Written In Madison Caweln’s ‘Lyr… Herein are blown from out the Sou… Songs blithe as those of Pan’s pu… As sweet in voice as, in perfume, The night-breath of magnolia-bloom…

Ho! green fields and running brook… Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy backways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks,

The dawn of the day was dreary, And the lowering clouds o’erhead Wept in a silent sorrow Where the sweet sunshine lay dead; And a wind came out of the eastwar…

I’m thist a little cripple boy, an… An’ get a great big man at all!—'c… When I was thist a baby onc’t, I… An’ got 'The Curv’ture of the Sp… I never had no Mother nen—fer my…

When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea… 'It’s unpolite, when they’s Compa… To say you’ve drinked _two_ cups,… But say you’ve drinked _a couple_…

For you, I could forget the gay Delirium of merriment, And let my laughter die away In endless silence of content. I could forget, for your dear sake…

A strange life—strangely passed! We may not read the soul When God has folded up the scroll In death at last. We may not—dare not say of one

Ot’s a leedle Gristmas story Dot I told der leedle folks— Und I vant you stop dot laughin’ Und grackin’ funny jokes!— So help me Peter-Moses!

Folks has be’n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary—, And of all the blame’, contrary, Aggervatin’ things alive! I love music—that I love it

I can’t extend to every friend In need a helping hand— No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they

With A Serious Conclusion Crowd about me, little children— Come and cluster 'round my knee While I tell a little story That happened once with me.

I want to be a Soldier!— A Soldier!— A Soldier!— I want to be a Soldier, with a sa… Or a little carbine rifle, or a mu…

I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubt On certain facts that Nature trie… To puzzle us about,— For I am no philosopher

Let us be thankful—not only becaus… Since last our universal thanks we… We have grown greater in the world… And fortune’s newer smiles surpass… But thankful for all things that c…

Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the stri… In a tremulous refrain: Patter and tinkle, and drip and dr…