Awf’lest boy in this-here town Er anywheres is Elmer Brown! He’ll mock you—yes, an’ strangers,… An’ make a face an’ yell at you,— '_Here’s_ the way _you_ look!'

When chirping crickets fainter cry… And pale stars blossom in the sky, And twilight’s gloom has dimmed th… And blurred the butterfly: When locust-blossoms fleck the wal…

‘He shall sleep unscathed of thiev… Who loves Allah and believes.’ Thus heard one who shared the tent… In the far-off Orient, Of the Bedouin ben Ahrzz—

She will not smile; She will not stir; I marvel while I look on her. The lips are chilly

Bud, come here to your uncle a spe… And I’ll tell you something you m… For it’s a secret and shore-'nuf t… And maybe I oughtn’t to tell it t… But out in the garden, under the s…

He was jes a plain ever’-day, all-… Consumpted-Iookin’—but la! The jokeiest, wittiest, story-tell… Feller you ever saw! Worked at jes coarse work, but you…

You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but little need Of it. Though you may marvel much

Thou dread, uncanny thing, With fuzzy breast and leathern win… In mad, zigzagging flight, Notching the dusk, and buffeting The black cheeks of the night,

Owned a pair o’ skates onc’t.—Tra… Fer ‘em,—stropped ’em on and waded Up and down the crick, a-waitin’ Tel she’d freeze up fit fer skatin… Mildest winter I remember—

In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now— O! No! No! Then, as I remember,

'When it’s _got_ to be,'—like! alw… As I notice the years whiz past, And know each day is a yesterday, When we size it up, at last,— Same as I said when my _boyhood_…

O the drum! There is some Intonation in thy grum Monotony of utterance that strikes… As we hear

A good man never dies— In worthy deed and prayer And helpful hands, and honest eyes… If smiles or tears be there: Who lives for you and me—

The Old Hay-mow’s the place to pl… Fer boys, when it’s a rainy day! I good-'eal ruther be up there Than down in town, er anywhere! When I play in our stable-loft,

The orchard lands of Long Ago! O drowsy winds, awake, and blow The snowy blossoms back to me, And all the buds that used to be! Blow back along the grassy ways