
 der and make each round perfect as you up- 
 ward go. 
 
 Many a tree has fallen through the lack of a 
 solid foundation. 
 
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THE CURFEW. 
 
 The hour of nine is striking, 
 The curfew sings its toll; — 
 A nightly martial pealing, — 
 Its best to homjeward stroll. 
 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Ding! Ding! 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! 
 Ding! Dong! Dong! Ding! Ding! 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Ding! Ding! 
 The bell did ring ! 
 The bell did ring ! 
 The bell, the bell did ring! 
 
 The silent air is rippling 
 The warning of the bell ; 
 All were hushed in sleeping, 
 By these sounds as they fell. 
 
 Ding 
 
 Dong! Ding! Dong 
 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Ding! Ding! 
 
 Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! 
 
 Ding ! Dongs ! Loudly ring. 
 
 Then fainter grow, 
 
 No vigor show, 
 
 And leaves the wind to sing. 
 
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AUTUMN. 
 
 The leaves are dying, one by one, 
 Their time is growing old, 
 Until they whisper to the birds 
 The days will soon be cold. 
 
 And the forests catch their rustling, 
 They coat old mother earth, 
 In sheets of deadened leaflets, 
 Gliding to their mere berth. 
 
 While the grass within the meadow 
 Lays down its weary head, 
 To slumber until gay springtime, 
 With bees in earthly beds. 
 
 A deadful look takes hold of things; 
 The gloom casts forth a sigh ; 
 While the song of evening insects, 
 Bids summer a good-bye. 
 
 As the pleasing winds come blowing, 
 They echo whistling tunes, 
 And kill the flowers of summer, 
 By the golden glow moons. 
 
 While the streamlet grows more colder 
 
 Nature's brush is whirled ; 
 
 We see by tokens at daybreak; 
 
 This is the Autumn world. 
 
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WINTER. 
 
 Chilly wind-waves are blowing; 
 The waters now are ioe ; 
 Moss-shaped snow is falling, 
 A gentle touch so nice. 
 The snow-birds flit and twitter 
 O'er the trees bare and black ; 
 Their feelings numb and bitter. 
 They wish old summer back. 
 
 Each day the clouds of darkness, 
 Hang o'er our wintry soul ; 
 No light, thiere is no recess 
 To let it inward stroll. 
 And as the hours fly onward, 
 The flowers morbid grow ; 
 The lot-of-death their reward, 
 Pleasures they did show. 
 
 But each must do his purpose; — 
 The whistling winds shall blow 
 Their vespers piercing and terse, 
 When fire-hearths are aglow. 
 Still winter is a pleasure 
 With all its biting cold ; 
 'Tis but an earthly treasure, 
 Though it makes all seem old. 
 
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THE LOAFER 
 
 He sits around, 
 
 He labors not ; 
 
 Neither does he become 
 
 A living factor in 
 
 The progress of Humanity. 
 
 He lives as a Parasite, 
 
 Thriving mainly 
 
 Upon the toils 
 
 Of father and mother; 
 
 Knowing but thinking not, 
 
 That he should be their grand 
 
 Delight instead of their burden. 
 
 He snugly comforts himself 
 
 While living at 
 
 Ease, and through his 
 
 Flattering becomes a 
 
 Public fool. He infests 
 
 The world at all her haunts of vice 
 
 At her amusements, and at 
 
 All places where he 
 
 Be welcomed. 
 
 If welcomed once, he 
 
 Wears the welcome out and 
 
 So becomes their enemy, — but 
 
 Once a friend. Still he always 
 
 Has companions, 
 
 Who like himself 
 
 Are loafers. In any 
 
 Community there thrives 
 
 A clique of this illustrious 
 
 Order and rank. Each content 
 
 Himself, with the 
 
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Light of mortal 
 
 Life, as he lives. He thinks 
 
 Not; he knows not, it is 
 
 Bound to him most vague. His soul clings 
 
 As if held by a spider's 
 
 Thread. The world shall 
 
 Always know this 
 
 Raqe, the scum loathsome and 
 
 Despised, who are brought 
 
 Forth midst contentment, to this wide, 
 
 Wide world, with an aim for life. 
 
 But, who through their 
 Disposition and great 
 Ambition, reach their pinnacle 
 Goal, and die in the Poor House. 
 
 PERTINENT ADAGES. 
 Truth is the mark of your spirit. 
 Kindness lights the world with gladness. 
 Failures come through the lack of ability. 
 One drop of water will flood a river. 
 Small objects bring the best success. 
 A trifling cent will bring a fortune. 
 Never build a fence, until you need it. 
 
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MORNING. 
 
 Dread silence broke the darkness 
 And the night began to quake ; 
 The lights of heaven dimmed, 
 As the morn began to wake. 
 
 Flowers roused from slumber 
 As their weary heads did nod; — 
 The Cricket was long silent 
 Under barren, lifeless clods. 
 
 The trickling of the poor brooks, 
 Still did echo forth anew, 
 Ceaseless songs of endless work. 
 And salute 'the world adieu. 
 
 The birds began to twitter ; 
 Their hearts were filled with glee; 
 They knew the day was breaking 
 O'er the land , and o'er the sea. 
 
 The light of Time came onward 
 Like the east wind in its course, 
 To give all breath happiness ; 
 The splendor calmed remorse. 
 
 As your Morn comes gliding on 
 Go onward and make your name ; 
 The Spirit moulding daybreaks, 
 Shapes the nightfalls, just the same. 
 
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BVBNING. 
 
 The battle's won ;the sun retreats; 
 The moon leads on the fray; 
 Her army comes with twinkling eye, 
 To carry off each day. 
 
 The insects usher forth themselves; 
 To play their merry tunes ; 
 They lull the birds last buzz and chirp: 
 They wake the sly racoon. 
 
 The winds come blowing fresh anew, 
 So sweet, so true, and mild ; 
 The owls, their hooting shudder forth 
 In reeky woodlands wild. 
 
 The fox goes forth to hunt his prey, 
 The sleeping birds so meek ; — 
 The evening rest from daily toil, 
 Gives vigor to the weak. 
 
 The clash brings on the darker hours; 
 Sleep takes each weary soul ; 
 Dreams bring visions of happy days, 
 The curfew silent tolls. 
 
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PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 With virgin thought 
 And heart as gold, 
 Go forth and show , 
 Your kindness, bold. 
 
 So if you see 
 One down and out, 
 Take off your coat 
 And help him out. 
 And as you write 
 Your book of life, 
 Blot out that page 
 Of ugly strife, 
 And make your love 
 A sacred one, 
 By giving alms 
 As though in fun ; 
 For you shall reap 
 A harvest great, 
 By doing good 
 In any strait. 
 
 Let temptation 
 Take not your hand 
 Keep a footing 
 On moral strands. 
 For other folks 
 Observe your traits 
 And hate them it 
 They be slow gait. 
 
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So shun old Sin 
 With all his crime, 
 As his crops fall 
 Each lapse of time. 
 
 Do your duty, 
 In great and small, 
 To be a MAN 
 The first of all. 
 
 JUST TWO THINGS. 
 
 Just two things I sort of scorn, 
 In this world of ours; 
 One is hate, one is sorrow; 
 Gladness they do mar. 
 
 Hate the foe of Love's friendship, 
 Ruins kindly sways ; 
 Sorrow steals the merry heart, 
 Keeping joy away. 
 
 If all could live with these not, 
 Wouldn't it be sublime? 
 But I guess we'll have to wait 
 Till the end of Time. 
 
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MONORYMBS. 
 
 The Spirit of Youth. 
 
 Oh ! isn't it great how boys delight 
 
 To get somewhere and fly a kite, — 
 
 When Winter's made her anxious flight, 
 
 And every wind in their might 
 
 Bring on the clouds, the pleasant blight, 
 
 To stall the sun in giving light. 
 
 Above his head, the end of wrights, 
 
 Put up a bold and useless fight; 
 
 But when the string pulls out note tight, 
 
 He says she's sailing now just right; 
 
 So happy he, — his soul is bright. 
 
 He'd go all day without a bite, 
 
 To keep her up until the night; 
 
 'Tis then he quits, he's held by Fright, 
 
 II. 
 
 Seeking. 
 
 Show me the man who can arrest 
 
 The call of Hate, when it infests 
 
 The heart within his rugged breast, 
 
 The place wherein his thoughts do vest;— 
 
 Who kills it with his living zest, 
 
 As Motive forges him abreast 
 
 To see and build, as birds, a nest ; 
 
 And keep his children full of jest 
 
 In warding of the many pests ; 
 
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Then I'll behold one to be blest. 
 Oh !Keep him away, I say lest 
 Such a man would ever detest 
 You and I, and all of the rest. 
 Alone, he'd be the one, the best. 
 
 WHICH? 
 
 Life is 
 
 Just a flower; 
 
 Each cultivate his seed ; 
 
 Shall it 
 
 Be in badness, 
 
 Or in a manly deed ? 
 
 If it 
 
 Be in badness, 
 
 Glory may come to you ; 
 
 Though it 
 
 Be the other, 
 
 You'll never deem to rue. 
 
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PERTINENT ADAGES. 
 The idle person hinders a joyful life. 
 
 Sand is a bad foundation for a house. Yet if 
 it was not for the sand of mien, no great deeds 
 would be accomplished. 
 
 Be careful how you act, the world has her spot- 
 light turned on you. 
 
 Lies told in jest are just as disgraceful as 
 though they were related in earnest. 
 
 Many people would be smarter than they think 
 they are, if they had the brains of an old for- 
 lorn mule. 
 
 Never let a new thought pass by, it may be a 
 fortune. 
 
 Before attempting anything, look for the seed 
 of the project. 
 
 Never try to exceed your knowledge before the 
 the uneducated ; you make nothing but a fool 
 of yourself when you do. 
 
 He who desires what no one should want is an 
 infidel. 
 
 Do not warble your life away. 'Tis folly to do 
 so. 
 
 Time marks the civilization of the world. 
 
 He who shuns the things of note, wins nothing. 
 
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No mule is stubborn that has a point of view. 
 
 Know of thy own habits, before learning of 
 other people's. 
 
 With the greatest of righteousness do rightly that 
 which is right. 
 
 The honest man is earth's greatest treasure. 
 
 Religion comes from the heart; not from ones 
 church membership. 
 
 Many foolish thoughts are useful. 
 
 The modern neighbor is one who throws roses 
 in your face, while sticking thorns in your 
 back. 
 
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