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JOHN DE WITT 
 AUTHOR 
 
 SPOKANE. WASHINGTON 
 
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 This Book of Verse is, dedicated 
 
 to 
 
 my best friend tluoiijfii rain, shine and years. 
 
 for whom I wrote tlie poem 
 
 " Olje (barbzn of ^aitls^ed (Tare" 
 
 THE VENKRABLE F. B. WKNTWORTH 
 
 Winchester, Ky., 
 
 Aiolideacon Diocese of Protestant Episcoi)al Cluircli, 
 
 Lexington, Ky., 
 
 and President St. John's College, Corbii, Ky. 
 
 The Mountainee:r's Missionary Friend and Teaclui-. 
 
 Bishop Lewis W. Burton of Lexington, Ky., says of 
 tiim: 
 
 "When you speak of Archdeacon Wentwortli, you 
 cannot say too much of him. He has done an extraor- 
 dinary work in tliis diocese and developed an unusual 
 degree of spirituality and an exceptional Christian 
 character." ^ 
 
 In everything he always rings one hundred per cent 
 true. 
 
 •lOHN DE WITT. 
 
 Somebody's burden 
 
 When you feel a little lonely, 
 
 When you feel a little sad, 
 .Tust you bear somebody's burden. 
 
 Make the other fellow glad, 
 And your troubles they will vanish. 
 
 Like the mist at rise of sun. 
 And the smile that they will give you. 
 
 AVill repay— ;-for what you've done. 
 
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to Ibe ^ea6ir of ^l)l5 ^ooK 
 
 HIS is my second Book of Verse. Its aim 
 is to make life sweeter for someone — some- 
 where. If you are that someone write and 
 tell me which bit of verse helped you most. 
 
 I've tried to put into them, out of varied 
 experiences, the human touch that means so much 
 and that you and I understand. 
 
 The spirit of Optimism reigns within — so — the 
 door is shut on sadness. 
 
 May my military verse never let you forget what 
 the United States and her Allies have given to se- 
 cure for you and the World, an honorable and last- 
 ing peace. 
 
 May my sentiment set you dreaming. My hints 
 on Happiness to a greater Faith and increased ef- 
 fort for good. My Miscellany cause you to draw 
 from your own well-filled storehouse some nugget — 
 long hidden — that will make the world rejoice. My 
 Traveler's Treasures help you extend more cour- 
 tesies to the Commercial Traveler away from home 
 and ni}' humor a smile that will not wear off. 
 '■ Yours sincerely, 
 
 ' ■;,: JOHN DE WITT. 
 
 SpoRitie, Washington. 
 
 Copyright, 1919 
 John De Witt 
 
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 r"^***'^'"; KNOW of a beautiful garden, 
 
 The Garden of Banished Care, 
 Where the flowers are ever growing, 
 
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 -ji • U^ • And only rest is there. 
 
 :d ; * ; The World with all its follies 
 
 ""*'*'»"*^' Is shut outside its gate. 
 And love alone may enter. 
 With friendship for its mate. 
 
 The Violet and Forget-me-not, 
 In truth — a royal pair, 
 -1- Are both of them — well hidden, 
 
 jI In that Garden of Banished Care. 
 
 ± And we watch the Merry Widow, 
 
 rf, With the purple in her cap. 
 
 And I pick the tiny buttercups. 
 And lay them in your lap. 
 
 With You and I — in that garden, 
 l| 'Tis just like Fairyland, 
 
 •J> For we breathe the flowers' perfume. 
 
 And walk there hand-in-hand. 
 And though no word is spoken. 
 
 Yet Love — is ruler there, 
 And brings to us a message, 
 
 In that Garden of Banished Care. 
 
 
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 Americanism 
 
 5'^'*'*'^^*{MERICANISM is an Eagle evolved 
 from the ashes of old Worlds. 
 
 It arises in a new plumage of 
 beauty, dignity, courage, strength 
 and intelligence, the admiration of 
 .*fc»»^^»»^*^»ii* all beholders. 
 
 In its Faith, Hope and Love, it soars to un- 
 known heights. 
 
 Its talons are a warning to the oppressor and 
 the vandal. 
 
 In its beak it carries the Stars and Stripes, 
 the flag of Liberty, Justice and Equality — a 
 guarantee of the Peace of Nations. 
 
 It gives its best of everything, without hope 
 of a return, that Honor and Glory may reign 
 supreme. 
 
 It is God's masterpiece of true Christianity — 
 Civilization and Democracy. 
 
 Dedicated to that American of Americans, 
 
 Woodrow Wilson 
 
 President of the United States 
 
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 Tar — Mad Vulture of our fears, 
 
 Despite the braggart's taunting cheers. 
 We stand aghast at all the tears 
 You've sent us through the passing 
 
 years. 
 Your widows, with their orphans too, 
 
 Knock at our door, for help they sue. 
 
 Pay us the debt, now long past due. 
 
 We here demand each tear of you. 
 
 What right have you, that flags may wave, 
 
 To fill us many an unnamed grave? 
 
 How fearful, that you ever crave 
 
 The lives of all the good and brave. 
 
 "^*"'":EACE— Thou glorious white-winged dove, 
 
 P» We welcome Thee, as from above; 
 i Brush Thou aside each mail-ed glove, 
 ■ So full of hate, but not of love. 
 ■ Soon, Dove of Peace, thou shalt transform 
 By Power, this awful raging storm; 
 And frenzied cohorts, now that swarm. 
 Shall tremble at our uniform. 
 Red War shall hide his ugly head. 
 And never more be held in dread; 
 Because by Peace, we now are lead. 
 But — Peace with Honor — be it said. 
 
 "•""""'PREPARED— 'Tis surely worth the while 
 
 P5 If we can make the whole world smile — 
 i And savage War with talons vile 
 • We'll banish to the Phantoms' Isle. 
 • Prepared — should any foreign host. 
 Look hungrily upon our coast, 
 And dare — with sneering laugh to boast — 
 "The U. S. next"— we'll call that toast! 
 Prepared — new ships we will release — 
 Prepared — our army we'll increase — 
 Prepared — all hostile guns shall cease — 
 We'll force the World— to keep— the PEACE. 
 
 dedicated to those apostles of Prepareiiness, 
 
 Col. Theodore Roosevelt 
 
 General Leonard Wood 
 
 r. .'>. Senator Henry Cabot T^odge 
 
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 i It's colors are red, white and blue; 
 
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 Good will and a hand clasp to-day; 
 With all of the world our comrades at last. 
 
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 The Stars they stand for Righteousness — -[^ 
 
 The white — for Liberty, 
 
 The red for — Patriotic Blood, 
 
 The blue — for Unity. 
 And as it waves above you there. 
 
 The world will quickly see, -{- 
 
 Old Glory represents us all, -]- 
 
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 This wonderful flag is an emblem of peace -1- 
 
 We'll gain for the nations by'me bye; -|- 
 
 A peace everlasting — a peace without lease, ! 3j 
 A peace that no man can deny. 
 
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 A; Unveil the disappearing night; 
 
 i Then sharp report of morning gun 
 Proclaims the advent of the sun, 
 ■..^.»**.^^.^i: W^ose splendid golden flames adorn 
 
 The presence of a cloudless morn; 
 Thus nature sounds her Reveille 
 And shows A New Day unto me. ^ 
 
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 ?!> I hear the splash of waterfall, 
 
 ^g Whose music has a martial call. 
 
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 i\> The trumpet call of new desires 
 
 11} Uplifts my soul — and it aspires 
 
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 Conceals my past — now damp with mould. 
 
 Beyond, perhaps, some hidden foe 
 
 ^ Hold trenches that I do not know. 
 
 y> These ramparts gained by force of will — 
 
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 5^"'^^:— AM a Soldier of the Sea, 
 
 ? My country means a lot to me. 
 * In every clime, 
 J At any time. 
 
 No matter where I e'er may be, 
 If she should call 
 I'll give my all. 
 
 I — am a Soldier of the Sea, 
 
 To Stars and Stripes I bend my knee. 
 
 No foreign foe 
 
 Can overthrow 
 That lovely banner of the free. 
 
 While I can fight 
 
 For God and right. 
 
 I — am a Soldier of the Sea, 
 Marine — the only corps for me. 
 
 I know no fear, 
 
 I — volunteer. 
 Whether it be land or sea. 
 
 I lead the van, 
 
 A fighting man. 
 
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 jUT of the West we came, 
 
 Farmers, cowboys, woodmen. 
 Yet a mighty host — were we, 
 Real, splendid goodmen. 
 1 { No coward hearts among 
 
 That indomitable throng. 
 A smiling lot of gritty boys. 
 Marching with jest and song, 
 
 A banker stopped his car, 
 
 Along Broadway, and said — 
 "Who are those splendid men. 
 
 Who proudly hold each head?" 
 "Those are our Western men. 
 
 The good old Ninety-First, 
 And when they strike the Hun, 
 
 He'll surely get the worst." 
 
 There at the fighting front. 
 
 Where men were needed most, 
 The good old Ninety-First 
 
 Were found to be a host. 
 New troops, against the Hun 
 
 They rushed, and laughed and cursed, 
 And wrote the story of Argonne — 
 
 While shells around them burst. 
 
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 VHEN our boys stood in the trenches, 
 i With the whistling shells o'er head. 
 Then a young Salvation lassie 
 5 ^^ ^M { Smiled upon them, and she said: 
 5 \ "Buddie, have a real doughnut 
 
 Like your mother used to make; 
 It is hot, and crisp, and tasty. 
 And 'twas made for Jesus' sake. 
 
 When a soldier's wife and children 
 
 In the Union depot stood, 
 With her pocketbook just stolen 
 
 And no money to buy food. 
 Then a kind Salvation lassie 
 
 Came and stood beside her there. 
 And she furnished her with lodging. 
 
 And she paid her railroad fare. 
 
 This is only just a sample 
 
 Of the work the lassies do 
 For young Waterhouse and others 
 
 Both abroad and at home, too. 
 So remember that your money 
 
 That is given in this drive. 
 Helps to make some soldier happy 
 
 And to keep your boy alive. 
 
 
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 ■ ' * ■• WEAR a Cross of brilliant red 
 
 I( That stands for rescue from the dead. 
 • It also stands for sacrifice, 
 « When men and women pay the price. 
 • It shows the world the debt of love 
 
 That must have come from heaven above. 
 For no reward do we receive 
 Who wear the Red Cross on our sleeve. 
 
 The Red Cross means a royal gift 
 
 Of self; or means that we may lift 
 
 Humanity to higher place, 
 
 And benefit the human race. 
 
 Like sentinel, we wait the call 
 
 And give the best we have — our all. 
 
 And with it, just that tender smile 
 
 That makes the gift — well, worth the while. 
 
 What does the Red Cross mean to you? 
 Oh friend of mine — what will you do? 
 For great or small, no matter where, 
 May find a place and do their share. 
 Oh, wondrous badge of honor dear, 
 The emblem of the volunteer. 
 That wondrous Cross of brilliant red, 
 Whose deeds of love the world has read. 
 
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 ^""^•^■•"^'■•■jLD Mother England thought that she 
 Had surely lost a child. 
 
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 But when Bill took to cussing her 
 Then "Sammy" he went wild. 
 i "You shall not call my Mother names. 
 Said Yankee Sam to Bill, ■ 
 "I'll make you look like thirty cents, 
 You bet your life I will. 
 
 My sister, lovely Canada, 
 
 Is worth a lot to me. 
 And for the toll you took from her, 
 
 I'll make you bend your knee. 
 She holds a warm place in my heart, 
 
 I think her wondrous fair; 
 I love to see the Maple Leaf 
 
 A shining in her hair. 
 
 So, Bill, you tackle me awhile, 
 
 I've ships, and men, and wealth; 
 And when I take a hand in this 
 
 'Twill not be for my health. 
 The Stars and Stripes will soon be there — 
 
 The Red, White and the Blue, 
 And when we join our Allies brave, 
 
 'Twill be — "Good Night" — to you." 
 
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 •IVE la France — and La Fayette — 
 ( How often have our eyes been wet 
 With tears of sympathy for you — 
 Our brothers — in the past so true. 
 Some day our flag shall lead the van 
 With that of France — then man to man 
 We'll give our best — we of the West — 
 That Sunny France may win her quest. 
 
 Oh! France, dear France, who saw our need, 
 Take all we have, and let some deed 
 Show France she never was forgot, 
 And now with her we cast our lot — 
 A mighty force — a great reserve — 
 To teach the foe what they deserve. 
 We'll give our best — we of the West — 
 That Sunny France may win her quest. 
 
 Vive la France— you know we care. 
 On sea, in air, you'll find us there; 
 So here we are 'neath stripe and star, 
 Americans come from afar; 
 Our arms shall march in grand review, 
 Our women with the Red Cross, too. 
 We'll give our best— we of the West— 
 That Sunny France may win her quest. 
 
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 ; And the flag that we fly will be there. 
 
 I But it will not be war — 
 
 ' 'Twill be peace — nothing more — 
 
 That we bring to your country once 
 fair. 
 
 'Twas an Emperor's greed 
 That caused you to bleed — 
 
 But the land he now holds he'll restore, 
 When we force him to yield 
 On some great battlefield, 
 
 And our armies against him we pour. 
 
 We are glad that you came, 
 For we know you by name. 
 
 And how brave was each Belgian man — 
 And we'll make the Hun pay 
 Such a price — some fine day — 
 
 That he'll wish that he'd never began. 
 
 So look to the West — 
 It is there you'll be blest, 
 
 For we'll lend you our millions and men. 
 And the Kaiser will quake 
 In Berlin — When we take 
 
 This savage "Weir Wolf" in his den. 
 
 Dedicated to 
 
 Baron Moncheur 
 
 Genera) Le Claire 
 
 of the Belgian Commission 
 
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 <i> A new flag flies, 
 
 ^ And law remains and never dies, 
 
 <1§ And Justice, for her right now cries. 
 
 And breaks old ties. 
 
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 The Battle's won. 
 Look yonder! — like mighty steeple — 
 
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 Land of the grape, of royal shape. 
 
 Whose wine we gladly quaff. 
 Land of the song, oh! how we long 
 ""^ "" ' To rest awhile with thee! 
 
 And bathe our feet in the waters sweet 
 Of your wondrous purple sea. 
 
 No foreign tide shall override 
 
 Italia, lovely land. 
 No brutal Hun shall tear undone. 
 
 The work of Master hand. 
 But we will make them for your sake 
 
 Pay double for each life. 
 And surely rue assault on you. 
 
 That caused you tears and strife. 
 
 Our aeros hum and beaten drum 
 
 Tell Stars and Stripes are near. 
 That Allied host, upon your Coast, 
 
 Will cause the Hun to fear. 
 We'll drive them back when we attack. 
 
 And make them bend the knee; 
 No foot of soil shall be their spoil, 
 
 Italia shall be free. 
 
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 '*"*'"*« KEEP my word," said old Japan, 
 And back the Allies to a man, 
 
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 ; Reject the offer we have heard — 
 i A Japanese — stands by his word." 
 .^^<^*J So spake that wondrous Island race. 
 And threw their gauntlet in the face 
 Of Hunnish trickery and greed. 
 When discord — Huns had tried to breed. 
 
 "We want the best the world can give. 
 
 But honor first — made Japan live. 
 
 And so today we are the same, 
 
 For none can tarnish Japan's name. 
 
 Our soldiers — we will never pour 
 
 Upon the neighbor at our door. 
 
 We know their friendship is sincere. 
 
 Our friends they've been — for many a year. 
 
 The Stars and Stripes and old Japan 
 A friendship long ago began; 
 A friendship that exists today, 
 And none can ever take away. 
 We turn our back on German plot, 
 And with the Allies cast our lot; 
 Here at our side — our swords we gird, 
 For Japan — never broke her word." 
 
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 '""■'■'VT isn't the girl with the money, 
 
 I» And it isn't the girl with the form, 
 i And it isn't the girl with the beautiful face, 
 ; Who will help you weather the storm. 
 ( It's the girl who's the splendid comrade, 
 Who'll not wait for the turn of the tide, 
 That's the girl who will stick — when the weather's 
 thick — 
 It's the girl with the soul inside. 
 
 It isn't the girl who can dance well. 
 
 And it isn't the girl with the clothes — 
 Whom you'll look at twice — tho of course it is nice 
 
 If by chance she should have all those. 
 It's the girl who will stand by you absent — 
 
 When you're knocked — on every side; 
 It's the girl with the eyes, who will give the surprise, 
 
 It's the girl with the soul inside. 
 
 It isn't the girl who is sporty, 
 
 And it isn't the girl who can drink, 
 And it isn't the girl who is loud and talky. 
 
 Who will help you make good— or think. 
 It's the girl with the gentle manners. 
 
 Like mother — who'll ever abide — 
 It's the girl with the smile, that's the girl worth 
 while. 
 
 It's the girl with the soul inside. 
 
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 With bright carnations — in each hand, 
 But no carnation — can compare 
 I With — My Carnation — standing there. 
 I Her eyes — a million secrets hold. 
 Her heart — I wonder — hot or cold? 
 Her fingers — dainty in their touch — 
 Make every flower— mean— so much. 
 
 Her voice — has music in it's ring. 
 
 Her smile — like violets in Spring, 
 Her manners — every lady near 
 Might envy — she is such a dear. 
 Her cheeks — are like a lovely rose, 
 Her voice — that's something no one knows, 
 And so you have a picture neat 
 Of— My Flower Girl— so sweet. 
 
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 \ With a smile — Oh! so sunny — 
 And two lips — just like honey — 
 You're the Rose — that the sun must 
 have kissed. 
 
 You've exquisite eyes — Delicious — 
 Like the sky — or perhaps like the sea — 
 Like stars they do shine — 
 How I wish they were mine — 
 And that you — belonged, dear, to me. 
 
 You've the loveliest voice — Delicious — 
 'Tis music, with every note true — 
 
 Like an anthem it rings, 
 
 As love's story it sings, 
 There is no other woman — like you. 
 
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 ( It drank in all the sunshine 
 • And it shivered in the dew. 
 ■ But after while — the buds peeped oiit 
 And bathed in every shower; 
 Until they covered up the place 
 That held — My Lady's bower. 
 
 And there — with help of sun and rain, 
 
 They opened wider still, 
 And let their beauty, filled with love, 
 
 A fragrance sweet distil. 
 Then — when My Lady smiling came. 
 
 She made — my rose her guest; 
 And kissed — its petals beautiful — 
 
 And wore it on her breast. 
 
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 ^^ > A lovelier hue 
 S 5 Than yours — to you. 
 
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 Such a mind 
 As thine — 
 
 Sparkling like wine; 
 Nor appreciate so much 
 
 The lovely touch 
 Of my Lady's — finger tips 
 
 Or lips. 
 When a fellow's blue 
 
 And no one seems to care for you, 
 Then comes a letter 
 
 To make you feel — better. 
 Like a bird that sings — 
 
 It is full of lovely things — 
 For you have a way 
 
 Of knowing — just the right thing to say. 
 You tell me when and how to smile, 
 
 That Life — is really worth the while. 
 You say, "Look up — strike out — 
 
 And win — life's battle with a shout. 
 Be up with the lark — 
 
 Reach for the mark — 
 Take the best you've got — 
 
 And you'll do a lot. 
 And listen — to what I say — 
 
 Remember — every day 
 I'm a-thinking of you — 
 
 And counting on you, too — 
 So — if you will only try 
 
 May be — you'll get me — by and by." 
 
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 ^2 And kiss — the dear old Moon — Good Night, 
 
 Just — at the break of Day. 
 
 Like Zephyr light — is Love — she is my dainty guide; 
 
 We bathe — in silver pool — 
 
 The — lovely — moonlight — cool. 
 Then on the Wind — like Valkyrie — we swiftly ride — 
 
 To seize — my Soul's delight, 
 
 Waiting — in the Night. 
 
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 For there's Spring in the air, 
 
 And Winter is leaving in wrath. 
 And the buttercups soon 
 Will be courting the moon 
 
 While the robins are taking a bath. 
 
 We will now hear again 
 The drip of the rain 
 
 And the buds will appear on the trees. 
 While the smell of the wood 
 Will somehow taste so good 
 
 With the perfumes that come on the breeze. 
 
 All nature will dance, 
 And be glad of the chance, 
 
 While the brooks kiss the rocks as they pass. 
 And the waters will swirl 
 As laughing they whirl, 
 
 And throw out the spray on the grass. 
 
 There is one time a year 
 Inexpressibly dear, 
 
 T'is the Spring — when all nature is put; 
 That I hear with delight 
 In the morn or at night. 
 
 The musical splash of the trout. 
 
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 { With your boat and yachting suit, 
 • And the servants' tips to boot, 
 J With the lolling on the beach, 
 And the breakers within reach, 
 
 With the picnic and the lunch. 
 
 And the laughter-loving bunch. 
 
 Lazy Summer, for your sake. 
 We will seek some mountain lake, 
 Take a stroll among the trees. 
 Drink in every cooling breeze, 
 Love the clover when 'tis red, 
 Roll right in it like a bed. 
 Dear old summer, don't you go. 
 You are lazy — don't you know? 
 
 
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 With that dignified way — as you walk. 
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 And the Breezes — are helpmg you 
 talk. 
 
 You have hair — that I think I'll call chestnut, 
 
 Your eyes — are a beautiful brown, 
 And your cheeks — it is said — are a wonderful red — 
 
 You're the loveliest woman in town. 
 
 The Spring — and the Summer — were charming, 
 But you — Lady Autumn — when dressed 
 
 In that coat — red and yellow — somehow get a fellow, 
 For you — Lady Autumn — are best. 
 
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 I Shivering now, his lips are blue, 
 ' Like some belated mourner. 
 I The snow has made his hair all white, 
 His toothless gums a gruesome sight; 
 He staggers on into the night. 
 And none could be forlorner. 
 
 With mirthless laugh he stops to see. 
 
 Some tearful woman crying; 
 Her coat all gone — so Winter he — 
 
 Delights to hear her sighing. 
 The quail are frozen in the wood, 
 
 The cattle have not any food; 
 While winter shakes his old fur hood, 
 
 Rejoicing at the dying. 
 
 Hurry and go — old Winter so — 
 
 We'll miss your cold winds stinging; 
 The trees are bent and loaded down, 
 
 I hear the axes ringing. 
 The birds all pipe a rondelay, 
 
 And long for sunshine and for May; 
 Say, Winter — take yourself away, 
 
 That Spring may come here singing. 
 
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 '"'VHIS book has magic colors, 
 Like Joseph's coat of old; 
 It is a treasure storehouse, 
 
 With nuggets — rich in gold. 
 Here clear refreshing fountains 
 Will quench the thirsty one, 
 And peaceful, restful meadows 
 For weary souls alone. 
 
 Oh! Book of Books revealing — 
 
 Your Father's love for you, 
 The wondrous work of Jesus, 
 
 The Holy Spirit, too. 
 Poetic inspiration, 
 
 And scientific facts. 
 Historic preparation. 
 
 For future royal acts. 
 
 And Love beyond expression 
 
 That fills and overflows, 
 And Faith — so grand — triumphant — 
 
 To stand Satanic blows. 
 And Hope just like an anchor 
 
 That holds when storms shall beat, 
 I find— in the old Bible— 
 
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 and the tears come in your eye, 
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 watch "the Rainbow in your sky." 
 { Then disaster turns to blessing. 
 For His love is ever nigh, 
 And He spells it — His-appointment, 
 As your need He doth supply. 
 
 There is much that you've forgotten, 
 
 But He never does forget, 
 Loves to show His "loving kindness" 
 
 When it seems you're most beset. 
 Then the blessings come in showers, 
 
 And you surely can't deny 
 That He makes you feel His presence 
 
 With that "Rainbow in your sky." 
 
 So your life is what you make it — 
 
 Full of sunshine or of rain; 
 Why not turn your back on trouble? 
 
 For the sun will shine again. 
 And to-morrow you'll be smiling 
 
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 Oh! God — give me more faith — and let Him be 
 My Counsellor and Guide — to dwell in me — 
 Then mighty works — He will perform today — 
 In Jesus name — like he did — yesterday. 
 
 What is that sound I hear — like bugle call — 
 Upon my soul it steals and asks my all, 
 My Soul — My body — and my Spirit, too — 
 That He may do with me — what He would do. 
 The deaf shall hear again — the dumb shall speak — 
 And Souls be brought — each day — to Jesus' feet — 
 Then I — a Royal Son — shall be indeed, 
 When — like my Master — I supply their need. 
 
 What is that peal I hear — like many bells — 
 
 That ring out joyously — whose echo tells 
 
 Of val'rous deeds — well done — and crowns well 
 
 earned — 
 Of many battles won and foes interned. 
 It is the Angel Chorus of my Lord, 
 Rejoicing that I've gained my full reward. 
 My fight — with principalities — unseen — 
 I've won — with Spirit's sword — both sharp and keen. 
 
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 ''■«HE moon is never shining 
 
 With light she calls her own, 
 She just reflects the sunshine — 
 The sun has cared to loan. 
 ^ But what a flood of blessing. 
 
 She pours in every place, 
 As she reflects — his glory — 
 Upon her — shining face. 
 
 So don't forget, each morning. 
 
 To leave the secret place. 
 And let that sweet communion, 
 
 Bring forth a shining face. 
 Then all you meet will love you. 
 
 And all will want to know 
 The author — of the presence — 
 
 Who gave your face that glow. 
 
 Soon — someone else will carry 
 
 The message you have brought 
 To others, who are needy, 
 
 By word, or deed, or thought. 
 And long before you know it 
 
 You'll find in every place 
 A multitude — reflecting 
 
 Your Master's shining face. 
 
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 And think of The Trail Ahead. 
 . -. rained today — but will shine to- 
 j morrow — 
 
 The sun as it set shone red. 
 The Trail leads up to a stately mountain. 
 
 With all my mistakes below. 
 A river swirls — through a rocky canyon — 
 And on it unkind things go. 
 
 The Trail Ahead opens on a vista 
 
 Of life, and beauty, and love, 
 While I rejoice — ^for my soul is joyful — 
 
 As I look from iny height above. 
 From where I stand I can hear them singing — 
 
 I laugh — for they are not dead— 
 They all are there-^and they seem to beckon 
 
 Me— on to The Trail Ahead. 
 
 You need a guide; — there is one there waiting — 
 
 Who broke out that trail for ys>\x. 
 He knows the way-^riever mind rough places — 
 
 For He will carry you through. . 
 Then put your hand in the. hand that loves you, 
 
 A hand that has always led, 
 He cannot fail — He will surely lead you 
 
 To the end— of The frail Ahead. 
 
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 With Laughter and Love at the oars; 
 « The banks all full of singing children, 
 5 Waving to me from the shores. 
 I love to feel the breeze of welcome 
 That comes from a deed well done; 
 I love to weigh my boat with blessings 
 And start with the rising sun. 
 
 I love to see the Shining Boatman, 
 
 Who sits at my helm for me ; 
 I never fear — that I'll be stranded 
 
 Or cast on some rocky lea. 
 No storm comes near — when He is steering, 
 
 Our skies- — they are always blue; 
 He loves to sail — on Smiling River — 
 
 With Laughter and Love for our crew. 
 
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 HEN you are alone — have you ever 
 known 
 The clasp of a welcome hand? 
 It's spirit of cheer, with its clasp 
 sincere, 
 
 Seems to say, "I understand." 
 And its comradeship — was not from the lip — 
 
 'Twas deeper than words could tell. 
 But it made you feel, "I'll get a square deal, 
 And now — with my soul 'tis well." 
 
 'Tis a real friend, that's true to the end. 
 
 And is good in any land; 
 For their fellowship will tighten your grip. 
 
 With the clasp of a welcome hand. 
 Then your limit's the sky — for it makes you try, 
 
 And it gives you lots of sand — 
 And you say, "I shall — and I thank you. Pal, 
 
 For that clasp of your welcome hand." 
 
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 "Peace, Good Will to all we brinj 
 Men and herald Angels sing, 
 On the air, ringing there, 
 To the rich and poor the same. 
 In the blessing of His name. 
 Never fear, 
 
 Come and hear, 
 In the song we sing tonight. 
 
 There is rest and peace and might. 
 Now believe, 
 And receive. 
 
 Ring the Bells! Christmas Bells! 
 Christ hath died that we might live. 
 None but Christ, new life can give. 
 Routed foes — when he rose. 
 Now we praise Him more and more. 
 For the cruel cross He bore. 
 For each toll, 
 Means a soul. 
 Won for God and for the right. 
 Out of darkness into light, 
 Blessed sight, 
 Christmas night. 
 
 Hear the Bells! Christmas Bells! 
 Will they ring for you in Glory — 
 
 When they chant out Calvary's story? 
 God help you to be true. 
 Till we reach the home above. 
 Home of light and home of love. 
 What a sight, 
 Robed in white. 
 When our God shall give a crown. 
 And the faithful gain renown, 
 Work all done, 
 Heaven won. 
 
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 In ^B ^\ spend 
 
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 All my time on the Sunset Way, 
 With its wonderful vision of molten 
 
 And its promise of a new day. 
 May my way be all tinged with opal blue, 
 
 A foretaste of Heaven above, 
 And the red up there— speak of crowns I'll wear 
 
 For service I've given in love. 
 
 May someone I meet— ^hear the mercy seat 
 
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 Say a word in season for me — 
 How I helped them fight — life's battle aright. 
 
 And showed them the way to be free. 
 Then I'll reap a toll--with joy in my soul, 
 
 And be glad when I saw that day, 
 That I chose, the right and walked in the light 
 
 Of that glorious Sunset Way. 
 
 
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 ■jHOULD I take "The Long Sleep" 
 * Why — don't you weep! 
 ; And please don't send flowers to me. 
 H It is only — "Good Night," 
 
 For I stahd on His promise— you see. 
 
 And I'm all right, 
 
 Should some — Minister preach. 
 Just tell him to teach 
 
 Of the love — Father bears for you. 
 That a sunny smile 
 Is the thing worth while. 
 
 And that is what Jesus would do. 
 
 There is many a soul 
 That could be made whole, 
 
 And a little love will bring through. 
 So — I'm all right 
 For it's only — "Good Night,'"' 
 
 And I'll soon say "Good Morning" to you. 
 
 
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 S5 I know thee not, 
 2 For on the landscape 
 ^ Thou— art but a blot- 
 5 For there — beyond thee 
 Lies the goal I seek, 
 'Tis for the brave alone, 
 Not — for the weak. 
 
 Stand aside — Sorrow — 
 
 Thou art full of tears. 
 But I — shall smile — 
 
 For many years. 
 No gloomy place 
 
 Shall hold — me — long — 
 I'm for the sunshine — 
 
 With a song. 
 
 Stand aside — Sickness — 
 
 Thou art not for me. 
 Health — is my comrade. 
 
 Your master — He — 
 I choose — my friends — 
 
 The company — I keep — 
 So take your pains and aches 
 
 To dungeons — deep. 
 
 Stand aside — Spectre — 
 
 They call thee— Death— 
 But I'll not yield to thee 
 
 A single — breath — 
 For God intended 
 
 I should onward press. 
 Out of my way 
 
 My name's— SUCCESS. 
 
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 yester6aY 
 
 'iHERE are the clouds of yesterday, 
 Where are its storms and tears? 
 The sunshine of a glad today 
 
 Has turned them back for years. 
 And while my garden needed rain, 
 It needed sunshine, too, 
 For I prefer a cloudless sky 
 With all my skies deep blue. 
 
 Where are the words of yesterday? 
 
 The kind ones still remain, 
 But some that I have spoken 
 
 I'll never speak again. 
 The honey in some words will give 
 
 New life to many a soul, 
 And when you least expect it 
 
 Will help them reach their goal. 
 
 Where are the deeds of yesterday? 
 
 They've vanished in the air. 
 And I must make my mark today 
 
 To really do my share. 
 For action is the thing that counts. 
 
 And not a mouldy past. 
 And promises may be all right. 
 
 But deeds are what will last. 
 
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 p'^'^'-^-^IFE is a bubble— that breaks now and 
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 ■ I • And fills you with trouble and sorrow, 
 
 ( ^^^^ \ But never you mind, just you smile 
 • { when you think 
 
 What will come— on that splendid 
 tomorrow. 
 The old sun is shining — behind that dark cloud 
 
 Though you — may not see it, you know. 
 So reach out and take — the best that there is — 
 
 And make the world — give you a show. 
 
 You're just in a game and the line's right ahead. 
 
 So smash it and show them yoiif pluck, 
 And never tell people — ^you haven't success, 
 
 Or somehow — you're down on your luck. 
 Just let — the great Captain above^smile on you. 
 
 And shake your hand — after the game, 
 You tried for your letter — and won it — all right. 
 
 Now — make the world — give you a name. 
 
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 LOVE to live in Dreamland, 
 
 Somewhere among the stars. 
 I think it is where Venus is; 
 
 It never could be Mars; 
 For everywhere are flowers 
 
 And palaces so grand, 
 There never was a place — you know. 
 
 Just like my own Dreamland. 
 
 Up there are shady alleys. 
 
 With gold in every street, 
 And in the leafy branches 
 
 Are birds that sing so sweet. 
 The pools are full of fishes 
 
 With silver scales that shine; 
 The air is most delicious. 
 
 And tastes like new made wine. 
 
 And then there is an ocean 
 
 That flows in at your feet. 
 Which I — with new emotion 
 
 Watch from my rocky seat. 
 The waves like laughing Fairies 
 
 Go dancing past with glee, 
 While merry skipping Dolphins 
 
 They throw the spray on me. 
 
 There hand in hand I wander 
 
 With Love — my only guide; 
 He seems to understand me 
 
 And know the soul inside. 
 I never heard him chide me, 
 
 The good he seems to see. 
 And always speaks about it 
 
 That I may happy be. 
 
 Each day and every moment 
 
 Reveals some new delight; 
 Our skies are blue and cloudless, 
 
 Our days are always bright. 
 For all my Dreamland fancies 
 
 Are restful, good, and true, 
 I'd love — if I were able 
 
 To share them all with you. 
 
 
 
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 » ^r r Grown among volcanic ash; 
 • I ^ And I do not need a phosphate 
 « ^L ^ Just to help me get the cash. 
 5 (I am — as rosy and as mellow 
 
 As a young girl in her teens, 
 But it takes a man to raise me. 
 Some hard worker in his jeans. 
 
 I have — a perfume most delicious 
 
 Long about the first of May, 
 And the bees they sip the honey 
 
 From my blossoms — on their way. 
 I let — the Sun and Wind both kiss me 
 
 Till I turn a rosy red, 
 Then the green leaves hide my blushes 
 
 As they cover up my head. 
 
 I go — to bed in special boxes. 
 
 Wrapped in covers soft and warm. 
 And I wake in foreign countries, 
 
 Never having come to harm. 
 I have — a retinue of Courtiers, 
 
 Who my praises sweetly sing, 
 And the world, like someone's sweetheart, 
 
 Says the Apple — it is King. 
 
 
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 • And slaves from distant Egypt's mart 
 
 ( Obeyed thy every mood. 
 
 ( Imperious — magnificent. 
 
 You watched my legions pass; 
 You gloried in my victories, 
 Disdained the moving mass. 
 
 From balcony of gold you looked 
 
 Not far from Caesar great; 
 Your beauty was the talk of Rome, 
 
 You lived in regal state. 
 And I — was Caesar's general, 
 
 Returned from foreign war; 
 Before me captive kings now marched, 
 
 And conquered banners bore. 
 
 When I saluted Caesar there 
 
 I saw no face but thine; 
 When I received the thanks of Rome, 
 
 Thine eyes proclaimed thee mine. 
 And there before that mighty host 
 
 My heart lay at thy feet; 
 A conqueror — now conquered, 
 
 A captive to my sweet. 
 
 
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 Over there. 
 Oh the fun. 
 As I run, 
 
 On the beach. 
 
 And I sigh, 
 For the sky, 
 'Tis so blue, 
 The right hue. 
 I'm the child, 
 Of the wild, 
 Rolling beach. 
 
 As the sea. 
 
 Breaks o'er me, 
 I'm the slave. 
 Of the wave. 
 In the foam. 
 Of its comb. 
 Near th6 beach. 
 
 I delight, 
 In its might. 
 As I dive, 
 I'm alive. 
 And I land, 
 On the sand, 
 Of the beach. 
 
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 How it beats on the pane! 
 Why it just makes me sore— 
 You might know it would pour. 
 It is surely my fate, 
 When I make a nice date, 
 And I want the day fine, 
 That the sun — will not shine." 
 
 "Say, Friend — ^you've been guessing- 
 Why, showers of blessing 
 Have come from that rain 
 To the farmers' great gain. 
 And — in each little pool 
 There's a bath— nice and cool — 
 So the birds in the trees 
 May do just as they please. 
 
 Then it kissed the bare feet 
 Of the boys as it beat. 
 And each of its showers 
 Was good— for the flowers. 
 Then it cleaned the old street. 
 Made it look nice and sweet. 
 And it gave you good health, 
 And it increased your wealth. 
 
 Next time — you're expressing- — 
 Why— just count your blessing, 
 And be glad for the rain 
 When it comes— on your pane. 
 And— thank God with a smile, 
 For He — does things worth while. 
 In reverses— discern 
 
 There's a blessing to learn. 
 
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 T^ the snow, 
 
 i Will melt and come to noth.ingr, don't you 
 • know; 
 
 ; There are some Ideals we have that come 
 i to stay, 
 
 • And grow more beautiful from day to day. 
 There is the dear old home. 
 With mother at tha door, 
 Who never counts the ills you've done, 
 Just loves you more and more. 
 Who stands there waiting- with the hopes of years. 
 Who stands there waitings, holding- back the tears, 
 Believing* you will win throug-h. sun and rain. 
 Believing- you will soon come back ag-ain. 
 And this is one of the Ideals that's worth the while. 
 That comes from out the past to make you smile. 
 
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 There are some Ideals we have, that, like the snow, 
 Will melt and come to nothing-, don't you know; 
 There are some ideals we have that come to stay, 
 And grow more beautiful from day to day. 
 There is the dear old girl 
 Whom you knew long- ag-o, 
 
 A picture sweet, with dainty ways, 
 You said you loved her so. 
 And yet you let the world come In and blot 
 This lovely g-irl, so dear, from out your lot; 
 Perhaps she waits for you until this day, 
 Perhaps you've found the new one did not pay. 
 And this is one of the Ideals that's worth the while. 
 That comes from oiit the past to make you smile. 
 
 There are some Ideals we have, that, like the snow. 
 Will melt and come to nothing-, don't you know; 
 There are some Ideals we have that come to stay. 
 And grow more beautiful from day to day. 
 There are the children, too, 
 Whom you saw yestex-day. 
 
 You see them everywhere you look, 
 They seem out there at play. 
 With smiling- faces they are off to school, 
 The boys g-o with you to tb« swimming- pool; 
 Perhaps some day you'll see them all aguin, 
 And you -will find you have not lived in vain. 
 And this is one of the Ideals that's worth the while, 
 That conies from out the past to make you smile. 
 
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 i Once shone within the East; 
 But — every one of these are Stars, 
 From greatest to the least. 
 
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 My first — the dainty Violet- 
 Whose colors are — deep blue — 
 And when I chance to look at it — 
 I see — a Daughter too. 
 
 The Yellow Jessamine — I now 
 
 Insert in my bouquet; 
 'Tis like the merry Widow — 
 
 Who smiles from day to day. 
 
 The Lily White — so pure and good — 
 
 I could not leave behind; 
 It seems to represent the Wife — 
 
 So loving, true and kind. 
 
 I need a little Green — you know — 
 
 To make it look just right; 
 So add — the Fern — like Sister dear-- 
 
 Whose face is a delight. 
 
 But last— not least— a Red, Red Rose, 
 
 The sweetest of the Sweet; 
 An emblem of my Mother's love — 
 
 That makes my bunch complete. 
 
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 t^ « ^^^^ * Doan yo hyar de bell er ringin'? 
 
 7f « ■ ■ « Dat's ole Number Fo-ty-Seb-ben. 
 
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 ? Now she climbin' up de mountin, 
 X Now yo hyar de steam er singin'; 
 ^i" Dat's de one — dat done beat Leb-ben. 
 
 She's de bestes In-jine goin'. 
 How I kno? I bin her stoker, 
 
 Kno a-bout ole Fo-ty-Seb-ben. 
 Kno de time she jes er crowin', 
 <l> Hyar her laff — she whar er joker, 
 
 When she beat dat Number Leb-ben. 
 
 ',3 Some 'po White Trash run dat In-jine, 
 
 ^ He doan onderstan' mah beauty; 
 
 '<$ He doan kno ole Fo-ty-Seb-ben. 
 
 Jim — de injineer — he run her, 
 Run her mo fo lub dan duty; 
 
 Dat's de time she done beat Leb-ben. 
 
 Tole yer what — she bin a lady- 
 rk Haul de passenger er hummin'- 
 
 % Dat she did— ole Fo-ty-Seb-ben, 
 
 Now — she totein' lumber maybe — 
 Hyar dat freight? Dat's her er comin'— 
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 "*'^*'"*''^riD you ever get sore, when you thought 
 
 D; you knew Law, 
 
 J But Justice you found hard to find? 
 • Now Law and a woman are somewhat 
 \ alike, 
 
 In a second — they both change their 
 mind. 
 
 If you're raised in a school, where you learned Law 
 — by rule — 
 The Judge will feel sorry for you. 
 If you quote him some book, he will tell you to look 
 
 At the flood, where your quotation grew. 
 So you feel out of sorts, in these modern Law 
 Courts, 
 And you never know just what to do, 
 For the Judge, on the bench, he will make you 
 retrench 
 On the Law — that you thought that you knew. 
 
 Thsre's another nice Law, that will stick in your 
 craw, 
 'Tis the law that you did not expect, 
 And your case you assume — it has gone up the 
 flume — 
 Like a vessel that's suddenly wrecked. 
 A remedy lies should they spring a surprise. 
 
 But the "Innocent Party" gets you, 
 If a third party float, your client's paid note. 
 
 While the second — has "busted" and flew. 
 There's another nice thing, that will make your 
 head ring. 
 Are the facts — that somehow you forgot. 
 In your case — they're the flaw — that will knock out 
 your Law, 
 And make you say things you should not. 
 
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 MAN with white hair, 
 » Who did not look old, 
 Knew just what it meant 
 
 To be left in the cold. 
 His children — now grown — 
 
 Were the pride of his eye, 
 So he talked about them 
 
 To each passer-by. 
 
 Long ago — they'd forgotten 
 
 What father had done — 
 How he'd saved and he'd slaved 
 
 To give to his son 
 That fine education 
 
 Himself was denied — 
 That was worth untold millions 
 
 In stemming life's tide. 
 
 That girl — so admired — 
 
 He'd danced on his knee; 
 He'd paid for her music 
 
 And travel, you see. 
 Then society came 
 
 And made her — forget — 
 There was no place for father 
 
 In her social set. 
 
 "Honor Father and Mother," 
 
 The Bible does say, 
 But — they cut Father out. 
 
 And his old-fashioned way. 
 Yet — Father goes round 
 
 With a smile on his face. 
 And praises them up 
 
 To the whole human race. 
 
 Dedicated to 
 
 Mrs. John Bruce Dodd 
 
 Founder Fathers' Day Association. 
 
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Social Service bureau 
 
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 '•'M only a kid, 
 
 J An' we ain't had nothin' to eat 
 y For mos' two days; 
 { An' ma, she's sick — 
 
 ^ Do you know ma? She's mighty sweet, 
 But there she lays. 
 
 An' pa, he's gone — 
 
 Got lost, I guess, for mos' two years, 
 
 With ma an' me an' Bill 
 Kind'er waitin'. 
 I hate to see her shed the tears 
 
 An' lay so still. 
 
 Wat's yer name, lady? 
 
 All that what's written on the card? 
 You're mighty kind — 
 
 "Social Service Bureau." 
 
 Your name's long — must be most a yard- 
 But you don't mind. 
 
 Ma will have tea 
 
 With sugar and milk both in it? 
 
 An' a warm dress? 
 An' bread an 'butter — 
 Say, lady, jes you wait er minute. 
 
 You're all right, I guess. 
 
 Hully, gee! 
 
 I guess some angel told you straight 
 
 About our need. 
 Never mind the pie. 
 Bill an' me has got to wait — 
 
 Give ma the feed. 
 
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 ./ni^^*.^* IiOVi: thy wonarous fields of grain, 
 
 I love thy rocks and rills; 
 I love the thunder and the rain 
 
 That shakes the distant hills. 
 I love each lake and valley, 
 
 Thy grandeur as it thrills; 
 I love each shady alley — 
 
 Its quiet — as it stills. 
 
 REFKAIN : 
 
 Oh! Washingiion, dear Washington! 
 
 Xiike maiden — wondrous fair — 
 Thy beauty takes my hreath away, 
 
 With thee — none can compare. 
 I've come a many a mile or m.ore, 
 
 I left the home I knew, 
 To he thy knig-ht and serve thee rig"ht, 
 
 And make m.y home — with you. 
 
 I love those Indian names of thine, 
 
 Whose grace — your cities share; 
 I love thy hos-pi-tal-i-ty, 
 
 You'll find it everywhere. 
 I love thy people clever, 
 
 That come from every clime; 
 I love the h.omes you give to them, 
 
 I love the church hells' chime. 
 
 I love thy sag'e-hrush country, 
 
 Where many a town arose; 
 By help of irrig'ation 
 
 It blossoms like the rose. 
 I love thy rosy apples, 
 
 That m.ellow in the sun; 
 I love thy push and progress 
 
 That many a battle won. 
 
 I love thy lovely climate, 
 
 It means for me — g-ood health ; 
 I love thy great resources 
 
 That lift me up — to wealth. 
 I love thy pine trees swaying-, 
 
 I love the air so sweet; 
 I love thy grand old ocean 
 
 That rolls there at your feet. 
 
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 OTTUN think — of those dear old days — 
 
 When we walked — in the moonlig-ht clear — 
 And I told you — ^the story — I loved to tell — 
 
 And you — were my sweetheart — dear. 
 I rememher — the nig-ht — that I kissed you 
 first — 
 
 The grapes g^rew over my head — 
 And that arhor — seemed — like a Heavenly 
 place — 
 
 As "Kiss me ag-ain," you said. 
 
 You had wonderful eyes — that were — just like a dove — 
 
 And a soul — that I knew could feel — 
 They belonged to the hest little girl in the world — 
 
 A g'irl — who was true as steel. 
 The day you said — "Yes" — was the loveliest day — 
 
 The skies — must have been of blue — 
 And the sun — must have kissed — the moon — "Good- 
 nig-ht" — 
 
 The day — that I married you. 
 
 You were always tb.e same — my own — best girl — 
 
 And my home — a perfect delig'ht — 
 And the thing's ttat you cooked — were like mother 
 made — 
 
 For somehow — they tasted just rig-ht. 
 And when you were dressed — in evening- dress — 
 
 With those jewels in your hair^ 
 I'll bet — there wasn't a g'irl in the land — 
 
 Who looked — half as sweet or fair. 
 
 I have traveled the world — and have seen its best — 
 
 It is none too g'ood for me — 
 But the girl I love — is the girl at home — 
 
 She is the girl I see — 
 For there in my grip — is her picture fair — 
 
 With those wonderful eyes — and say — 
 I'm the happiest man — in the whole — wide — world — 
 
 For — I'm g'oing' home — today. 
 
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 WILL give you a tip, 
 There is hid in my grip 
 
 A picture — that I love to see, 
 Of a girl — not so tall, 
 Though she's not very small, 
 
 A girlie that means much to me. 
 
 She has eyes like a dove, 
 Just the kind that I love, 
 
 Some say — they are brown — some say blue. 
 But I think her divine, 
 And her kisses are mine. 
 
 For she will not give any to you. 
 
 To the movies we go, 
 
 For she loves a good show, 
 
 And the ice cream she eats — is a joke. 
 And I think there's no doubt. 
 If I do not look out, 
 
 That this Girlie will soon have me broke. 
 
 A secret I'll tell, 
 I love her so well, 
 
 She's the one — only girl — I adore. 
 She is like a sunbeam, 
 A regular dream. 
 
 For this Girlie of mine — is just — four. 
 
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 .«*m**<».-». PICKED a lovely rose today, 
 
 X And thought — of you — so far away. 
 i Each leaf — like velvet soft now lies, 
 5 Before me here — just like your eyes. 
 It's center — where the heart should be- 
 Is like your heart — now hid from me. 
 
 I miss your tender thoughtfulness, 
 
 Your loving care, each soft caress. 
 
 It helped a lot — to have a friend, 
 
 On whom — I always could depend, 
 
 For no one yet — has lasted long, 
 
 They all have gone, like some sweet song. 
 
 So — give my love — to all the rest — 
 
 But — for yourself — why keep the best. 
 
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 Makes the best Pal — from the 
 
 worst. 
 
 Teaches you to trust and try. 
 
 Why the — Y — is like a lamp, 
 Shows the way, and leaves its stamp. 
 Makes you hold your head up high. 
 You are born again — a man — 
 Helps you do — the best you can, 
 If its precepts — you apply. 
 
 Makes you think — and write — and talk, 
 Win athletics in a walk. 
 
 Brings you health and clears your eye. 
 Teaches you to sing and pray, 
 Follow in your mother's way. 
 And your God — to glorify. 
 
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 P 5 W 5 My eyes, they say, are brown. 
 
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 i ^L I They match my Sunday gown. 
 5 \ I'd like to show them to you, 
 
 I think they would suit you; 
 But though my eyes may be of brown 
 You'll find my heart is true blue. 
 
 <| They'll tell you the "Big Dipper" 
 
 Lies in the sky above t$ 
 
 And shows you seven great big stars 
 <^ That all the children love 
 
 ^ Suppose you be the handle 
 
 '^ And I your "Dipper," dear, 
 
 You'll find that I am mighty sweet 
 Through "Dipping" Chocolates here. 
 
 So let me be your dipper; 
 
 I'll dip with you for life; 
 I'll shine like lovely Pleiades 
 
 And smile away all strife. 
 The nice things I will say to you 
 
 Like Chocolates sweet will be; 
 Then you will let the whole world know 
 
 You're "Dippy" over me. 
 
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 5 Is a wonderful man 
 { When election time rolls around, 
 
 \ you'll see, 
 
 5 With a smile that is bland 
 And a clasp of the hand 
 
 It is, "Brother, you just vote 
 for me. 
 
 Now you — watch me bust 
 Each millionaire trust. 
 Why, they're nothing but 'grafters and greed'; 
 I'm the man of the hour. 
 You put me — in power, 
 
 I'm the man that the poor people need." 
 
 Then he says, "How's your wife? 
 I'm a friend true — for life." 
 
 And he praises each kiddy galore. 
 And you take a long breath, 
 While he talks you to death, 
 And he promises many things more. 
 
 When the voting is done, 
 
 Why, you cant find him — son, 
 
 He's forgotten the most that he said. 
 For his peaches and cream. 
 Are only — a dream. 
 
 That he kept — in the back of his head. 
 
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 • HY IS It all the Kickers 
 
 Will "kick" about the "gas," 
 And come around — "a-kicking" 
 To one small dark-eyed lass? 
 ^j I wonder if they saw my hair, 
 And knew that it was — red? 
 I think I'll let them see the place 
 I bury — all my dead. 
 
 I'm glad the job I have is "Gas," 
 
 For "Gas" is all I get, 
 But if they are not careful 
 
 I'll "Gas" them yet, you bet. 
 They do not understand me, 
 
 They think I'm what I ain't; 
 I need— z^ little loving — 
 
 I dp not need — Complaint. 
 
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 fit What needs a little petting, 
 
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 They say I'm right good looking, 
 That my eyes are like the sea; 
 
 I'd like to show them to you, 
 Then I know you'd think of me. 
 
 I'm very fond of candy. 
 And could try to eat a pound; 
 
 In case you called this evening. 
 And should chance to bring it 'round. 
 
 I'll sit here on the sofa. 
 
 While you take the big arm chair. 
 And I'll let you tell me stories. 
 
 While you're sitting over there. 
 
 And all the time you're talking, 
 I'll be thinking what you've missed. 
 
 As I sit here on the sofa, 
 Just — a-longing to be kissed. 
 
 For I'm just a little girlie. 
 
 With a lovely Psyche knot. 
 What needs a little petting, 
 
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 ! Jes' as good as you; 
 « Only I talks 
 I 'An cake walks 
 till — yon you. 
 
 I'se Sunshine Sue, 
 Jes' as good as you; 
 
 Only I'se black, 
 
 Dat's 'er fac' 
 'Po — white trash' you. 
 
 I'se Sunshine Sue, 
 Jes' as good as you; 
 
 Only— yu'se style, 
 
 Wid yo' pile, 
 I done beat you. 
 
 I'se Sunshine Sue, 
 Jes' as good as you; 
 
 When I die 
 
 I'se 'er gwine high, 
 But I doan kno — bout you. 
 
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 ^'^•■'^'^JNE time I got sick— 
 
 ' They thought — I would kick, 
 So they called in a nurse, 
 And at once — I got worse. 
 A regular dream — 
 Just like a sunbeam, 
 With the loveliest voice, 
 
 ^^.^.^^^^c J 3jjjj^ired their choice. 
 
 I could stand a whole lot 
 Of the petting I got; 
 It was quite a surprise — 
 When I looked in her eyes. 
 They were soft — as a dove, 
 The kind — one could love; 
 I fell — like the rest, 
 As my nurse — took my test. 
 
 But — that far-away look, 
 From a movie she took; 
 And that soft-spoken word 
 At some play — she had heard. 
 And her touch — was a fake — 
 It was not for my sake, 
 Just — professional dope, 
 But — behind it — was hope. 
 
 That some Doctor — away — 
 Would return some fine day. 
 And say, "Dearie, be mine. 
 You are just in my line. 
 Make a 'Patient' of me. 
 Then — my best girl you'll be; 
 You can see by my face 
 'Tis a serious case." 
 
 Yet a memory stays, 
 And I dream — of those days, 
 And I long to be sick, 
 Just to get her here — quick, 
 In that uniform neat, 
 She is wonderf'ly sweet; 
 In the whole universe — 
 There is none — like my nurse. 
 
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