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Copyrighted
May 1905 and November 1906
by
SAM. F. WOOLARD
Pecember 1904,
Seventy-second Thousand
THE GOLDSMITH Booſ & STATIONERY Co.
PUBLISHERS
WICHITA, KANSAS
Picked up here and there. Some were
waifs, some were strayed—and maybe—
some were stolen, while the parentage of
others have been acknowledged before the
whole world. Credit has been freely given
where credit was found to be due.
To the compiler it seemed they were worthy
to be “bunched.” All who believe with him
that Ilife at its worst is as good as we de-
serve, and that our Mission is to get the best
out of our respective lives, cannot but be
most grateful to the bright minds who have
produced such splendid thoughts to cheer us.
SAMUEL FRANCIs WooDARD
Contents
Turn the pages and see
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Illustrations
“Close your eyes and think of the Past,
*he Present, and anticipate the Future
With the Cornpiler
Let us drink a toast to those God-
Inspired Characters whose lives prove
that they make the Happiness of
Others the basis upon which they
build for their own Happiness.
My Toast
The following lines written by Caroline A, Mason, express th
sentiment of my trust in God, my purpose always to look upon the
bright side of life, and ever to think well of my fellow men:-
Whichever way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it East, or blow it West,
The wind that blows—that wind is best!
My little craft sails not alone:
A thousand fleets from every zone
Are out upon a thousand seas;
And what for me were favoring breeze
Might dash another with the shock
Of doom, upon some hidden rock.
And so I do not dare to pray
For winds to waft me on my way;
But leave it to a Higher Will,
To stay or speed me—trusting still
That all is well, and sure that He
Who launched my bark will sail with me
Through storm and calm, and will not fail,
Whatever breezes may prevail,
To land me, every peril past,
Within EIis sheltering haven at last.
Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,
My heart is glad to have it so;
And blow it East, or blow it West,
The wind that blows—that wind is best!
FRANK N. LYNoH,
To you, my cheerful friendl—To You! who,
seem to be an exquisite architect, forever
building up the castle of happiness out of all
the losses and crosses and wrecks and ruins,
that fate may throw about you: — to you
who can always see the silver lining to every
cloud, who can poinard your sorrows and
share your joys, and laugh and sing, and be
content, and still keep up the fight till.
life’s rugged journey ends!
Joseph D. HousTow
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
To those who passed me on the highway and gave greeting,
and whom I shall never meet again; to the possible friends who
came my way, and whose eyes lingered as they fell on mine,—rnay
they ever be eager with youth and strong with fellowship; may
they never miss a welcome nor want a comradel
—ANNA STRUNSKY
I drink it as the Fates ordain it.
Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes;
Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it
In memory of dear old times.
—WILLIAM M. THACKIQBAY
“Here's to you, my dear,
And to the dear that's not here, my dear.
Were she here, my dear,
I’d not be drinking to you, my dear.”
“May we never murmur without cause, and never have cause
to Iriurmur.”
“Good fortune attend each merry man’s friend,
Who doeth the best he may;
Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs;
To drive the cold weather away.”
--OLD EH&LR8RI
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that Smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying. -
—ROBERT HERRIGE
Eight
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
The Rosary
The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me;
I count them over, every one aparé,
My Rosary, My Rosary!
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer,
To fill a heart in absence wrung:
I tell each bead unto the end,
And there a cross is hung!
O memories that bless and burn!
O barren gain and bitter loss!
1 kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn
To kiss the cross, Sweetheart! to kiss the cross.
—Rob ERT CAMERON RocºERs
A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather.
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we’re all good fellows together.
—JoBN O’KEEFE
“May the best day that we have seen be worse than the worst
that is to come.”
While there’s life on the lips,
While there's warmth in the wine,
One deep health I’ll pledge,
And that health shall be thine.
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Yesterday this Day's madness did prepare;
To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Jrink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go nor where.
—OMAR KEIAYYAM
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
—PERCY BYSSEYE SHIELLRIY
“May you live as long as you like
And have all you like as long as you live!”
“So closely love and passion blend
Their limits we cannot define;
One hardly knows they’ve reached the end
TJntil they’ve passed the line.”
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love,
And beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus, kindled from above;
Such kisses as belong to early days,
Where heart aud soul and sense in concert move,
And the blood’s lava, and the pulse ablaze,
Each kiss a heart-quake—-for a kiss's strength,
I think, it must be reckoned by its length.
- —Loſt D BY Ron
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Use, do not abuse; neither abstinence nor excess
renders man happy.
—VOLTAIRE
Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.
—Rob ERT HERRICK
Here's a sigh to those who love me
And a smile to those who hate;
And, whatever sky’s above me
Here’s a heart for every fate.
—LoRD BYRON
“May the sunshine of plenty dispel the clouds of
eare.”
And who, 'mid e'en the fools.
But feels, that half the joy is in the race,
For wealth and fame and place,
Nor sighs when comes success to crown the chase?
—THE KASIDAH
Here's to you, Charles Dana
May you live one thousand years,
To sort'er keep things lively,
In this vale of human tears.
And here's that I may live
One thousand years too.
Did I say a “thousand years?”
No, a thousand less a day;
For I should hate to live on earth,
And learn that you had passed away.
—EU&ENE FIRX.o
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Twelve
Oh, Progynise Me
Oh, promise me that some day you and I
Will take our love together to some sky,
Where we can be alone and faith renew,
And find the hollows where those flowers grew;
Those first, sweet violets of early spring,
hich come in whispers, thrill us both, and sing
Of love unspeakable that is to be;
º:Oh, promise me, oh, promise me!
Oh, promise me that you will take my hand,
The most unworthy in this lonely land,
And let me sit beside you, in your eyes
Seeing the vision of our paradise;
Hearing God’s message while the organ roll
It’s mighty music to our very souls,
Of love less perfect than a life with thee;
h, promise me, oh, promise me!
Oh, promise Ine that when with bated breath.
iſ wait the presence of the angel, Death,
You will be near me, guide my faltering feet,
And softly breathe these words in accents sweet.
Come sometime to me from that distant shore
Caress and comfort as in days of yore,
Triumphant over death our love shall be;
h, promise me, oh, promise me!
—HARRY B, SMrrh
“I’d trust my husband anywhere,” she said
“My faith in him is full, 'tis satisfied;
I know that all his thoughts are fair,” she said---
“I know he’d put temptations all aside.
“I know that he is strong, sublime,” she said— ,
“I know that all, his love is mine, for e'er;
I’d trust my husband anywhere,” she said—-
“Unless a woman happened to be there.”
—S. E. B&Isrººt
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“We’ll drink to love! Love, the one irresistible
force that annihilates distance, caste, prejudice and
principles; Love, the pastime of the Occident, the
passion of the East; Love, that stealeth upon us like
a thief in the night, robbing us of rest, but bestowing in
its place a gift more precious than the sweetest sleep!
Love is the burden of my toast. Here's looking at you!”
“Here's to love and unity,
Dark corners and opportunity!”
You were the first—you taught my heart the song
Of olden wonder, and my pulse the long,
Sweet thrill of rapture; showed me paths of dream,
And laid across life’s dark a silver gleam—
You were the first.
You are the last—though other women knew
The other years, yet it was only you
Who left me lonelier than when you came;
Ah, love, my dying lips shall call your namel—
You are the last!
—CHARLOTTE BECKER
“The ladies! Our arms their defense,
Their arms our recompense!”
“Here's to the lasses we’ve loved, my kad,
Here's to the lips we’ve pressed;
For of kisses and lasses,
Like liquor in glasses,
The last is always the best.”
Thirteen
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Fourteen
Jest a = gyearyin’
Jest a-wearyin' for you,
All the time a-feelin' blue;
Wishin’ for you, wonderin’ when
You’ll be comin’ home again;
Restless—don’t know what to do—
Jest a-wearyin’ for you,
Reep a mopin’ day by day;
Dull; in everybody’s way; *
Folks they Smile and pass along,
Wonderin’ what on earth is wrong;
'Twouldn’t help 'em if they knew—
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Room’s so lonesome with your chair
Empty by the fire-place there;
Jest can’t stand the sight of it,
Go out doors and roam a-bit
But the woods is lonesome too,
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Comes the wind with soft caress,
Like the rustlin’ of your dress;
Blossoms fallin’ to the ground
Softly like your footsteps sound;
Violets like your eyes so blue—
Jest a-wearyin’ for you,
Mornin’ comes, The birds awake.
(Used to sing so for your sake)
But there's sadness in the notes
That come thrillin’ from their throats,
Seem to feel your absence too,
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
GOOD FELLOWSHHP
Evenin’ comes. I miss you more
When the dark gloom’s in the door;
Seems just like you oughter be -
There to open it for me;
Latch goes tinklin’ thrills me through;
Jest a-wearyin’ for you.
Jost a-wearyin’ for you,
All the time a-feelin' blue;
Wishin’ for you, wonderin’ when
You’ll be comin’ home again;
Restless—don’t know what to do—
Jest a-wearyin’ for you!
—FRANK L. STAxºpo N
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Unless you can think, when the song is done, .
No other is soft in the rhythm;
|Unless you can feel, when left by one,
That all men else go with him;
Unless you can know, when unpraised by his breath,
That your beauty itself wants proving;
Unless you can swear—“For life, for death!”
Oh fear to call it loving!
Unless you can muse in a crowd all day,
On the absent face that fixed you;
Unless you can love, as the angels may,
With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;
Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,
Through behoving and unbehoving;
Unless you can dze when the dream is past—
... Oh never call it loving!
—MRs. BROWNING
Fifteen
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Sixteen
Had I but known, long years age,
The deep unrest, the weight of woe,
The pain of having loved you so;
Had I but seen through mists of yeara
My bitter sacrifice of tears—
Had I but felt as I do now
These scars of sorrow on my brow,
No seeds of promise had I sown
My life were not so weary grown,
Had I but known.
Had we but known—that summer day
We wandered forth, the primrose way—
Our love would wither and decay!
Had we but felt one hour like this—
A barren time without one kiss—
Had we but seen that we could stand
Parted forever in love’s land,
We had not suffered to atope,
We had not sighed, apart—alone,
Had we but known.
AUTHOR UNENowg
When one loves, and love meets no return,
There is no pain, that in the heart can burn,
More bitterly unquenched by tears,
And Smouldering lie through dreary years—
Like love unloved.
When one loves, and love meets warm return,
There is no joy, which in the heart can yearn,
Will make the world so beautiful, so fair,
As when love’s incense fills the air——
When love is loved.
—MINNIE ALCYNous DAwson
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“My character may be my own, but my reputation
belongs to any old body that enjoys gossiping more
than telling the truth.”
“May your joy be as deep as the ocean,
Your trouble as light as its foam.”
“Here's that ye may never die nor be kilt, till ye
break your bones over a bushel of glory.”
Cease, man, to mourn, to weep, to wail;
Enjoy thy shining hour of sun;
We dance along Death's icy brink,
But is the dance less full of fun?
—THE KA5IDAH
I drink to the general joy of the whole table!
—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Why long for the absent, sigh for the past?
The sweetness of life, from first to last,
Is the sweet that stays with us, and ever is near,
Be it wine that sparkles, or wine that glows,
White as the moonlight, or red as the rose—
Let us pour it and drink it as fast as it flows,
To the sweetest of sweets—the sweets that are here.
—Jon N McNAUGHºr
“No chord of music has yet been found
To even equal that sweet sound
Which, to my mind, all else surpasses—
The clink of ice in crystal glasses.” .
Seventeen
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Eighteen
Beauty’s Eyes
I want no stars in heaven to guide me,
I need no moon, no sun to shine,
While I have you, sweetheart, beside me,
While I know that thou art mine.
I need not fear what e'er betide me.
For straight and sweet my pathway lies;
I want no stars in heaven to guide me,
While I gaze in your dear eyes!
I hear no birds at twilight calling,
I hear no music in the streams,
While your golden words are falling,
While you whisper in my dreams.
Every sound of joy enthralling,
Speaks in your dear words alone;
While I hear your fond lips calling,
While you speak to me, my own!
I want no kingdom where thou art, love,
I want no throne to make me blest
While within thy tender heart, love,
Thou wilt take my heart to rest.
Kings must play a weary part, love,
Thrones must ring with wild alarms;
But the kingdom of my heart love,
Lies within thy loving arms!
—F. E. WEATHERLY
“Life is love, the poets tell us,
In the little books they sell us;
But pray, ma'am, what’s of life the use,
If life be love, for love’s the deuce?”
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“Here's to the only true language of love: A kiss.”
Here's to those who love us—
If we only cared,
Here's to those we'd love—
If we only dared.
—CENTURY MAGAZINE
If I were king—ah, love, if I were king,
What tributary nations would I bring
To stoop before your sceptre and to swear
Allegiance to your lips, and eyes, and hair!
Beneath your feet what treasures would I fling:—
The stars would be your pearls upon a string,
The world a ruby for your finger ring,
And you should have the sun and moon to wear
If I were king!
Lest these wild dreams and wilder words take wing,
Deep in the woods I hear a shepherd sing
A simple ballad to a sylvan air,
Of love that ever finds your face more fair.
I could not give you any godlier thing,
If I were king.
—J. H. MCCARTHY
“Love makes time pass—time makes love pass.”
“Here's to love, a thing divine;
Description makes it but the less.
'Tis what we feel but cannot define,
'Tis what we know but cannot express.”
Nineteeri
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Twenty
Entreaty
Last night I dreamt your golden hair
Lay soft against my face;
And that your little hand in mine
Had found a resting place.
I dreamt your girlish lips met mine,
And that your dewy breath
Did whisper thoughts against my face
That would give life to death.
Oh, little maid whose girlish lips
Are sweeter than May dew,
Just lean a moment on my breast
And make that dream come true!
—IRA ALLEN, JR.
Since we parted yester-eve,
I do love thee, love, believe
Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,
One dream deeper, one night stronger,
One sun surer; thus much more
Than I loved thee, dear, before.
—OwlRN MEREDITH;
If on my theme I rightly think,
There are five reasons why men drink;
Good wine—a friend—because they’re dry,
Or lest they should be, bye and bye—,
Or any other reason why.
—THoMAS BAILEY ALDRICII
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“The good die young—
Here's hoping that you may live to a ripe old age.”
Drink to-day and drown all sorrow;
You shall perhaps not drink to-morrow;
Best while you have it, use your breath,
There is no drinking after death.
—BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
“Eat, drink, be merry; seize the present hour;
Deem not the future holds a fairer flower.”
But we? Another shift of scene,
Another pang to rack the heart;
Why meet we on the bridge of time
To exchange one greeting and to part?
—THE KASIDAH.
“May we have the wit to discover what is true, and,
the fortitude to practice what is good.”
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter—and the Bird is on the wing,
—OMAR KBAYYAM
“May our purses always be heavy, and our hearts
always light.”
Twenty-one
'GOOD FELLOWSHIP
We said that we would forget, dear heart;
We would bid good-bye and go our ways,
Leading us steadily far apart,
And would woo no visions of yesterdays.
'Twas easy, it seemed, the resolve to make;
'Twas harder, I grant, the resolve to keep—
For memory, soon or late, will wake,
Keen as it was when it sank to sleep,
I thought I had triumphed. Your step, your face,
I dreamed I had left them behind at last;
Forgotten the thrill of your warm embrace,
Forgotten the hours of the tender past.
But sudden, to-day, 'mid the hurrying throng—
The careless, joyous one lost to view—
Were whistled the notes of an old sweet song,
And straight I was crying for you—just you!
And it all came back. Ah, how strange, how strange,
That no matter how hard we try and try,
A love once given, through stress and change,
Lives on forever and will not die!
A smile in the crowd or a voice half heard,
A poise of the head or a well known strain,
A jest, a laugh or a subtle word—
And the years of forgetting have been in vain.
AUTHOR UNENowN
Love isn’t as water: you sip it like wine, and grow
giddy and wild with the tasting.
—GERALDINE
“Platonic affection is a vegetarian diet of love.”
Twenty-two
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?--
To thy chamber window, sweet!
—PERCY BYSSEE SHELLEY
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
—EDw IN ARNOLD
He said when first he saw me,
Life seemed at once divine,
Each night he dreamed of angels,
And every face was mine;
Sometimes a voice in sleeping
Would all his hopes forbid;
And then he'd waken weeping—
Do you really think he did?
—CHARLEs Sw AIN
“Two-thirds of life is spent in hesitating, and the
other third in repenting.”
Twenty-three
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Eiere's to the woman who has a smile for every joy,
a tear for every sorrow, a consolation for every grief,
an excuse for every fault, a prayer for every misfortune,
an encouragement for every hope.
—SAINTE. Forx
Drink to me onky with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
—BEN JONSON
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter—
Sermons and soda water the day after.
—LoRD BYRON
“EIere’s to the love that lies in woman’s eyes,
And lies!—and lies!—and lies!”
Though in this rapid transit age
To shorten all things is the rage;
Though novel, sermon, poem and play
Grow briefer with each hurrying day,
One bulwark still defies endeavor—
A kiss is just as long as ever. -
—LIFE
Twenty-four
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
A Confession
Do you suppose, if the world some day
Should come and stand beside my grave and say,
“Here lies one who can ne'er be forgot,”
I would care aught for it, if you came not?
But if alone you came, and said, with tears,
“Here lies one that I loved”—ah! then the years
Since we had met would quickly fade away,
And heaven for me be reckoned from that day.
——AUTHOR UNKNOWN
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
O Wilderness were Paradise enow!
—OMAR KHAYYAM
If you were dead and buried in the ground,
The softest blue would fade from summer skies:
For, when damp earth had weighed your white lids down,
God could no longer copy from your eyes.
Your death would move the brightest clouds to tears,
Until green turf had quilted up your bed,
And birds would sing sad songs into the ears
Of roses bowed in grief for beauty dead.
Far off in the churchyard, under the hill,
They would dig your grave where the shadows keep:
And all the other dead would lie so still,
For fear their presence might disturb your sleep.
There, all the long nights, horrid darkness through,
I’d sob my heart away for love of you.
—MoRGAN BROwn THOMPson
Twenty-five
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Once more fill a bumper—ne'er talk of the hour;
On hearts thus united, old Time has no power.
May our lives, tho' alas! like the wine of to-night,
They must soon have an end—to the last, flow as bright!
—THoMAs MooRE
“Here’s health to the maiden, and health to the dame,
And health to the gay little widow, the same;
May the maid become dame, the dame widow, and then—
May the widow be made to get married again!”
“Here’s to the tears of affection,
May they crystalize as they fall,
And become pearls, so in after years
To be worn in memory of those whom we have loved.”
“Thou art not my first love, I had loved before we met,
And the memories of that first love are dear unto me yet,
But thou art my last love, the dearest and the best,
And my heart would shed its outer leaves and give to thee the rest.”
The bubble winked at me and said:
“I wonder if you’ll miss me, brother, when you’re dead.”
—OLIVER HERFORD
Why should the gods have sent you at twilight?
Life is too late with me now for a lover,
Melted away are the mists of my morning,
And love time is over.
Why should the gods have sent you at twilight?
Nay, my friend, nay for shadows grow deeper;
Yet to dream of your love shall make the grave's midnight
Sweet to one sleeper.
—ANNE REEVE ALDRICE,
Twenty-six
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
My Briarwood Pipe
I know of a victim of slander and wrong,
Whose virtues are great, but unheard of in song;
Whose name over earth is an emblem of peace;
Whose mission below with Time only shall cease.
It has clung to me faithfully, year after year,
It has brought to me solace and comfort and cheer,
Until it seems now for memorial ripe;
Though only a plain little Briarwood Pipe.
As the fumes of tobacco arise from thy bowl,
Contentment and peace bringing swift to my soul,
I praise thee but weakly to call thee a º:
Of comfort and rest, little Briarwood Pipe.
We honor promoters of thought that is best;
We hail with delight all true sources of rest;
We welcome whatever can bring to the old
A placid contentment not purchased for gold.
That influence gentle, which calms a man’s mind,
Matures his judgment, helps make him more kind,
We long to possess; and yet these are a type
Of some of thy virtues, sweet Briarwood Pipe.
How cheerful the glow that illumines thy bow!!
Men have found much of good in that bright little coal!
Ah! they are, indeed, of a singular type,
Who seek to defame thee, sweet Briarwood Pipe.
Men hurry too much in this short little life!
They murder existence with struggle and strife!
They reach out for wealth and accumulate store,
And fail to enjoy it in grasping for more!
Now, is it not better to live more at ease,
To make others happy, to study to please,
And leave no estate but a memory ripe
With kind words and deeds—and a Briarwood Pipe?
What charities grand first took form in the roll
Of pretty blue smoke that arose from thy bowl!
Ah! thou art indeed for memorial ripe,
Little Briarwood Pipel Little Briarwood Pipel
—CHARLIDs F. HARDY
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Let us drink to the thought that where'er a man roves,
He is sure to find something that’s blissful and dear;
And that when he’s far from the lips that he loves,
He can always make love to the lips that are near.
—THoMAs MooRE
“Here’s to blue eyes, to brown eyes, to hazel eyes and gray;
But what are the eyes I drink to to-day?
No matter the color; O, here’s to the eye
That laughs when I laugh, and cries when I cry!”
Snatch gaily the joys which the moment shall bring,
And away every care and perplexity fling.
—EIORACE
Boys flying kites haul in their white-winged birds,
But you can’t do that when you’re flying words;
Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead,
But God himself can’t kill them when they’re said.
—WILL CARLETON
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
—OMAR KHAYYAM
To know, to esteem, to love—and then to part,
Makes up life’s tale to many a feeling heart!
—SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Pleasures are like liquors: they must be drunk,
but in small glasses.
—Romaj Nvir, LE
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
If we had parted when the first chance word
Was spoken, when the first gay smile was given,
Before the deeper founts of life were stirred,
Before the veil that wrapped our eyes was riven,
Loose-locked light—dropped, no meaning in their touch,
We might have parted then with frank regret,
And my poor heart have never ached so much
As now it aches this still September day—
To feel that thou art vanished from my sight,
No more to see thee on thy lonely way,
No more to wait thy coming morn and night,
If we had parted ere we came to know
Love's lesson learned a little year ago.
If we had parted while our lips were free
From sweet, close kisses which have altered life
For me too surely, and I think for thee,
How calm had been the parting, now so rife
With tears, with vain heart-burnings and despair!
Yet, shall I chide thee, dear? Or shall I chide
Fate, that close linked us in so fond, so fair,
So brief a union, and does now divide?
I think not so. I keep my sorrow free
From chiding, though I say farewell to-day
To the last glimpse of youth, of love, of thee,
And I turn my face toward a darkened way.
Ah, had it never known love's magic touch,
I think my poor heart would not ache so much.
—AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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«COOD FELLOWSHIP
Thirty
“Strive not, dear heart, to hide from me thy pain;
I know thou lov'st and are not loved again;
So I love thee, yea, just as much in vain—
Shrink not then, love, we bear a common pain.
“We two alone and chilled, stand side by side,
By a grief severed, by a grief allied.
The dearth, a snow-clad moorland, stretches wide,
And we are far apart—though side by side.”
Not from the whole wide world I choose thee—
Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!
The wide, wide world could not enclose thee,
For thou art the whole wide world to me.
—RICHARD WATSON GILDINR
“The rose that is sweetest and fairest
Is the bud that is killed by the frost;
And the love that is dearest and rarest
Is the true love that we just have lost.”
“I have missed what I sought; yet I missed not the
whole,
The best part of love is in loving. My soul
Is enriched by its prodigal gifts. Still to give
And to ask no return, is my lot while I live.”
—GERALDINE,
“All love may be blindness—but where are love’s eyes?
All love may be folly—love seldom is wise.
All love may be madness—was love ever sane?
All love must be sorrow, for all love is pain.”
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
‘Woman—she needs no eulogy, she speaks for herself.”
Here's to the girl that’s good and sweet,
Here’s to the girl that’s true;
Here’s to the girl that rules my heart—
In other words, here's to you.”
“‘Go ask Papa,” the maiden said,
But the young man knew that ber Papa was dead
And he knew the life her Papa had led;
So she knew that he knew what she meant when she said,
“Go ask Papa.’”
“The world is filled with flowers,
The flowers are filled with dew,
The dew is filled with love
For you, and you, and you.”
Here's to that most fascinating woman—the widow'
of some other man.
—CAROLUS AGER
“On the table spread the cloth,
Let the knives be sharp and clean;
Piokles get and salad, both,
Let them each be fresh and green.
With small beer, good ale and wine,
O, ye gods! Bow I shall dinel”
“The memory of a great love can never die out of
the heart.”
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.
—ELIZABETH AKERS
If I could have my dearest wish fulfilled,
And take my choice of all earth’s treasures too,
Or choose from heaven whatso’er I willed—
I’d ask for you.
No man I’d envy, neither low nor high,
Nor king in castle old or palace new,
I’d hold Golconda’s mines less rich than I–
If I had you.
Toil and privation, poverty and care,
Undaunted I’d defy, nor fortune woo;
Having my wife, no jewel I would wear—
If she were you.
Little I’d care how lovely she might be,
How graced with every charm, how fond, how true;
E’en though perſection, she’d be naught to me
Were she not you.
There is more charm for my true loving heart
In everything you think, or say, or do,
Than all the joys that Heaven could impart—
Because it's you.
F Lt. O Yi N. Y. S. U. N. H. A. FREEMAN
APRIL 8, 1883
Thirty-two
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
One kiss from all others prevents me,
And sets all my pulses astir,
And burns on my lips and torments me:
'Tis the kiss that I fain would give her.
One kiss for all others requites me,
Although it is never to be,
And sweetens Imy dreams and invites me:
'Tis the kiss that she dare not give me.
—JAMES RUSSELL LOw ELL
“I’m sorry that I spelt the word,
I hate to go above you,
“Because”—the brown eyes lower fell—
“Because, you see, I love you!”
—John GREENLRAF WHITTIER
Since the sweet knowledge I possess
That she I love is mine,
All nature throbs with happiness,
And wears a face divine.
The woods seem greener than they were;
The skies are brighter blue;
The stars shine clearer, and the air
Lets finer sunlight through.
[Jntil I loved I was a child,
And sported on the sands;
But now the ocean opens out,
With all its happy lands.
—CHARLEs MAC KAY
“Love letters are the froth of affection.”
Thirty-three
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
There's many a toast I’d like to say,
If I could only think it;
So fill your glass to any thing,
And, thank the Lord, I’ll drink it!
—WALLACE IRwin
Drink wine and live here blitheful while ye may!
The to-morrow's life too late is—live to-day!
—RobºFT HERRICK
Here's health to you and wealth to you,
FIonors and gifts a thousand strong;
Here’s name to you and fame to you,
Blessings and joy a whole life long!
But, lest bright Fortune's star grow dim,
And some time cease to move to you,
I fill my bumper to the brim,
And pledge a lot of love to you.
—NANNIE. B. TURNER
“Bohemians are those who not only love pleasure
without regard to conventionalities, but are all who ap-
preciate good fellowship, whether without or within
the pale , of convention.”
There is no Good, there is no Bad;
These be the whims of mortal will;
What works me weal, that call I good,
What harms and hurts, I hold as ill.
—THE FASIDAB
“Beware of him who talks much of his virtue.”
Thirty-four
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Constancy *
It is something sweet, when the world goes ill,
To know you are faithful and love me still;
To feel, when the sunshine has left the skies,
That the light is shining in your dear eyes;
Beautiful eyes, more dear to me
Than all the wealth of the world could be.
It is something, dearest, to feel you near,
When life with its sorrows seems hard to bear;
To feel, when I falter, the clasp divine
Of your tender and trusting hand in mine;
Beautiful hand, more dear to me
Than the tenderest thing on earth could be.
Sometimes, dearest, the world goes wrong,
For God gives grief with his gift of song,
And poverty, too, but your love is more
To me than riches and golden store;
Beautiful love, until death shall part,
It is mine—as you are—my own sweetheart!
—FRANK L. STANTON
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the whole world dies,
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
—FRANCIS WILLIAM Bourd ILLoN
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Fate
Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues, and have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no heed;
Yet these o'er unknown seas to unknown lands
Shall cross escaping wreck, defying death,
And all unconsciously shape every act,
And bend each wandering step unto this end,
That one day out of darkness they shall meet,
And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.
But two shall walk some narrow way of life
So closely side by side, that should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They needs must stand acknowledged face to face,
Yet those with groping hands that never clasp,
With wistful eyes that never meet, and lips
Calling in vain on ears that never hear,'
Shall wander all their weary days unknown
And die unsatisfied—and this is fate.
—SUsAN SPALDING
Thou wouldst be loved? Then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love—a simple duty.
—EDGAR ALLAN POE
“Sentimentality between two good fellows is foolish.”
Thirty-six
. GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“After man came woman—and she has been after him
ever since.”
“Here’s to the prettiest,
Here’s to the wittiest,
Here's to the truest of all who are true,
Here’s to the neatest one,
Here’s to the sweetest one,
Here's to them all in one—here's to you.”
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears:
To-morrowl—why To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s sev’n thousand Years!
—OMAR RHAYY AM
“Drink to the press, but do not press to drink
The gentleman whose task is 'slinging ink.’
They’re usually men of sober views,
And never should be full–of aught but news.”
Here’s to the chaperone!
May she learn from Cupid
Just enough blindness
To be sweetly stupid!
—OLIVER HERRORD
“May our eyes be no keener when we look upon the
faults of others than when we survey our own.”
Thirty-seven
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Away with the flimsy idea that life with a past is attended,
There's now—only now—and no past: there's never a
past; it has ended.
Away with the obsolete story and all of its yesterday’s
sorrow;
There's only To-day, almost gone, and in front of To-day
stands To-morrow.
—EUGENE WARE
“What is remembered dies, what is written lives.”
“Here's to the land we love, and the ‘love’ we ‘land.’”
Ah, love me sweet with all thy heart,
Thy mind, thy soul, and all thou art
And hope to be—love me with love
That naught beneath the heavens may move;
Yet, say not wherefore: say not why
Thou lovest, since in these do lie
The seeds of death to love, but say
Thou lovest and must love alway;
For should thou love some witching grace
Of word or manner, form or face,
Should the heart’s worship thus be bought
By any gift that Time has wrought,
So art thou false to love's poor creed,
And like to fail in sorest need.
But love for love's dear sake, I pray,
Then—thou shalt love me, sweet, alway.
—ZITELLA Cocks
Thirty-eight
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“He told me the old, old story
Until I believed it true.
But after we were married—
Then, any old story would do.”
What we have done, and would we had not
Looms dark beyond our fears,
What we would do, and know we cannot,
Bears down our tottering years.
—Edward CARPENTER
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle—
Why not I with thine?
—PERCY BYSSE E SHELLEY
Reason dictates; judgment writes;
Wisdom approves what's writ;
Love with his dart puts all to flight,
Laughs and erases it.
—ALBERT F. PETERs
What is first love worth
Except to prepare for a second?
What does the second love bring?—
Only regret for the first,
—John EIAY
Thirty-nine
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Forty
*Twixt Man and Man
I.
My Dear Mrs. Kenneth: This goes to you to-night
with a box of arbutus blossoms—the flowers you told me
you loved best. As your flowers, I thought of you as I
searched the woods for them. You will not refuse them
a welcome. Let them tell you, if they can—if anything can
—of my reverence for you. Their fragrance is but faintly
typical of the sweetness your life has breathed upon
mine. In the presence of these pure blossoms—in your
presence I tremble as I allude to the last dance on the
lawn.
Perhaps you will forgive me the exquisite joy of that
half-hour in the moonlight, when I tell you that since
yesterday, when I learned the truth, my bair is almost
white. You were so young; you had come all the way
from Washington, I did not catch your name, and then
when you were chosen maid of honor, I felt sure. I am
a worldy fellow, Mrs. Kenneth, but I think, as I sit writing
here alone to-night, that in that other world where souls
are unveiled, you will not blush to have inspired the
worship of even a worldly fellow’s heart—the worship
my heart will always give you.
Faithfully yours,
Jofi N THURSTON
March 8, 1902.
Calumet Club, New York.
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
*Twixt Mara and Man
II.
My Dear Mr. Thurston: Your box of arbutus came.
last Sunday morning. Dolly, my wife, died the night.
before. When I read your letter, I laid the blossoms in.
her hands. I, too, am a worldly man. I had grown
used, I fear, to the precious things of life. I cannot put
a finger on my regrets—I never knowingly hurt her; but
as your letter lies before me now, it comes to me with
bitter pain that I did not always worship on my knees.
In that world where souls are unveiled, Dolly sees
clearly now, and it may be that she knows you loved her
best. God forgive me: She was worth the homage of
both our lives. Her death leaves me quite alone. Where,
you are in Washington you can find me at the Univer-
sity Club.
Yours truly,
RICHARD RENNETH
March 12, 1902.
University Club, Washington
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
Who can call to-day his own—
He who, secure within, can say:
“To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.”
Be foul or fair, be rain or shine,
The joys I have possessed
In spite of fate are mine!
Not heaven itself upon the past has power,
And what’s been—has been, and I’ve had my hour.
—HoRACE
Do what thy manhood bids thee do;
From none but self expect applause;
He noblest lives and noblest dies
Who makes and keeps his self-made laws.
—THE KASIoan
Here’s to the best in this generous land;
The faults of our brothers we write in the sand:
Their virtues on tablets of love we engrave;
Their good name unsullied strive always to save
—WILLIAM FERG Usorſ
Then fill the bowl—away with care;
Our joy shall always last—
Our hopes shall brighten days to come,
And memory gild the past.
—TEIoMAs MooRº
“May we never have friends who, like shadows, keep
close to us in the sunshine, only to desert us on a cloudy
day or in the night.”
Forty-two
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
A sunbeam and a drop of dew
Lay on a red rose in the south;
God took the three and made a mouth,
A sweet red mouth,
And gave it you,
The burning baptism of his kiss
That fills my heart with heavenly bliss.
A dream of truth and love came true,
Slept on a star in day-break skies;
God mingled these and made two eyes,
Two true, brown eyes,
And gave them you.
The high communion of his gaze
Still fills my heart with deep amaze,
—MADIson CA witHN
If the rose in the garden over the way
Beckons and nods the live-long day,
If only to you its sweetness is shown,
If only for you its beauty is grown—
What do you care what the world may say,
If your heart owns the rose just over the way?
If only to you doth the heart unfold,
If only to you love's story is told,
If only for you the blush and the kiss—
If only for you this exquisite bliss—
What do you care what the world may say,
If your heart owns the rose just over the way?
—KATHERINE, ELWRs TRoMAs
Forty-thrge
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Forgotten
Forgotten you?—well, if forgetting
Be thinking all the day,
How the long hours drag since you left me
(Days seem years with you away),
Or hearing, thro' all the strange babble
Of voices, now grave, now gay,
Only your voice: Can this be forgettin 7
Yet I have forgotten, you say,
Or counting each moment with longing,
Till the one when I’ll see you again—
If this be forgetting, you’re right, dear,
And I have forgotten you then.
Forgotten you?——well, if forgetting
Be reading each face that I see,
With eyes that mark never a feature,
Save yours as you last looked at me.
Forgotten you?—well, if forgetting
Be yearning with all my heart,
With a longing, half pain and half rapture,
For the time we never shall part:
If the wild wish to hear and see you,
To be held in your arms again, -
If this be forgetting. you’re right, dear,
And I have forgotten you then!
—EUGENE CowLEs
“Not to enjoy one’s youth when one is young is to
imitate the miser who starves beside his treasures.”
Who ever has loved knows all that life contains of
sorrow and of joy.
—GEORGE SAND
Forty-four
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
They tell me, love, when children go to rest,
Held in the arms they know and love the best,
They then sleep sweetest, longest—until late,
When conquerer Day rides through Dawn's golden gate
If when I die, your lips should mine caress,
And your two arms around me warmly press,
I should lie late on Resurrection morn,
Till Gabriel blowed impatient on his horn.
—S. W. GILLILAN
A wind from Hesper falling
Fast in the wintry sky,
Comes through the even blue,
Dear, like a word from you, -
Is it good-bye?
Across the seas between us
I send you sigh for sigh:
Good night sweet friend, good might,
Till life and all take flight—
Never good-bye.
——WILLIAM ERNEST HENLIGY
“”Tis said that absence conquers love;
But ohl believe it not;
I’ve tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.”
“I throw a kiss across the sea,
l drink the winds as drinking wine,
And dream they all are blown from thee-
I catch the whispered kiss of thine.”
Forty-five
GOOD FELLO WSHIP
“I have known many women liked a few,
Loved but one—so here’s to you!”
If I were a raindrop, and you a leaf,
I would burst from the cloud above you,
And lie on your breast in a rapture of rest,
And love you—love you—love you!
If I were a brown bee, and you were a rose,
I would fly to you love. nor miss you;
I would sip and sip from your nectared lip,
And kiss you—kiss you—kiss you!
—ELLA WHEELER WILcox in Three Women
Let those love now who never loved before,
And those who always loved—now love the more!
—THOMAs PARNIULL
“Let’s be gay while we may,
And seize love with laughter;
I’ll be true as long as you,
And not a moment after.”
O, woman! In our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please;
But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embraco.
With apologies to Scott and Pop E
“He who loves not wine, woman, or song,
Remains a fool his whole life long.”
“Here’s to love—sweet misery!”
Forty-six
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Silence
I know what silence means!
It is to live alone from day to day;
To listen, too, for a long-loved voice alway
To yearn and yearn, and be unsatisfied,
Because there is no loved one by my side——
This is what silence is.
To feel soft shadows kissing on my face;
To miss a long-desired, dear-loved one's face;
To strain the bearing for a single word;
To learn the anguish of hope long deferred—
This is what silence is.
I might have music each day in the year;
Might hear young voices rising sweet and clear,
Flinging soft laughter on the summer air;
But since the voice beloved would not be there---
I know what silence means.
To sit in crowds, and of them make no part;
To feel the sick pain guawing at my neart;
To have no hopes, no wishes, no desires,
Light up the embers of long dead fires—
This is what silence is.
AUTHOR UN KNOWN
Drink not the third glass which thou can at not tºrne
When once it is within thee; but before
Mayst rule it, as thou list, and pour the shame,
Which it would pour on thee, upon tho floor.
It is most just to throw that on the ground,
Which would throw me there, if I keep the round.
—William A. A Loºnson
Forty-seven
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Why must we meet? Why must we part?
Why must we bear this yoke of Must,
Without our leave, or askt or given,
By tyrant Fate on victim thrust?
—THE KASIDAH
“Here’s to the Have—beens, the Are-nows, and the
May-bes.”
Thou art ever a favored guest,
In every fair and brilliant throng—
No wit like thine to make a jest,
No voice like thine to breathe a song.
—THOMAS MooRE
“Be good; and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them all day long;
And thus make life, death and that vast forever
One grand, sweet song.”
The moment passed is no longer; the future may
never be; the present is all of which man is master.
–JEAN JACQUES ROUSSEAU
In the desert a fountain is springing;
In the wild waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
That speaks to my spirit of thee.
—LoRD BYRON
“May wine brighten the rays of friendship, but never
diminish its lustre.”
Forty-eight
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“Here’s to you, my gentle dear,
And may your eyelids never shine
Beneath a darker, bitterer tear
Than bathes it in this bowl of mine.”
“Hail the Wine that wakens laughter
From the cellar to the rafter
Leaving Care to follow after—
Leading him a pretty chase!”
“For all, and all, on land and sea
In camp or court, who are not,
Who never were, nor e'er will be
Good men and true—zøe ca 7-e Quot.”
Alas with advancing years
Wrong loses half its flavor;
To be improper ceases by itself to satisfy.
—ANTHONY HoPE
“Would that I loved you not so much,
So bitter the mad love seems;
For your hands I hold and your lips I touch—
Only in dreams, in dreams,
“I drift your way on a lonely sea,
Where never a bright star gleams;
And I hear your sweet voice calling me—
Only in dreams, in dreams.
“Only in dreams with a sob and a sigh,
Where never the morning beams;
Must I live to love you a whole life long,
Only in dreams, in dreams?”
Forty-nine
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Fifty
“Here's to God’s first thought, ‘Man!”
Here's to God’s second thought, ‘Woman!’
Second thoughts are always best,
So here's to Woman!”
You may prate of the virtues of memory,
Of the days and joys that are past,
But here’s to a good forgottery,
And a friendship that cannot last!
You may talk of a woman’s constancy,
And the love that cannot die,
But here's health to a woman’s coquetry,
And the pleasure of saying “good-bye!”
—AN AUTOs BAPH. Toast AT THE WAYSIDE INN
“May we kiss whom we please,
And please whom we kiss.”
Here's to love, the worker of miracles. He strengthens
the weak, and weakens the strong; he turns wise men
into fools, and fools into wise men; he feeds the passions
and destroys reason, and plays havoc annong young
and old!
—MARGUIRITE DE WALOIs
Never a lip is curved in pain,
That cannot be kissed into smiles again.
—BRIT HARTE
Pleasure has its time; so, too, has wisdom. Make love
in thy youth, and in old age attend to thy salvation.
–VoITAIRE,
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine;
do not become intoxicated.
—ALFRED DE MUss ET
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining;
I therefore turn my clouds about,
And always wear them inside out,
To show the lining.
—ALICE WELLINGTON ROLLINs
Strange—is it not?—that the myriads who
Before us passed the Door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover, we must travel too.
—OMAR KHAYYAM
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We’ll have our pleasures o'er again,
To warm the beart, to charm the sight—
Gay dreams to all! Good night, good night!
—WILLIAM. A. ALDIERson
“There is another life I long to meet,
Without which life, my life is incomplete;
Oh, sweeter self! like me art thou astray,
Trying with all thy heart to find the way;
Striving with all thy might to find the breast,
On which alone can weary head find rest.”
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
“May your soul be in glory three weeks before the
Devil knows you’re dead.”
“Don’t worry about the future,
The present is all thou hast;
The future will soon be present,
And the present will soon be past.”
“Opportunity is the cleverest devil.”
When Father Time swings round his scythe,
Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,
So that its juices, red and blythe,
May cheer these thirsty bones of mine.
—EUGENE FIELD
“I drink to one and only one,
And may that one be she
Who loves but one and only one,
And may that one be me!”
Friends of my youth, a last adieul
Haply some day we meet again;
Yet ne'er the self-same men shall meet;
The years shall make us other men.
-THE KASIDAH
“Here's to the whole world, for fear some fool will
be sore because he's left out!”
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“Compel me not to toe the mark,
Be ever prim and true,
But rather let me do those things
That I ought not to do.”
May the white foam of the ocean
Be not lighter than your cares;
May Love leave from out her nectar
Dregs of heartaches, tears, and snares.
May old Time who steals our treasures
Reep his finger off your life;
May you stay not scarred but tempered,
By the day's turmoil and strife.
May you be the same good fellow,
Genial spirit, man and friend,
Till the shadows fall and lengthen,
And earth’s beaten trail shall end.
MAUDE DEVERSE NEWTon
The Nevy Moon
The new moon hangs low down in the west;
Why, little moon, ah why?
Is my heart now sad, when once it was glad,
Whenever you came in the sky?
Now when you come there is a vague unrest;
Why, little moon, ah why?
Do my eyes fill with tears at the thought of the years
Forever and ever gone by?
A little star lies close on your breast—
Dear little moon, good-bye,
I’ll turn not my shoulder, for now I am older,
And have learned the world’s lesson—that’s why.
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&OOD FELLO WSHIP
Midnight Madness
“Her lips were burning close, and a divine
Clear light shone in her eyes, that seemed to say
That which her tongue might not: “Yes, love mine,
You may.”
“Methought, I’ll seize the occasion ere it slips;
And swiftly as her luring glance spoke
I stooped to touch the heaven of her lips-
And awoke.”
Sonnet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with the love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! And, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
—MBs. BRow NING
“Forget thee? If to dream of thee by night and muse on thee by day;
If all the worship deep and wild a poet's heart can pay;
If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven’s protecting power;
: If winged thoughts that flit to thee, a thousand in an hour;
: If busy fancy blending thee with all my future lot.—
: '...'If this thou call’s “forgetting,” thou indeed shalt be forgot.”
: —John MoULTRIB,
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GOOD FELLOWSHIP
What is a kiss?—a kiss, my friend?
The end and the beginning
Of fancy, fervor, and fierce love—
Some people call it sinning.
What is a kiss?—a kiss, my friend?
'Twere difficult defining;
And yet a kiss, 'twixt you and me—
*Twere harder still declining.
MAUDE DHVRRsrs Newron
The One Thought
“We have most of us heard of that sweet wedded bliss—
Of two hearts that are beating as one,
And two souls with a single thought sealed with a kiss—
And have wondered, perhaps, how 'twas done.
But to those who have been by experience taught
This effect is not hard to explain,
For in most of the cases that “one single thought’—
Is—‘I wish I were single again.’”
The RS. est Toast
“Now, boys, just a moment! You've all had your say,
While enjoying yourselves in so pleasant a way.
We’ve toasted our sweethearts, our friends, and our wives,
We’ve toasted each other, wishing all merry lives;
But now I propose the toast that is best:
*Tis one in a million, and outshines the rest.
Don’t frown when I tell you this toast beats all others---
But drink one more toast boys, a toast to ‘Our Mothers!’”
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**Good=Bye, God Bless You!”
I like the Anglo-Saxon speech
With its direct revealings;
It takes a hold, and seems to reach
Way down into our feelings.
That some folks deem it rude, I know,
And therefore they abuse it;
But I have never found it so—
Before all else I choose it.
I don’t object that men should air
The Gallic they have paid for,
With “Au revoir,” “Adieu ma chere,”
For that’s what French was made for,
But when a crony takes your hand
At parting to address you,
He drops all foreign lingo and
He says, “Good-bye, God bless you!”
This seems to me a sacred phrase,
With reverence impassioned;
A thing come down from righteous days,
Quaintly but nobly fashioned.
It well becomes an honest face,
A voice that's round and cheerful;
It stays the sturdy in his place
And soothes the weak and fearful.
Into the porches of the ears
It steals with subtle unction,
And in your heart of hearts appears
To work its gracious function.
And all day long with pleasing song
GOOD FELLOWSHIP
It lingers to caress you;
I’m sure no human heart goes wrong
That’s told “Good-bye, God bless you!”
I love the words, perhaps because,
When I was leaving mother,
Standing at last in solemn pause
We looked at one another,
And I–I saw in mother’s eyes
The love she could not tell me—
A love eternal as the skies,
Whatever fate befell me;
She put her arms around my neck,
And soothed the pain of leaving,
And though her heart was like to break,
She spoke no words of grieving.
She let no tear bedim her eye,
For fear that might distress me,
But kissing me, she said good-bye,
And asked our God to bless me.
–EU GIANE FIELD
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