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 WILLIAM B. VVOODBY, 
 
 BOSTON, MASS. 
 
 1914 
 
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 Copyrighted 1914 
 
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THE DANCE 
 
 My heart is light and free from care 
 
 Who is so j;ay as I? 
 And softly through my raven hair 
 
 The morning breezes fly; 
 
 Oh I Who will go with me to the green, , 
 \yh.ere the merry wild birds sing? 
 
 Oh ! Who will dance in the meadow sheen, 
 When nature's musics ring? 
 
 Tripping gaily over the greensward soft today. 
 Tripping gaily this merry morn of May. 
 
 Each little leaf on the tree top tail, 
 ■Each shimmering blade of grass. f 
 
 A welcome; gives alike to all 
 Who choose their way to pass 
 
 Oh! Who- ■ [-■ ■. .: r 
 
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 The blnebeli fair and the lily sweet 
 
 In gladness rears each head, 
 Theysilentlyw'ill kiss our feet 
 
 As over the green we tread, > ■"."•, ' 
 Oh: Who— , . ; '. 
 
 .REVERIE ', ^ V'i'f' 
 
 To-ni2:ht within my chamber. ... 
 
 I am sitting and thinking alone, 
 And flittin": before me in \isions 
 
 Are faces and forms unknown. 
 
 Dreams T think of the future, 
 That is surely awaiting me; 
 
 But a feeling of'sadness steals o'er me, 
 As the mystical dew o'er the lea. 
 
A feeling of fear for the future, 
 
 A yearning in truth to know 
 Will it bs bright and happy 
 
 Or dark and filled with woe? 
 
 I pause and await for an answer 
 
 From my guests at the fanciful ball, 
 
 But I hear not a sound, not a murmur * 
 Save the tick from the clock on the wal.l. 
 
 THE DOCTOR AND THE 
 FARMER 
 
 The Doctor sat in his easy chair 
 The light of the limp shown bright 
 
 Before him lay an open book 
 On treatments wrong and right. 
 
 'There's Johnnie Green." he wearily said, 
 As he hastily opened the work, 
 
 "His case tonight without fail I'll read, 
 My duty I must not shirk." 
 
 But it was not long the doctor read, 
 Hark! a call, ''Come doctor quick! 
 
 My Wife's in bed most dead with pain. 
 And my children too are sick." 
 
 **Ahem," the doctor slowly said. 
 
 "Within I've warmth and cheer, 
 Without the wind blows fierce and wild 
 ' And the streets are cold and diear. 
 
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"About my fee — well, can you pay 
 
 For services desired?" 
 "Yes, Doctor make me out a bill, 
 
 I'll give you what's required. 
 
 *Vour money's made,"tis good you know, 
 
 1 just can't get it now, 
 A day or two must pass and then 
 
 I'll sell my Jersey cow/' 
 
 *'0 no, r never cheated man. 
 Nor wished nobody harm, 
 I've L^ot a score of sheep and pigs, 
 An(i a fifty acre farm.'* 
 
 **If God will let me live to see 
 
 Another two days past. 
 Your fee I'll pay without a word 
 
 And bless you till the last." 
 
 The doctor donned his hat and coat 
 He sped eight miles away, 
 
 And ere he reached his home again 
 The cock crew for the day. 
 
 Two days passed by, yes, six or eight, 
 
 A dozen and six score; 
 The doctor's creditors on him called; 
 
 But the farmer never more. 
 
ONLY 
 
 Only a darling baby. 
 Tottering here and there. 
 
 Catching at what's in her reach. 
 And tumbling down the stair. 
 
 Only a little school girl, 
 
 Happy, gay and free, 
 Who thinks when she grows older. 
 
 How grand and good she'll be. 
 
 Only a fair young maiden, 
 Filled with wonders great. 
 
 Of what will be her future, 
 And who wiHbeher mate? 
 
 Only a trembling woman. 
 
 Hoping, longing yet 
 For something in life to enter. 
 
 And wipe the eyes now wet. 
 
 Only a wife, most precious 
 
 Are the loving words she hears 
 
 Fro-m one wlno swears protection 
 Throughout the coming years. 
 
 Only a weary mother 
 
 Pravins with anguish wild 
 
 For the rescue of the wandering, 
 The safety of her child. 
 
Only a dear old grandma 
 
 Who journeyed life's rough road. 
 Awaiting now at the portal 
 
 Of the mystic dread abode- 
 Only twohands folded 
 
 Across a lifeless breast 
 The soul now free from sorrow 
 
 Serenely takes its rest. 
 
 THE SEA 
 
 I strolled beside yon restless sea. 
 And gazed upon the sky so clear, 
 
 I wondered if beneath the waves 
 I'd find the rest 1 sought for here, 
 
 Mv heart with sorrow wildlv beat: 
 
 And like the uneasy waves were tossed 
 
 Upon the broken strands of hope 
 
 In ceaseless search of what was lost. 
 
 And when by doubt all hopes were slain, 
 I longed that far beyond the reef. 
 
 My wearied self I there might lay 
 In search of respite from my grief. 
 
 Again I stroll beside the sea. 
 And gaze upon the sky so clear. 
 
 My heart at nature's bidding yearns, 
 for what was lost that by-gone year. 
 
But ah! since then TVe found a rest 
 That orives to hearts both worn and faint 
 
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 Contentment here on earth with Him 
 Who lived and died the perfeqt saint. 
 
 So restless sea. roll on and on 
 
 My heart with thee now i^eeps no time, 
 A holy caliit o'er sorrow's sea 
 
 Has Vrouobi contentment most divine. 
 
 FAREWELL 
 
 Farewell to thee my native home^ • 
 
 Hoine that I love so dear; 
 Farewell to thee loved Keystone State, 
 
 I leave with a tear.. 
 
 Farewell to thee Kind friends so dear 
 
 Yes tried and true thou art, 
 A cry from Dixie bids me hence. , 
 
 So from tbee I must part. 
 
 Farewell my Alma maters too, 
 
 P'arewell to thee and thine. 
 Around my heart thy precepts dear 
 
 Now closely shall entwine. 
 
 Farewell to each familiar scene-. 
 The mill-pond and tbe plough, 
 . The cherry tree by the I'ttle sty. 
 And the who-rtleberry boug;l"u 
 
Farewell to thee Neshaminy's stream 
 
 And grand old Delaware, 
 Oft o'er thy rippling waters clear. 
 
 I've steered with pleasure there. 
 
 Farewell to thee dear little church 
 
 That by the roadside stands: 
 I love thee for my parents dear 
 
 There taught me God's commands. 
 
 Farewell to thee graves of my sires , 
 
 For centuries nearly two 
 Though I may roam in distant lands. 
 
 Yet would I sleep with you. 
 
 Yes I would sleep beneath the trees 
 That shade these graves so green, 
 
 Where the robin siugs his notes in spring 
 When the sky is fair and sheen. 
 
 DIMPLE CHIN 
 
 " Dood morning, teacher dear,'* 
 
 Said little Dimple Chin, 
 As open wide the door 
 
 She threw and entered in. 
 
 Then slipping to my side 
 
 With modest air and grace. 
 She gazed with questioning eyes 
 Intent into my face. 
 
"Wha^ is it little one?" 
 
 I asked and kissed her cheek, 
 "What dost thou wish to know 
 Tell me what dost thou seek?" 
 
 "Why teacher dear,'' she said, 
 Then in tones shy and low, 
 
 "Me wants to know if oo 
 Has dot a bessest beau". 
 
 HER FORTUNE 
 
 "Oh! beautiful stars that shine so bright 
 Will you tell me my fortune this tranquil night? 
 For the (iypsy Queen just over the way 
 Says a dark eyed stranger I'll marry some day. 
 "And my child," said she "to test I am right 
 You must watch the stars on a tranquil night. 
 And the one most bright in ihe west you see. 
 At the striking of nine will twinkle at thee/' 
 I will try, it is true for there in the west, 
 
 Is a star much brighter than all of the rest. 
 I will count and see if that star is mine. 
 Hereisone,two,three, four, five, six, seven, eighty 
 
 nine. 
 Oh ! the star is mine, it did twinkle at me, 
 And a dark eyed stranger I know f shall see. 
 Now what shall 1 do.' I will hasten away. 
 No more on the green with the girls will I play 
 
To sew I'll begin and my wedding dress make 
 And Rosie, friend Rosie shall make me the cake" 
 So rising and clapping her hands with glee, 
 The girl of sixteen quickly sped o'er the lea. 
 A summer of gold and a winter of gray 
 
 O'er the head of the maiden passed swiftly away 
 But when in the meadow the thrush sang again, 
 And the quivering grasses sparkled with rain, 
 A dark eyed stranger from far o'er the sea, 
 Came wooing and winning our ("air Minnie Lee. 
 
 • AUTUMN 
 
 The Autumn has come. 
 
 With noiseless tread, 
 Through forest and meadow 
 
 Her liiiht is shed. 
 
 The winds of the morn. 
 Sweep hurriedly by 
 Caressing the virile oak. 
 Towering high, 
 
 An<i the noonday ray 
 
 Of the golden sun. 
 Quietly tells us, 
 
 Autumn has come. 
 
 The Autumn has come 
 The dead leaves fall, 
 
 And hovering round us. 
 Like to a pall. 
 
Are memories sad 
 
 Of a long lost past 
 The pleasures of which 
 
 H ave fled too fast. 
 
 For who ne'er longs 
 
 For mothers embrace 
 And the sacred smile 
 That lights her face. 
 
 THE DANDELION 
 
 "The spring I love and the summer's dew" 
 Said the buttercup fair of golden hue, 
 
 "And I," said the violet, beaming bright, 
 "Through wood and dale roam with delight, 
 
 When e'er I hear the red breast sing 
 
 His song of welcome, "Hail sweet Spring." 
 
 The Dandelion near them bowed her head, 
 And sadly cried, "Would I were dead," 
 
 "Would thou wert dead?" said the buttercup fair, 
 As she gaily tossed her golden hair, 
 
 "I do,'' said the Dandelion, "indeed" 
 "Then tell me", buttercup cried, "thy need." 
 
 "My need of a truth is a pitiful one, 
 
 There are none who care for me under the sun. 
 
 Let thee and the Violet roam at v/ill. 
 The youth and maiden seek thee still, 
 
 The young lambs mid thee frisk and play, 
 And children pluck thee all th-^ day. 
 
 Yes sages write of the violet blue. 
 And buttercups fair of golden hue, 
 
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While I around on every side, 
 Unsought, unnoticed am denied. 
 
 The name of flower and my seed, 
 
 'Tis said brings naught but common weed, 
 
 And thus the reason why today, 
 I wish my life were passed away.'* 
 
 *'Dear Dandelion," said violet sweet. 
 Back to the earth I will retreat. 
 
 And thou, fair Buttercup, I know 
 Wilt not decline with me to go ; 
 
 Then Dandelion thou shait appear 
 Before us each succeeding year. 
 
 And thou a welcome flower shaitbe 
 Beneath the leatess shrub and tree." 
 
 MY BABES 
 
 Little feet upon the stair, 
 In the hail and everywhere, 
 
 Piter pater hear themgo 
 
 Some are fast and some are slow. 
 
 First a hiugh and then a cry, 
 "Mamma, baby hit my eye,'' 
 
 Next a scuffle and a fumble. 
 O, 1 hear my baby tumble. 
 
 Bumps are kissed and smoothed away, 
 Baby's foremost in the play 
 
 Thus they pass the day along, 
 And at eve I sing a song, 
 
 As I tuck my babes to rest, 
 
 Praying they may both be blest 
 
 Blest in old age, blest in youth. 
 Do the right, and speak the truth. 
 
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II 
 
 THE JALOF MAIDEN 
 
 O, beautiful sable maiden, 
 With black and curling hair, 
 
 I never knew what beauty was 
 Till I beheld thee fair. 
 
 Thy darksome eyes of splendor. 
 Rich with the mellow light 
 
 Of hallowed native freedom. 
 Shine as the stars by night. 
 
 Man's features sure no sculptor 
 
 Can chisel half so line 
 As nature's cunning workman, 
 
 Hath wrought and fashioned thine. 
 
 Thy charming graceful manners 
 Would steal the heart away 
 
 Of prince, of sage or poet 
 Who chants his rythmic lay. 
 
 The Jalofs are a tribe of Africans found around 
 the French Ports of Goree and Decker off the 
 West Coast of Africa. The women of this tribe 
 are very beautiful and industrious as is shown by 
 their handiwork. 
 
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CAPE MAY POINT 
 
 Away, away with eager feet, 
 The little ones run from the dusty street 
 
 To catch a glimpse of the ocean wide, . 
 And watch the rise and fall of the tide. 
 
 To hear the mighty breakers roar 
 
 As back theyVe dashed upon the shore. 
 
 And play upon the favoured strand, 
 Amid the shells and glittering sand. 
 
 DEEDS AND WORDS 
 
 Deeds of thought and words of love, 
 How they sooth the aciing heart 
 
 Heaven to earth cms from ab ve 
 When man nobly does his part. 
 
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Tell what part that man should take. 
 
 In the world's arena life? 
 Sooth the careworn hearts that ache. 
 
 Cease from evil and from strife. 
 
 Treat thy brother as thou wouldst 
 Have thy brother to treat thee, 
 
 Naught indeed but this thou couldst 
 Really call true charity. 
 
 With another let me say, 
 
 What in times past has been said. 
 For it is the only way 
 To bring blessings on thy head. 
 
 To thine own self first be true, 
 Then as night doih follow light, 
 
 To thy brother thou canst do 
 Naught but what is just and right. 
 
 Seek thou happiness in sin, 
 At the cost of others pain, 
 
 Ne'er think a lastirg gcal to win. 
 For alas ! 'tis sought in vain. 
 
 YESTERDAY AND TODAY 
 
 Here is today, 
 
 And yesterday with all its hopes 
 Its prayers and teais 
 
 Has passed away. 
 
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What hast thou brought? 
 
 Full many a disappointment keen 
 New expectations and new fears,, 
 
 Yes cares alas ' unsought. 
 
 And is this all? 
 
 Oh no, all is not care and woe. 
 Thou bringst the birds to sing 
 In yonder tree so tall. 
 
 The grasses green. 
 
 The buds to bloom on bush and tree, 
 The dancing streams with music low, 
 
 And the fair l.)Iue sky so sheen. 
 
 Sweet memories 
 
 Of the tried and true of by-gone yeers^ 
 Of childhood's haunts and home 
 
 O pleasant reveries. 
 
 Would thou wert here 
 
 O yesterday with all thy hopes 
 
 Thy prayers and tears, 
 For now to me thou art most dear. 
 
 A tear, a sigh, 
 
 The dream is o'er, thoughts of my youth 
 be gone, 
 But Hope, from me fly not, remain 
 
 Till deep beneath the earth I lie. 
 
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MY GEORGIA HOME 
 
 BY REQUEST 
 
 For the Georgia Club in Boston, and affec- 
 tionately dedicated to my Georgia Friends 
 
 Would I could sec the moss draped pines 
 Of my dear old Georgia Home, 
 
 Would I could hear the mocking birds 
 Sinking as they roam. 
 
 The rustling of the sugar canes, 
 
 The fields of cotton white. 
 The fragrance of the jessamine sweet 
 Are memories fond and bright. 
 
 Then back to dear old Georgia fair, 
 
 I will hie me some good day, 
 I will bid farewell to this northern clime, 
 
 Where the Ice King holds his sway. 
 
 Yes, back to my own dear sunny heath. 
 To the land where cotton is king, 
 
 In the home of the yam and cow pea green, 
 Let me hear the rice birds sinsf. 
 
 WE ONLY KNOW 
 
 We know not what each comiiig day 
 Will bring to us or those we love 
 
 We know not whether clouds ofgray 
 Or golden sunshine hang above. 
 
 We only know that in this life 
 We are a part of one great plan 
 
 That in this world of toil and strife 
 "fis love we owe our fellow man. 
 
 A holy hallowed sacred love 
 
 No matter what his race or creed 
 
 That sent to earth by God above 
 To meet our fellow creatures need. 
 
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The Blue bell 
 
 IN THE DAYS OF KNIGHTS 
 
 A blue-bell to a vine one day 
 A lament made about a ray; 
 "I tire^'' she said, ''of dwelling here 
 Where naught but fir and oak trees rear 
 Their lofty heads above me high, 
 (Jomrauning with the sun and sky, 
 Whilst I receive one ray of light 
 A moment ere the stilly night. 
 Her mantel round me close has drawn. 
 Until the birds sing forth the morn, 
 I then the day in silemce keep 
 While bee and bird in .sunshine reap. 
 O, that the whole great sun each day 
 Would come and ever with me stay. 
 How happy then, dear vine, I'd be 
 Beneath this fir and bald oak tree." 
 *'N ay bluebel 1, should the torch of day 
 Upon thy head his fiames display. 
 Dost thou not know thou couldst not live 
 Thy life to D^ath. the brand would give. 
 Within this fragrant dell I see, 
 And hear the gentle hum of bee 
 Deploring sadly that a fate 
 For her did ope industry's gate 
 And wish in vain that she might be 
 Yon sweet blue-bell beneath the tree. 
 The firs and oaks that near thee stand 
 So proud and noble, strong and grand 
 Wno rear their heads towards heavea's 
 height 
 
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As though from earth they'd take their 
 
 flight 
 Have longed to change with the bluebell 
 Thou fragrant flower of the dell. 
 The bright winged songsters, here and 
 
 there 
 That gladly flit through tlie mild air, 
 To this thy airy bower retreat 
 And in thy praise sing songs most sweet 
 I pray thee more contented be 
 A friend thou'lt always find in me;" 
 Time swiftly sped with win;2jed flight 
 But each day brought to bluebell light 
 And near her fairy bower sweet 
 Was now a nook called love's retreat; 
 And often lovers sought in vain 
 To find from whence this fragrance came, 
 Until at length Lord Hillingstand 
 Cried, "1 decree my daughtei's hand 
 To him who finds the magic flower 
 That grows beyond the Lovers bower;" 
 For those whose hearts were cold and 
 
 strong 
 When ere they heard the birdling"s song 
 And breathed the bluebell s fragrance 
 
 sweet. 
 By faries borne from this retreat, 
 At once did fall at Cupid's dart, 
 And said the magic flower was art 
 Too sacred now was it to find 
 For love makes sight and reason blind; 
 
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But old Lord Hillin^stand we see 
 Believed it aat, hence the decree. 
 Acros> the raoore from Hillingstand's 
 The farmer sowed with busy hands. 
 Gustavus Dore the farmers' son 
 In secret had the maid's heart won. 
 So when he heard the sad decree 
 Naught did he say but quit the lea, 
 And hied him to the sacred bower 
 In hopes that he might find the flower. 
 Brave knights arrayed in buckled suits 
 With horsemen near them playing lutes, 
 Thev said to charm the spell away 
 Was why they went in sheen array. 
 The sage and bard whose verses strong^ 
 Oft make men think that right is wrong; 
 And all the nobles of the land 
 Assembled there in one great band. 
 The bower now no longer stood 
 A tranquil place of quietude: 
 And soon the oak and clambering vine. 
 By vandals raids were made to pine, 
 The mosses and forget me-not. 
 With sorrow gazed upon the spot, 
 And whispered through the affrighted air, 
 ^'Farewell bluebell if thou art t here." 
 All searched for bluebell but in vain, 
 They searched through siinshine and 
 
 through rain, 
 Till worn and weary, sad and faint, 
 They sought the camp of mother Dant. 
 
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She was the Princes of a band 
 
 Of gypsies roving through the land, 
 
 Bat Gustavus kept up the search 
 
 In secret, till near by a birch, 
 
 He saw a vine upon the ground, 
 
 Which once. around the birch was wound 
 
 He paused, "Ah! graceful vine, said he, 
 
 "I will thee twine about this tree." 
 
 Up from the ground he raised the vine. 
 
 And there espied the flower divine. 
 
 He plucked it with a tender ha id. 
 
 Aadbmeit to the mansion grand, 
 
 Then to the Lord so stern and cold. 
 
 He said "Kind sir, the flower 1 hold, 
 
 In, yonder nook near by a birch 
 
 I found the object of my search, 
 
 And here it is, a little bell; 
 
 The sweetest flower of the dell. 
 
 It is of heavens fairest blue, 
 
 My lord, the flower I give to you ;'' 
 
 The old Lord palled and cried, ''boy 
 
 hold, 
 Art thou a knight of exploits bold? 
 A bard or sage of wisdom ripe? 
 Thou seemest like one of lowly type 
 rilgive thee gold. Ml give thee fame, 
 Thoivlt not take that? My rage then claim 
 Begone impostor from my door 
 This curse befall thee in- thy moor 
 Athousind hshes.on thy back 
 
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Thy hiirs that new with youth are black 
 Be turned as white ?.s driven snow. 
 Know thou no peace where erst thou go 
 At night when sleep would close thine eyes 
 May weird gaunt specters round thee rise 
 And \\hen thou dost lay down to die 
 May birds of prey around thee fly." 
 Thus speaking closed the Lord the door 
 And poor Gustavus sought his moor 
 When low the sun sank in the west 
 And farmer Dore retired to rest, 
 The daughter of old Hillingstand 
 Warned Gnstavus to leave the land, 
 "Fly Gustavus, I'll fly with thee 
 And where thou art there I will be. 
 They fled and by Neshaminy's stream 
 Life was to them a golden dream, 
 For there a lowly preacher said 
 *'I now declare that ye are wed" 
 His blessings then the curse dispelled, 
 And fear no longer round them dwelled. 
 
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THE SHIP OF LIFE 
 
 'in"the language of the poets of the past 
 
 The ship of life, a goodly boat 
 
 With a fearless crew and bold 
 
 Sailed from the genial shores of youth 
 
 Upon Time's ocean old, 
 
 "Beware," a captain bent, with age 
 
 Cried o'er the waves so blue 
 
 "Of shoals and reefs you'll meet when out 
 
 Or they'll wreck ship and crev..'' 
 
 But Captain Passion of the boat — 
 
 Laughed gaily loud and long 
 
 "N'er fear,' said he in jovial tone 
 
 My bark is stout and strong.'' 
 
 And as the ship sped on and on 
 
 Upon the crested sea 
 
 The crew could see the land behind 
 
 And hear loud shouts of glea, 
 
 "Out on the deep," the captain cried, 
 
 "I'm weary of the land 
 
 I long for naught but sea and sky 
 
 To be on either hand.'' 
 
 Then swiftly up were run the sails, 
 
 And soon a steady breeze 
 
 Like a magic wand the vessel bore 
 
 Upon the King of seas. 
 
 At length when land was passed from sight 
 
 The thoughtless captain gay 
 
 Longed for a stronger gale to blow^ 
 
 His bark far, far away 
 
 "On unknown reefs," ha loudly cried, 
 
 "My ship to try I long' 
 
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I know she'll stand what e'er can come 
 
 A storm or siren's song." 
 
 At length the sky is so clear and blue 
 
 Grew dim and dark with cloud 
 
 But lightly sailed the craft along 
 
 Nor feared the thunder loud, 
 
 Fast, fast the rain began to fall, 
 
 The wind did fiercely blow, 
 
 The sailors laughed and gaiiy said 
 
 They longed for North-east snow 
 
 Inhere came a whizing North-east snow. 
 
 And then a driving hail 
 
 A hurricane that shook the ship 
 
 And wildly rent the sail, 
 
 The crew still laughed and praised their 
 
 craft 
 
 They knew 'twas strong and stout 
 
 A boat, they said that would not sink 
 
 Though tossed by storm about. 
 
 Wilder and fiercer grew the storm, 
 
 The lightning around them played, 
 
 The Thunder -bolts of Heaven were drawn 
 
 Against their ship arrayed — 
 
 Her sails were rent: her masts were split 
 
 Upon a reef she ran ; 
 
 The crew^ their jovial captain sought 
 
 And found a trembling man. 
 
 His face was haggard worn and sad 
 
 He knew not what to do 
 
 He paced with fear and anguish wild 
 
 And called upon his crew. 
 
 But she was grinding on a rock 
 
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There was no sight of land 
 
 "O, shores of youth/' cried Passion brave 
 
 Would I could on you stand 
 
 Then swiftly to the rescue came 
 
 A boat that stood near by .mft I 
 
 To save all ships wrecked on the reef 
 
 To answer ail crew^s cry. 
 
 *'Hold on," they shouted through the storm 
 
 We're come, yes help is here 
 
 Within our boat we'll take you in 
 
 Until the sky is clear. 
 
 Then when the fierce wild storm was o'er 
 
 The ship sailed on ?gain 
 
 Bearing a tremblincr crew that longed 
 
 For the shores of youth in vain. 
 
 But soon the winds grew high once more 
 
 The waters, O, so rough 
 
 The trembling barge sailed on awhile 
 
 Then struck old age's bluff. 
 
 Haggard and weary, worn and faint 
 
 They struggled on in pain. 
 
 To ocean time for mercy plead 
 
 But plead alas, in vain. 
 
 Times roaring billows swept the ship 
 
 Unraanaged o'er the sea ; 
 
 A dreary wreck she drifted on 
 
 Into eternity. 
 
 This is the fate of all our barks 
 
 When We leave the shores of youth 
 
 With passion's thoughtless noisy crew 
 
 Untaught, unchecked by truth. 
 
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Parody on rock me to sleep 
 
 Rock me to sleep, mother, 
 
 Tuck me in tigh%. . . . , . 
 Kiss and caress me — 
 Then turn out the light 
 
 So that from hob2;oblins 
 (ihosts and the lik 
 You'll ne'er be troubled 
 With your little Mike. 
 
 Mother come back 
 
 Prom Miss Flannigan's store 
 
 Stay there no longer 
 
 O please talk no more 
 
 Father is hungry 
 
 And sleepy am I 
 
 Come, mother dear 
 
 E're [ break down and cry. 
 
 "Are you not hungry?" 
 My father has cried 
 Nothing I answered 
 But sweet meats espied 
 
 And I can bet you 
 
 In less than a day 
 
 'I'here'll be a cat here 
 To chase rats away. 
 
 Rock me to sleep, mother 
 Tuck me in tight 
 Kiss and caress me 
 Then turn out the light 
 
 For I am fearful __ 
 
 Lest you should find out 
 Just what your Mikey 
 While here was about. 
 
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UNCLE JAKE ON THE OPENING OF THE 
 
 McKANE HOSPITAL Oct. 1896 
 at Savannah Ga., New Charity Hospital 
 
 Well the Hospital was opened 
 With a mighty big hurrah, 
 And the doctors and the preachers 
 Fairly clinched their fists and swore 
 That by all the Gods above them, 
 On the right side and the left 
 That the work by them should never 
 In their life time be bereft; 
 Then they took up a collection 
 For to help the cause along 
 An' that noble act wuz foUerd 
 By a mighty purty song- 
 
 Malindy, you should heered her 
 Heered how well that critter sung ; 
 
 1 declare 'twas most like music 
 From the bells of heaven high rung- 
 Then the next thing was the marchin 
 Up an down about the house 
 Lookin inter every corner 
 
 Jes like Tom would fer a mouse, 
 An upstairs you should have seen it 
 Lots o little beds you know 
 Not a colored spread upon em 
 But sheets white as winter's snow; 
 An away back in the kitchen 
 There wuz lots of tables set 
 
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An the wimin there a sellin 
 Wuz worked in a perfect fret',' 
 For the people they were shoutin 
 All aroun for frozen cream; 
 Till one critter wild with anger'"' . 
 Jumped and fairly gave a scream: 
 Then we heered a wagon comin, 
 An Malindy, ji.ist to think, ^ 
 Sure enough it wuz the wimin 
 Bringing ice cream white and pink, 
 Then (3 my us folks wuz happy 
 Like some June hugs on a vine, 
 An I tell you now Malindy 
 That'er place is mighty fine. 
 
 YOUTH 
 
 Oh, Youth so fair and hopeful, 
 Oh, Youth with sky so clear, 
 With sun of roseate setting 
 Thou hast no night thats drear. 
 
 Thou art like a fount thats playing 
 Amid the sunbeams bright, 
 '^rhat ripples, dances gaily 
 Then upward takes its flight. 
 
 Aye showers may over take thee 
 
 But showers never last, 
 
 The flowers spring up, the zephyrs blow, 
 
 The rain drops brief are past. 
 
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AWAKE, AWAKE 
 
 Awike, awake at early dawn 
 Awake and greet this happy morn ! 
 For pealing far and near we hear 
 The church bells sweet so loud and clear 
 "'Glory to God in the highest," they say 
 Peace on earth good will to men. Amen" 
 
 Today the Savior promised long 
 Has come and fills each heart withsong 
 And sons of menand angels sinir 
 "Hail blessed Jesus'. Chiist our Kin<7 
 "Glory to God in the highest," they say. 
 Peace on earth goodwill to men Amen'' 
 
 The glorious sun, the source of li<?ht, 
 The moon and stars of silent night. 
 The babling brooks and fields of green, 
 Ifte mounts and dales that lay between 
 "Glory to God in the highest,'' they say 
 Peace on earth good will to men Amen" 
 
 The trees in majesty which stand 
 
 The workmanship of God's own hand 
 
 Vie with the flowers as they lay, 
 
 Upon the altar fair today- 
 
 "Glory to God in the highest," they say 
 
 Peace on earth good will to men. Amen' 
 
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TWO DAYS 
 
 TO F S. P. 
 
 The sky is oe'er cast with clouds tonight, 
 The moon and stars are hid from sight, 
 The fitful wind sweeps o'er the plain '"' 
 Thats beaten roughly by the rain, 
 And all within is cold and drear, 
 And each heart beats with anxious fear; 
 Slow morning dawns at last again 
 And where we ask is the fitful rain 
 For lo o'er yonder meadow moor 
 The King of dav comes forth once more 
 The lark and blue jay on the wing 
 Sweetly carol their songs of spring 
 The grass, the flowers and the trees 
 Peep out in verdure from their eaves 
 The brooklets flow makes music low 
 While soft the south winds gently blow. 
 And so dear friends though dark today 
 The storm of disappointments sway 
 Tomorrow's sun with golden light 
 Will bring to thee new hopes, so bright 
 That while reflecting o'er sad days 
 Thou'lt sweetly carol joyful lays. 
 
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JUSTICE 
 
 TO MR. JOHN DANIELS 
 
 It is Justice who stands in the hi«rhway of life 
 And notes with exactness most true 
 The deeds that are done by the children of men 
 In the course ot the ways they pursue. 
 
 But Ignorance, Vice and Vain glory have said, 
 That Justice shall never prevail 
 That Viciousness, Greed and Prejudice rank 
 Tne banner of justice sliall trail. 
 
 That selfish Ambition with its unholy creed 
 
 Shall govern the hearts of all men 
 
 And their actions shall be as their hearts shall 
 
 decree 
 They declare with their voice and their pen. 
 
 But Justice heed» not this clamorous cry 
 Nor their intrigues of power and might 
 All records she sends to the maker of men 
 The Arbiter of Wrong and of Right 
 
 O, civilized ? man why this unholy strife 
 (jainst him whom you seek to disgrace 
 Are you better than he why you revel with glee 
 Oe'er the de>ids yours have done to debase? 
 
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 WANTED 
 
 O ring the bells, good people all 
 And call the maidens fair and gay 
 Call widows too both great and small 
 And bachelor girlies gray. 
 
 '•Now tell me pray, why ring the bells 
 And call the maidens old and young? 
 What silent thought within thee dwells 
 What is the song unsung?'' 
 
 Tis this, 1 wish unto myself 
 Before ere long to take a mate, 
 One who will love me, not my wealth 
 And to me cling what e're my fate. 
 
 The house it must be neatly kept, 
 The glasses clear filled to the brim, 
 Th:? gardens green, the porches swept 
 And she herself in perfect trim. 
 
 No slits orients within my clothes 
 Nor haui^ins: buttons must abound 
 With care be darned my coarsest hose, 
 What ere I lose be quickly found; 
 
 And she mu^t wear a pleasant smile 
 No matter what may be her plight; 
 And then, with soothing words the while. 
 When I m perplexed set me aright. 
 
 The beefsteak and lig-it biscuit hot 
 Mast grace the table in the morn, 
 And savory smell the dinner pot 
 While flowers the midday board adorn. 
 
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The little baby in the night 
 Must ne'er disturb me with its cry, 
 Even though my"\vtfe'bycrCndle light 
 To quiet it must walk and try, 
 
 "And is this all? the maiden asked 
 "That thou would have her do for ihee?" 
 A few more things that might be passed 
 If she perchance denied them me. 
 
 "Ah la,'' the maiden said, "I see. 
 You wiah a helpmate throughout life 
 And one to order made must he 
 A slave, but call her, dearest wife.'' 
 
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STILL * STILL 
 JOB PRINTERS 
 
 90 WESTMINSTER ST. BOSTON