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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Riley Songs of Home + +Author: James Whitcomb Riley + +Release Date: July 12, 2005 [EBook #16265] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RILEY SONGS OF HOME *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Scott G. Sims and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0002.jpg" width="338" height="479" alt="Cowboy standing in a field" title="" /> +</center><br> + <br> + <br> + <br> + + <h1>RILEY</h1> + + <h1>SONGS OF HOME</h1><br> + + <h2>JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY</h2><br> + <br> + + + <h3>WITH PICTURES BY</h3> + + <h2>WILL VAWTER</h2><br> + <br> + + + <h4>NEW YORK</h4> + + <h4>GROSSET & DUNLAP</h4> + + <h4>PUBLISHERS</h4><br> + <br> + + + <h5>1910</h5> + + <h4>BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY</h4><br> + + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3>TO</h3> + + <h2>GEORGE A. CARR</h2><br> + + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3>CONTENTS</h3> + <br> + <br> + <a href='#AS_CREATED'><b>AS CREATED</b></a><span class="linenum">56</span><br> + <a href='#AS_MY_UNCLE_USED_TO_SAY'><b>AS MY UNCLE USED TO SAY</b></a> <span class="linenum">126</span><br> + <a href='#AT_SEA'><b>AT SEA</b></a> <span class="linenum">160</span><br> + <a href='#BACKWARD_LOOK_A'><b>BACKWARD LOOK, A</b></a> <span class="linenum">155</span><br> + <a href='#BEST_IS_GOOD_ENOUGH_THE'><b>BEST IS GOOD ENOUGH, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">123</span><br> + <a href='#BOYS_THE'><b>BOYS, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">104</span><br> + <a href='#BRAVE_REFRAIN'><b>"BRAVE REFRAIN, A"</b></a> <span class="linenum">113</span><br> + <a href='#DREAMER_SAY'><b>DREAMER, SAY</b></a> <span class="linenum">61</span><br> + <a href='#FEEL_IN_THE_CHRISMAS-AIR_A'><b>FEEL IN THE CHRIS'MAS AIR</b></a> <span class="linenum">52</span><br> + <a href='#FOR_YOU'><b>FOR YOU</b></a> <span class="linenum">50</span><br> + <a href='#GOOD_MAN_A'><b>GOOD MAN, A</b></a> <span class="linenum">132</span><br> + <a href='#HER_BEAUTIFUL_HANDS'><b>HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS</b></a> <span class="linenum">189</span><br> + <a href='#HIS_ROOM'><b>HIS ROOM</b></a> <span class="linenum">38</span><br> + <a href='#HONEY_DRIPPING_FROM_THE_COMB'><b>HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB</b></a> <span class="linenum">125</span><br> + <a href='#HOW_DID_YOU_REST_LAST_NIGHT'><b>"HOW DID YOU REST, LAST NIGHT?"</b></a> <span class="linenum">94</span><br> + <a href='#IN_THE_EVENING'><b>IN THE EVENING</b></a> <span class="linenum">115</span><br> + <a href='#ITS_GOT_TO_BE'><b>IT'S GOT TO BE</b></a> <span class="linenum">107</span><br> + <a href='#JACK-IN-THE-BOX'><b>JACK-IN-THE-BOX</b></a> <span class="linenum">100</span><br> + <a href='#JIM'><b>JIM</b></a> <span class="linenum">117</span><br> + <a href='#JOHN_MCKEEN'><b>JOHN MCKEEN</b></a> <span class="linenum">165</span><br> + <a href='#JUST_TO_BE_GOOD'><b>JUST TO BE GOOD</b></a> <span class="linenum">26</span><br> + <a href='#KNEELING_WITH_HERRICK'><b>KNEELING WITH HERRICK</b></a> <span class="linenum">138</span><br> + <a href='#LAUGHTER_HOLDING_BOTH_HIS_SIDES'><b>LAUGHTER HOLDING BOTH HIS SIDES</b></a> <span class="linenum">81</span><br> + <a href='#MULBERRY_TREE_THE'><b>MULBERRY TREE, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">46</span><br> + <a href='#MY_DANCIN_DAYS_IS_OVER'><b>MY DANCIN' DAYS IS OVER</b></a> <span class="linenum">184</span><br> + <a href='#MY_FRIEND'><b>MY FRIEND</b></a> <span class="linenum">29</span><br> + <a href='#NATURAL_PERVERSITIES'><b>NATURAL PERVERSITIES</b></a> <span class="linenum">70</span><br> + <a href='#NOT_ALWAYS_GLAD_WHEN_WE_SMILE'><b>NOT ALWAYS GLAD WHEN WE SMILE</b></a> <span class="linenum">36</span><br> + <a href='#OLD_DAYS_THE'><b>OLD DAYS, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">135</span><br> + <a href='#OLD_GUITAR_THE'><b>OLD GUITAR, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">161</span><br> + <a href='#OLD_TRUNDLE-BED_THE'><b>OLD TRUNDLE-BED, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">64</span><br> + <a href='#OUR_BOYHOOD_HAUNTS'><b>OUR BOYHOOD HAUNTS</b></a> <span class="linenum">182</span><br> + <a href='#OUR_KIND_OF_A_MAN'><b>OUR KIND OF A MAN</b></a> <span class="linenum">92</span><br> + <a href='#OUR_OWN'><b>OUR OWN</b></a> <span class="linenum">63</span><br> + <a href='#OUT_OF_REACH'><b>"OUT OF REACH?"</b></a> <span class="linenum">112</span><br> + <a href='#OUT_OF_THE_HITHERWHERE'><b>OUT OF THE HITHERWHERE</b></a> <span class="linenum">98</span><br> + <a href='#PLAINT_HUMAN_THE'><b>PLAINT HUMAN, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">43</span><br> + <a href='#QUEST_THE'><b>QUEST, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">44</span><br> + <a href='#RAINY_MORNING_THE'><b>RAINY MORNING, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">141</span><br> + <a href='#REACH_YOUR_HAND_TO_ME'><b>REACH YOUR HAND TO ME</b></a> <span class="linenum">143</span><br> + <a href='#SCRAWL_A'><b>SCRAWL, A</b></a> <span class="linenum">75</span><br> + <a href='#SONG_OF_PARTING'><b>SONG OF PARTING</b></a> <span class="linenum">90</span><br> + <a href='#SONG_OF_YESTERDAY_THE'><b>SONG OF YESTERDAY, THE</b></a> <span class="linenum">82</span><br> + <a href='#SPRING_SONG_AND_A_LATER_A'><b>SPRING SONG AND A LATER, A</b></a> <span class="linenum">137</span><br> + <a href='#THEM_OLD_CHEERY_WORDS'><b>"THEM OLD CHEERY WORDS"</b></a> <span class="linenum">172</span><br> + <a href='#THINKIN_BACK'><b>THINKIN' BACK</b></a> <span class="linenum">31</span><br> + <a href='#THROUGH_SLEEPY-LAND'><b>THROUGH SLEEPY-LAND</b></a> <span class="linenum">170</span><br> + <a href='#TO_MY_OLD_FRIEND_WILLIAM_LEACHMAN'><b>TO MY OLD FRIEND, WILLIAM LEACHMAN</b></a> <span class="linenum">145</span><br> + <a href='#TO_THE_JUDGE'><b>TO THE JUDGE</b></a> <span class="linenum">177</span><br> + <a href='#WE_MUST_BELIEVE'><b>WE MUST BELIEVE</b></a> <span class="linenum">130</span><br> + <a href='#WE_MUST_GET_HOME'><b>WE MUST GET HOME</b></a> <span class="linenum">19</span><br> + <a href='#WHERE-AWAY'><b>WHERE-AWAY</b></a> <span class="linenum">57</span><br> + <a href='#WHO_BIDES_HIS_TIME'><b>WHO BIDES HIS TIME</b></a> <span class="linenum">68</span><br> + <a href='#WRITIN_BACK_TO_THE_HOME-FOLKS'><b>WRITIN' BACK TO THE HOME-FOLKS</b></a> <span class="linenum">76</span><br> + <br> + <br> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2>RILEY SONGS OF HOME</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + +<center> +<img src="images/illus0011.jpg" width="350" height="298" alt="Cottage and outbuildings" title="" /> +</center><br> + <a name='WE_MUST_GET_HOME'></a> + + <h3>WE MUST GET HOME</h3><br> + We must get home! How could we stray like this?—<br> + So far from home, we know not where it is,—<br> + Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place<br> + Of children's faces—and the mother's face—<br> + We dimly dream it, till the vision clears<br> + Even in the eyes of fancy, glad with tears.<br> + <br> + We must get home—for we have been away<br> + So long, it seems forever and a day!<br> + And O so very homesick we have grown,<br> + The laughter of the world is like a moan<br> + In our tired hearing, and its song as vain,—<br> + We must get home—we must get home again!<br> + <br> + We must get home! With heart and soul we yearn<br> + To find the long-lost pathway, and return!...<br> + The child's shout lifted from the questing band<br> + Of old folk, faring weary, hand in hand,<br> + But faces brightening, as if clouds at last<br> + Were showering sunshine on us as we passed.<br> + <br> + We must get home: It hurts so staying here,<br> + Where fond hearts must be wept out tear by tear,<br> + And where to wear wet lashes means, at best,<br> + When most our lack, the least our hope of rest—<br> + When most our need of joy, the more our pain—<br> + We must get home—we must get home again!<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0013.jpg" width="365" height="475" alt="Seated woman with two children kneeling on the floor before her" title="" /> + </center><br> + We must get home—home to the simple things—<br> + The morning-glories twirling up the strings<br> + And bugling color, as they blared in blue-<br> + And-white o'er garden-gates we scampered through;<br> + The long grape-arbor, with its under-shade<br> + Blue as the green and purple overlaid.<br> + <br> + We must get home: All is so quiet there:<br> + The touch of loving hands on brow and hair—<br> + Dim rooms, wherein the sunshine is made mild—<br> + The lost love of the mother and the child<br> + Restored in restful lullabies of rain,—<br> + We must get home—we must get home again!<br> + <br> + The rows of sweetcorn and the China beans<br> + Beyond the lettuce-beds where, towering, leans<br> + The giant sunflower in barbaric pride<br> + Guarding the barn-door and the lane outside;<br> + The honeysuckles, midst the hollyhocks,<br> + That clamber almost to the martin-box.<br> + <br> + We must get home, where, as we nod and drowse,<br> + Time humors us and tiptoes through the house,<br> + And loves us best when sleeping baby-wise,<br> + With dreams—not tear-drops—brimming our clenched + eyes,—<br> + Pure dreams that know nor taint nor earthly stain—<br> + We must get home—we must get home again!<br> + <br> + We must get home! The willow-whistle's call<br> + Trills crisp and liquid as the waterfall—<br> + Mocking the trillers in the cherry-trees<br> + And making discord of such rhymes as these,<br> + That know nor lilt nor cadence but the birds<br> + First warbled—then all poets afterwards.<br> + <br> + We must get home; and, unremembering there<br> + All gain of all ambition otherwhere,<br> + Rest—from the feverish victory, and the crown<br> + Of conquest whose waste glory weighs us down.—<br> + Fame's fairest gifts we toss back with disdain—<br> + We must get home—we must get home again!<br> + <br> + We must get home again—we must—we must!—<br> + (Our rainy faces pelted in the dust)<br> + Creep back from the vain quest through endless strife<br> + To find not anywhere in all of life<br> + A happier happiness than blest us then ...<br> + We must get home—we must get home again!<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0017.jpg" width="350" height="288" alt="Two boys on a farm" title="" /> + </center><br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='JUST_TO_BE_GOOD'></a> + + <h3>JUST TO BE GOOD</h3><br> + Just to be good—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 4em;'>This is + enough—enough!</span><br> + O we who find sin's billows wild and rough,<br> + Do we not feel how more than any gold<br> + Would be the blameless life we led of old<br> + While yet our lips knew but a mother's kiss?<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Ah! though we miss</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>All else but this,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To be good is + enough!</span><br> + <br> + It is enough—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Enough—just to be + good!</span><br> + To lift our hearts where they are understood;<br> + To let the thirst for worldly power and place<br> + Go unappeased; to smile back in God's face<br> + With the glad lips our mothers used to kiss.<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Ah! though we miss</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>All else but this,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To be good is + enough!</span><br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0019.jpg" width="342" height="475" alt="Woman reading to a boy" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br> + <center> +<img src="images/illus0021.jpg" width="350" height="219" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='MY_FRIEND'></a> + + <h3>MY FRIEND</h3><br> + "He is my friend," I said,—<br> + "Be patient!" Overhead<br> + The skies were drear and dim;<br> + And lo! the thought of him<br> + Smiled on my heart—and then<br> + The sun shone out again!<br> + <br> + "He is my friend!" The words<br> + Brought summer and the birds;<br> + And all my winter-time<br> + Thawed into running rhyme<br> + And rippled into song,<br> + Warm, tender, brave and strong.<br> + <br> + And so it sings to-day.—<br> + So may it sing alway!<br> + Though waving grasses grow<br> + Between, and lilies blow<br> + Their trills of perfume clear<br> + As laughter to the ear,<br> + Let each mute measure end<br> + With "Still he is thy friend."<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0022.jpg" width="350" height="157" alt="Flowers" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0023.jpg" width="210" height="350" alt="Boy seated on the ground" title="" /> +</center><br> + <a name='THINKIN_BACK'></a> + + <h3>THINKIN' BACK</h3><br> + I've ben thinkin' back, of late,<br> + S'prisin'!—And I'm here to state<br> + I'm suspicious it's a sign<br> + Of <i>age</i>, maybe, or decline<br> + Of my faculties,—and yit<br> + I'm not <i>feelin'</i> old a bit—<br> + Any more than sixty-four<br> + Ain't no <i>young</i> man any more!<br> + <br> + Thinkin' back's a thing 'at grows<br> + On a feller, I suppose—<br> + Older 'at he gits, i jack,<br> + More he keeps a-thinkin' back!<br> + Old as old men git to be,<br> + Er as middle-aged as me,<br> + Folks'll find us, eye and mind<br> + Fixed on what we've left behind—<br> + Rehabilitatin'-like<br> + Them old times we used to hike<br> + Out barefooted fer the crick,<br> + 'Long 'bout <i>Aprile first</i>—to pick<br> + Out some "warmest" place to go<br> + In a-swimmin'—<i>Ooh! my-oh!</i><br> + Wonder now we hadn't died!<br> + Grate horseradish on my hide<br> + Jes' <i>a-thinkin'</i> how cold then<br> + That-'ere worter must 'a' ben!<br> + <br> + Thinkin' back—W'y, goodness me!<br> + I kin call their names and see<br> + Every little tad I played<br> + With, er fought, er was afraid<br> + Of, and so made <i>him</i> the best<br> + Friend I had of all the rest!<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0025.jpg" width="371" height="475" alt="Man in a rocking chair" title="" /> + </center><br> + Thinkin' back, I even hear<br> + Them a-callin', high and clear,<br> + Up the crick-banks, where they seem<br> + Still hid in there—like a dream—<br> + And me still a-pantin' on<br> + The green pathway they have gone!<br> + Still they hide, by bend er ford—<br> + Still they hide—but, thank the Lord,<br> + (Thinkin' back, as I have said),<br> + I hear laughin' on ahead!<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0027.jpg" width="350" height="346" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='NOT_ALWAYS_GLAD_WHEN_WE_SMILE'></a> + + <h3>NOT ALWAYS GLAD WHEN WE SMILE</h3><br> + We are not always glad when we smile:<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Though we wear a fair face and + are gay,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the world we + deceive</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>May not ever believe</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We could laugh in a happier + way.—</span><br> + Yet, down in the deeps of the soul,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Ofttimes, with our faces + aglow,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>There's an ache and a + moan</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>That we know of + alone,</span><br> + And as only the hopeless may know.<br> + <br> + We are not always glad when we smile,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>For the heart, in a tempest of + pain,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>May live in the + guise</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of a smile in the + eyes</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As a rainbow may live in the + rain;</span><br> + And the stormiest night of our woe<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>May hang out a radiant + star</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Whose light in the + sky</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of despair is a lie</span><br> + As black as the thunder-clouds are.<br> + <br> + We are not always glad when we smile!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>But the conscience is quick to + record,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>All the sorrow and + sin</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We are hiding within</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Is plain in the sight of the + Lord:</span><br> + And ever, O ever, till pride<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And evasion shall cease to + defile</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The sacred recess</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of the soul, we + confess</span><br> + We are not always glad when we smile.<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0029.jpg" width="350" height="257" alt="House with people on porch and ghostly woman in yard" title="" /> +</center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0030.jpg" width="280" height="350" alt="Violin and books" title="" /> +</center><br> + <a name='HIS_ROOM'></a> + + <h3>HIS ROOM</h3><br> + "I'm home again, my dear old Room,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I'm home again, and happy, + too,</span><br> + As, peering through the brightening gloom,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I find myself alone with + you:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Though brief my stay, nor far + away,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I missed you—missed you + night and day—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As wildly yearned for you as + now.—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Old Room, how are you, + anyhow?</span><br> + <br> + "My easy chair, with open arms,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Awaits me just within the + door;</span><br> + The littered carpet's woven charms<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Have never seemed so bright + before,—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The old rosettes and + mignonettes</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And ivy-leaves and + violets,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Look up as pure and fresh of + hue</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As though baptized in morning + dew.</span><br> + <br> + "Old Room, to me your homely walls<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Fold round me like the arms of + love,</span><br> + And over all my being falls<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A blessing pure as from + above—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Even as a nestling child + caressed</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And lulled upon a loving + breast,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>With folded eyes, too glad to + weep</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And yet too sad for dreams or + sleep.</span><br> + <br> + "You've been so kind to me, old Room—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So patient in your tender + care,</span><br> + My drooping heart in fullest bloom<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Has blossomed for you + unaware;</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And who but you had cared to + woo</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>A heart so dark, and heavy, + too,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As in the past you lifted + mine</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From out the shadow to the + shine?</span><br> + <br> + "For I was but a wayward boy<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>When first you gladly welcomed + me</span><br> + And taught me work was truer joy<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Than rioting + incessantly:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And thus the din that stormed + within</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The old guitar and + violin</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Has fallen in a fainter + tone</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And sweeter, for your sake + alone.</span><br> + <br> + "Though in my absence I have stood<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In festal halls a favored + guest,</span><br> + I missed, in this old quietude,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>My worthy work and worthy + rest—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>By <i>this</i> I know that long + ago</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>You loved me first, and told me + so</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In art's mute eloquence of + speech</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The voice of praise may never + reach.</span><br> + <br> + "For lips and eyes in truth's disguise<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Confuse the faces of my + friends,</span><br> + Till old affection's fondest ties<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I find unraveling at the + ends;</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>But as I turn to you, and + learn</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To meet my griefs with less + concern,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Your love seems all I have to + keep</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Me smiling lest I needs must + weep.</span><br> + <br> + "Yet I am happy, and would fain<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Forget the world and all its + woes;</span><br> + So set me to my tasks again,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Old Room, and lull me to + repose:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And as we glide adown the + tide</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of dreams, forever side by + side,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I'll hold your hands as lovers + do</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Their sweethearts' and talk + love to you."</span><br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0033.jpg" width="362" height="479" alt="Man playing a guitar" title="" /> +</center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0035.jpg" width="350" height="364" alt="Beggar approaching man in top hat" title="" /> +</center><br> + <a name='PLAINT_HUMAN_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE PLAINT HUMAN</h3><br> + Season of snows, and season of flowers,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Seasons of loss and + gain!—</span><br> + Since grief and joy must alike be ours,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Why do we still + complain?</span><br> + <br> + Ever our failing, from sun to sun,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O my intolerant + brother—</span><br> + We want just a little too little of one,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And much too much of the + other.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <br> + <br> + <a name='QUEST_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE QUEST</h3><br> + I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way,<br> + With eyes as blue as the skies of May,<br> + And a face as fair as the summer dawn?—<br> + You answer back, but I wander on,—<br> + For you say: "Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray,<br> + And his face as dim as a rainy day."<br> + <br> + Good friends, I query, I search for Love;<br> + His eyes are as blue as the skies above,<br> + And his smile as bright as the midst of May<br> + When the truce-bird pipes: Has he passed this way?<br> + And one says: "Ay; but his face, alack!<br> + Frowned as he passed, and his eyes were black."<br> + <br> + O who will tell me of Love? I cry!<br> + His eyes are as blue as the mid-May sky,<br> + And his face as bright as the morning sun;<br> + And you answer and mock me, every one,<br> + That his eyes were dark, and his face was wan,<br> + And he passed you frowning and wandered on.<br> + <br> + But stout of heart will I onward fare,<br> + Knowing <i>my</i> Love is beyond—somewhere,—<br> + The Love I seek, with the eyes of blue,<br> + And the bright, sweet smile unknown of you;<br> + And on from the hour his trail is found<br> + I shall sing sonnets the whole year round.<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0037.jpg" width="350" height="327" alt="Landscape" title="" /> +</center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='MULBERRY_TREE_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE MULBERRY TREE</h3><br> + It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind<br> + As I think of my childhood so long left behind;<br> + The home of my birth, with it's old puncheon-floor,<br> + And the bright morning-glories that growed round the door;<br> + The warped clab-board roof whare the rain it run off<br> + Into streams of sweet dreams as I laid in the loft,<br> + Countin' all of the joys that was dearest to me,<br> + And a-thinkin' the most of the mulberry tree.<br> + <br> + And to-day as I dream, with both eyes wide-awake,<br> + I can see the old tree, and its limbs as they shake,<br> + And the long purple berries that rained on the ground<br> + Whare the pastur' was bald whare we trommpt it around.<br> + And again, peekin' up through the thick leafy shade,<br> + I can see the glad smiles of the friends when I strayed<br> + With my little bare feet from my own mother's knee<br> + To foller them off to the mulberry tree.<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0039.jpg" width="376" height="479" alt="Boy in front of house" title="" /> + </center><br> + Leanin' up in the forks, I can see the old rail,<br> + And the boy climbin' up it, claw, tooth, and toe-nail,<br> + And in fancy can hear, as he spits on his hands,<br> + The ring of his laugh and the rip of his pants.<br> + But that rail led to glory, as certin and shore<br> + As I'll never climb thare by that rout' any more—<br> + What was all the green lauruls of Fame unto me,<br> + With my brows in the boughs of the mulberry tree!<br> + <br> + Then it's who can fergit the old mulberry tree<br> + That he knowed in the days when his thoughts was as free<br> + As the flutterin' wings of the birds that flew out<br> + Of the tall wavin' tops as the boys come about?<br> + O, a crowd of my memories, laughin' and gay,<br> + Is a-climbin' the fence of that pastur' to-day,<br> + And, a-pantin' with joy, as us boys ust to be,<br> + They go racin' acrost fer the mulberry tree.<br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0042.jpg" width="236" height="350" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='FOR_YOU'></a> + + <h3>FOR YOU</h3><br> + For you, I could forget the gay<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Delirium of + merriment,</span><br> + And let my laughter die away<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In endless silence of + content.</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I could forget, for your dear + sake,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The utter emptiness and + ache</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of every loss I ever + knew.—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>What could I not forget for + you?</span><br> + <br> + I could forget the just deserts<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of mine own sins, and so + erase</span><br> + The tear that burns, the smile that hurts,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And all that mars or masks my + face.</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>For your fair sake I could + forget</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The bonds of life that chafe + and fret,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Nor care if death were false or + true.—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>What could I not forget for + you?</span><br> + <br> + What could I not forget? Ah me!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>One thing, I know, would still + abide</span><br> + Forever in my memory,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Though all of love were lost + beside—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I yet would feel how first the + wine</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of your sweet lips made fools + of mine</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Until they sung, all drunken + through—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"What could I not forget for + you?"</span><br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0043.jpg" width="350" height="227" alt="Long-stem rose" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0044.jpg" width="269" height="350" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='FEEL_IN_THE_CHRISMAS-AIR_A'></a> + + <h3>A FEEL IN THE CHRIS'MAS-AIR</h3><br> + They's a kind o' <i>feel</i> in the air, to me.<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>When the Chris'mas-times sets + in.</span><br> + That's about as much of a mystery<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As ever I've run + ag'in!—</span><br> + Fer instunce, now, whilse I gain in weight<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And gineral health, I + swear</span><br> + They's a <i>goneness</i> somers I can't quite state—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A kind o' <i>feel</i> in the + air.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0045.jpg" width="384" height="475" alt="Man in a chair" title="" /> + </center><br> + They's a feel in the Chris'mas-air goes right<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To the spot where a man + <i>lives</i> at!—</span><br> + It gives a feller a' appetite—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>They ain't no doubt about + <i>that</i>!—</span><br> + And yit they's <i>somepin</i>'—I don't know + what—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That follers me, here and + there,</span><br> + And ha'nts and worries and spares me not—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A kind o' feel in the + air!</span><br> + <br> + They's a <i>feel</i>, as I say, in the air that's jest<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As blame-don sad as + sweet!—</span><br> + In the same ra-sho as I feel the best<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And am spryest on my + feet,</span><br> + They's allus a kind o' sort of a' <i>ache</i><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That I can't lo-cate + no-where;—</span><br> + But it comes with <i>Chris'mas</i>, and no mistake!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A kind o' feel in the + air.</span><br> + <br> + Is it the racket the childern raise?—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>W'y, <i>no</i>!—God bless + 'em!—<i>no</i>!—</span><br> + Is it the eyes and the cheeks ablaze—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like my <i>own</i> wuz, long + ago?—</span><br> + Is it the bleat o' the whistle and beat<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O' the little toy-drum and + blare</span><br> + O' the horn?—<i>No! no!</i>—it is jest the + sweet—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The sad-sweet feel in the + air.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0048.jpg" width="350" height="309" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='AS_CREATED'></a> + + <h3>AS CREATED</h3><br> + There's a space for good to bloom in<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Every heart of man or + woman,—</span><br> + And however wild or human,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Or however brimmed with + gall,</span><br> + Never heart may beat without it;<br> + And the darkest heart to doubt it<br> + Has something good about it<br> + <span style='margin-left: 8em;'>After all.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0049.jpg" width="350" height="172" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='WHERE-AWAY'></a> + + <h3>WHERE-AWAY</h3><br> + O the Lands of Where-Away!<br> + Tell us—tell us—where are they?<br> + Through the darkness and the dawn<br> + We have journeyed on and on—<br> + From the cradle to the cross—<br> + From possession unto loss.—<br> + Seeking still, from day to day,<br> + For the Lands of Where-Away.<br> + <br> + When our baby-feet were first<br> + Planted where the daisies burst,<br> + And the greenest grasses grew<br> + In the fields we wandered through,—<br> + On, with childish discontent,<br> + Ever on and on we went,<br> + Hoping still to pass, some day,<br> + O'er the verge of Where-Away.<br> + <br> + Roses laid their velvet lips<br> + On our own, with fragrant sips;<br> + But their kisses held us not,<br> + All their sweetness we forgot;—<br> + Though the brambles in our track<br> + Plucked at us to hold us back—<br> + "Just ahead," we used to say,<br> + "Lie the Lands of Where-Away."<br> + <br> + Children at the pasture-bars,<br> + Through the dusk, like glimmering stars,<br> + Waved their hands that we should bide<br> + With them over eventide;<br> + Down the dark their voices failed<br> + Falteringly, as they hailed,<br> + And died into yesterday—<br> + Night ahead and—Where-Away?<br> + <br> + Twining arms about us thrown—<br> + Warm caresses, all our own,<br> + Can but stay us for a spell—<br> + Love hath little new to tell<br> + To the soul in need supreme,<br> + Aching ever with the dream<br> + Of the endless bliss it may<br> + Find in Lands of Where-Away!<br> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0052.jpg" width="344" height="483" alt="Boy and a girl fishing" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> +<img src="images/illus0053.jpg" width="350" height="360" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='DREAMER_SAY'></a> + + <h3>DREAMER, SAY</h3><br> + Dreamer, say, will you dream for me<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A wild sweet dream of a foreign + land,</span><br> + Whose border sips of a foaming sea<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With lips of coral and silver + sand;</span><br> + Where warm winds loll on the shady deeps,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Or lave themselves in the + tearful mist</span><br> + The great wild wave of the breaker weeps<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O'er crags of opal and + amethyst?</span><br> + <br> + Dreamer, say, will you dream a dream<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of tropic shades in the lands + of shine,</span><br> + Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That flows like a rill of + wasted wine,—</span><br> + Where the palm-trees, lifting their shields of green,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Parry the shafts of the Indian + sun</span><br> + Whose splintering vengeance falls between<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The reeds below where the + waters run?</span><br> + <br> + Dreamer, say, will you dream of love<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That lives in a land of sweet + perfume,</span><br> + Where the stars drip down from the skies above<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In molten spatters of bud and + bloom?</span><br> + Where never the weary eyes are wet,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And never a sob in the balmy + air,</span><br> + And only the laugh of the paroquette<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Breaks the sleep of the silence + there?</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0054.jpg" width="350" height="203" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0055.jpg" width="350" height="385" alt="Man in a graveyard" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='OUR_OWN'></a> + + <h3>OUR OWN</h3>They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We gossip, + knee-by-knee;</span><br> + They tell us all that they have planned—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of all their joys to + be,—</span><br> + And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>All desolate we cry</span><br> + Across wide waves of voiceless graves—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Good-by! Good-by! + Good-by!</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='OLD_TRUNDLE-BED_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE OLD TRUNDLE-BED</h3><br> + O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy!<br> + What canopied king might not covet the joy?<br> + The glory and peace of that slumber of mine,<br> + Like a long, gracious rest in the bosom divine:<br> + The quaint, homely couch, hidden close from the light,<br> + But daintily drawn from its hiding at night.<br> + O a nest of delight, from the foot to the head,<br> + Was the queer little, clear little, old trundle-bed!<br> + <br> + O the old trundle-bed, where I wondering saw<br> + The stars through the window, and listened with awe<br> + To the sigh of the winds as they tremblingly crept<br> + Through the trees where the robin so restlessly slept:<br> + Where I heard the low, murmurous chirp of the wren,<br> + And the katydid listlessly chirrup again,<br> + Till my fancies grew faint and were drowsily led<br> + Through the maze of the dreams of the old trundle bed.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0058.jpg" width="352" height="475" alt="Boy tieing his shoe" title="" /> + </center><br> + O the old trundle-bed! O the old trundle-bed!<br> + With its plump little pillow, and old-fashioned spread;<br> + Its snowy-white sheets, and the blankets above,<br> + Smoothed down and tucked round with the touches of love;<br> + The voice of my mother to lull me to sleep<br> + With the old fairy-stories my memories keep<br> + Still fresh as the lilies that bloom o'er the head<br> + Once bowed o'er my own in the old trundle-bed.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0059.jpg" width="350" height="301" alt="Bed" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0060.jpg" width="248" height="350" alt="Man plowing" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='WHO_BIDES_HIS_TIME'></a> + + <h3>WHO BIDES HIS TIME</h3><br> + Who bides his time, and day by day<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Faces defeat full + patiently,</span><br> + And lifts a mirthful roundelay,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>However poor his fortunes + be,—</span><br> + He will not fail in any qualm<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of poverty—the paltry + clime</span><br> + It will grow golden in his palm,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Who bides his time.</span><br> + <br> + Who bides his time—he tastes the sweet<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of honey in the saltest + tear;</span><br> + And though he fares with slowest feet,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Joy runs to meet him, drawing + near;</span><br> + The birds are heralds of his cause;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And, like a never-ending + rhyme,</span><br> + The roadsides bloom in his applause,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Who bides his time.</span><br> + <br> + Who bides his time, and fevers not<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In the hot race that none + achieves,</span><br> + Shall wear cool-wreathen laurel, wrought<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With crimson berries in the + leaves;</span><br> + And he shall reign a goodly king,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And sway his hand o'er every + clime,</span><br> + With peace writ on his signet-ring,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Who bides his time.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0061.jpg" width="350" height="121" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0062.jpg" width="350" height="178" alt="Man running after a train" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='NATURAL_PERVERSITIES'></a> + + <h3>NATURAL PERVERSITIES</h3><br> + I am not prone to moralize<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In scientific doubt</span><br> + On certain facts that Nature tries<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To puzzle us + about,—</span><br> + For I am no philosopher<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of wise elucidation,</span><br> + But speak of things as they occur,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>From simple + observation.</span><br> + <br> + I notice <i>little</i> things—to wit:—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I never missed a + train</span><br> + Because I didn't <i>run</i> for it;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I never knew it rain</span><br> + That my umbrella wasn't lent,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Or, when in my + possession,</span><br> + The sun but wore, to all intent,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A jocular + expression.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0064.jpg" width="328" height="479" alt="Man on a rainy city street" title="" /> + </center><br> + I never knew a creditor<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To dun me for a debt</span><br> + But I was "cramped" or "busted;" or<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I never knew one + yet,</span><br> + When I had plenty in my purse,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To make the least + invasion,—</span><br> + As I, accordingly perverse,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Have courted no + occasion.</span><br> + <br> + Nor do I claim to comprehend<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>What Nature has in + view</span><br> + In giving us the very friend<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To trust we oughtn't + to.—</span><br> + But so it is: The trusty gun<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Disastrously + exploded</span><br> + Is always sure to be the one<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We didn't think was + loaded.</span><br> + <br> + Our moaning is another's mirth,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And what is worse by + half,</span><br> + We say the funniest thing on earth<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And never raise a + laugh:</span><br> + Mid friends that love us overwell,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And sparkling jests and + liquor,</span><br> + Our hearts somehow are liable<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To melt in tears the + quicker.</span><br> + <br> + We reach the wrong when most we seek<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The right; in like + effect,</span><br> + We stay the strong and not the weak—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Do most when we + neglect.—</span><br> + Neglected genius—truth be said—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As wild and quick as + tinder,</span><br> + The more we seek to help ahead<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The more we seem to + hinder.</span><br> + <br> + I've known the least the greatest, too—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And, on the selfsame + plan,</span><br> + The biggest fool I ever knew<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Was quite a little + man:</span><br> + We find we ought, and then we won't—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We prove a thing, then doubt + it,—</span><br> + Know <i>everything</i> but when we don't<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Know <i>anything</i> about + it.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0066.jpg" width="350" height="215" alt="An umbrella" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0067.jpg" width="350" height="254" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='SCRAWL_A'></a> + + <h3>A SCRAWL</h3><br> + I want to sing something—but this is all—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I try and I try, but the rhymes + are dull</span><br> + As though they were damp, and the echoes fall<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Limp and unlovable.</span><br> + <br> + Words will not say what I yearn to say—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>They will not walk as I want + them to,</span><br> + But they stumble and fall in the path of the way<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of my telling my love for + you.</span><br> + <br> + Simply take what the scrawl is worth—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Knowing I love you as sun the + sod</span><br> + On the ripening side of the great round earth<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That swings in the smile of + God.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='WRITIN_BACK_TO_THE_HOME-FOLKS'></a> + + <h3>WRITIN' BACK TO THE HOME-FOLKS</h3><br> + My dear old friends—It jes beats all,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The way you write a + letter</span><br> + So's ever' <i>last</i> line beats the <i>first</i>,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And ever' <i>next</i>-un's + better!—</span><br> + W'y, ever' fool-thing you putt down<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>You make so + inte<i>rest</i>in',</span><br> + A feller, readin' of 'em all,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't tell which is the + <i>best</i>-un.</span><br> + <br> + It's all so comfortin' and good,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>'Pears-like I almost + <i>hear</i> ye</span><br> + And git more sociabler, you know,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And hitch my cheer up near + ye</span><br> + And jes smile on ye like the sun<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Acrosst the whole + per-rairies</span><br> + In Aprile when the thaw's begun<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And country couples + marries.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0070.jpg" width="343" height="475" alt="Man sitting reading a letter" title="" /> + </center><br> + It's all so good-old-fashioned like<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To <i>talk</i> jes like we're + <i>thinkin'</i>,</span><br> + Without no hidin' back o' fans<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And giggle-un and + winkin',</span><br> + Ner sizin' how each-other's dressed—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like some is allus + doin',—</span><br> + "<i>Is</i> Marthy Ellen's basque ben <i>turned</i><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Er shore-enough a + new-un!"—</span><br> + <br> + Er "ef Steve's city-friend haint jes<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>'A <i>lee</i>tle + kindo'-sorto'"—</span><br> + Er "wears them-air blame eye-glasses<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Jes 'cause he hadn't ort + to?"</span><br> + And so straight on, <i>dad-libitum</i>,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Tel all of us feels, + <i>some</i>way,</span><br> + Jes like our "comp'ny" wuz the best<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>When we git up to come + 'way!</span><br> + <br> + That's why I like <i>old</i> friends like you,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Jes 'cause you're so + <i>abidin'</i>.—</span><br> + Ef I was built to live "<i>fer keeps</i>,"<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>My principul + residin'</span><br> + Would be amongst the folks 'at kep'<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Me allus <i>thinkin'</i> of + 'em,</span><br> + And sorto' eechin' all the time<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To tell 'em how I love + 'em.—</span><br> + <br> + Sich folks, you know, I jes love so<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I wouldn't live without + 'em,</span><br> + Er couldn't even drap asleep<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>But what I <i>dreamp'</i> about + 'em,—</span><br> + And ef we minded God, I guess<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We'd <i>all</i> love + one-another</span><br> + Jes like one fam'bly,—me and Pap<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And Madaline and + Mother.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0072.jpg" width="307" height="375" alt="Woman sitting with plate in her lap" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0073.jpg" width="279" height="350" alt="Man laughing" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='LAUGHTER_HOLDING_BOTH_HIS_SIDES'></a> + + <h3>LAUGHTER HOLDING BOTH HIS SIDES</h3><br> + Ay, thou varlet!—Laugh away!<br> + All the world's a holiday!<br> + Laugh away, and roar and shout<br> + Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out!<br> + Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes<br> + Unto bursting; pelt thy thighs<br> + With thy swollen palms, and roar<br> + As thou never hast before!<br> + Lustier! wilt thou! peal on peal!<br> + Stiflest? Squat and grind thy heel—<br> + Wrestle with thy loins, and then<br> + Wheeze thee whiles, and whoop again!<br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='SONG_OF_YESTERDAY_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE SONG OF YESTERDAY</h3><br> + + <center> + I + </center><br> + But yesterday<br> + I looked away<br> + O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay<br> + In golden blots<br> + Inlaid with spots<br> + Of shade and wild forget-me-nots.<br> + <br> + My head was fair<br> + With flaxen hair,<br> + And fragrant breezes, faint and rare,<br> + And warm with drouth<br> + From out the south,<br> + Blew all my curls across my mouth.<br> + <br> + And, cool and sweet,<br> + My naked feet<br> + Found dewy pathways through the wheat;<br> + And out again<br> + Where, down the lane,<br> + The dust was dimpled with the rain.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0076.jpg" width="344" height="481" alt="Boy, girl, and dog" title="" /> + </center><br> + + <center> + II + </center><br> + But yesterday:—<br> + Adream, astray,<br> + From morning's red to evening's gray,<br> + O'er dales and hills<br> + Of daffodils<br> + And lorn sweet-fluting whippoorwills.<br> + <br> + I knew nor cares<br> + Nor tears nor prayers—<br> + A mortal god, crowned unawares<br> + With sunset—and<br> + A scepter-wand<br> + Of apple-blossoms in my hand!<br> + <br> + The dewy blue<br> + Of twilight grew<br> + To purple, with a star or two<br> + Whose lisping rays<br> + Failed in the blaze<br> + Of sudden fireflies through the haze.<br> + <br> + <br> + + <center> + III + </center><br> + But yesterday<br> + I heard the lay<br> + Of summer birds, when I, as they<br> + With breast and wing,<br> + All quivering<br> + With life and love, could only sing.<br> + <br> + My head was lent<br> + Where, with it, blent<br> + A maiden's o'er her instrument;<br> + While all the night,<br> + From vale to height,<br> + Was filled with echoes of delight.<br> + <br> + And all our dreams<br> + Were lit with gleams<br> + Of that lost land of reedy streams.<br> + Along whose brim<br> + Forever swim<br> + Pan's lilies, laughing up at him.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0080.jpg" width="367" height="483" alt="Woman playing guitar while man listens" title="" /> + </center><br> + + <center> + IV + </center><br> + But yesterday!...<br> + O blooms of May,<br> + And summer roses—where-away?<br> + O stars above;<br> + And lips of love,<br> + And all the honeyed sweets thereof!—<br> + <br> + O lad and lass,<br> + And orchard pass,<br> + And briered lane, and daisied grass!<br> + O gleam and gloom,<br> + And woodland bloom,<br> + And breezy breaths of all perfume!—<br> + <br> + No more for me<br> + Or mine shall be<br> + Thy raptures—save in memory,—<br> + No more—no more—<br> + Till through the Door<br> + Of Glory gleam the days of yore.<br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0082.jpg" width="350" height="345" alt="Woman and man clasping hands" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='SONG_OF_PARTING'></a> + + <h3>SONG OF PARTING</h3><br> + Say farewell, and let me go;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Shatter every vow!</span><br> + All the future can bestow<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Will be welcome now!</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And if this fair hand I + touch</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I have worshipped + overmuch,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>It was my mistake—and + so,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Say farewell, and let me + go.</span><br> + <br> + Say farewell, and let me go:<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Murmur no regret,</span><br> + Stay your tear-drops ere they flow—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Do not waste them + yet!</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>They might pour as pours the + rain,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And not wash away the + pain:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I have tried them and I + know.—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Say farewell, and let me + go.</span><br> + <br> + Say farewell, and let me go:<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Think me not + untrue—</span><br> + True as truth is, even so<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I am true to you!</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>If the ghost of love may + stay</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Where my fond heart dies + to-day,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I am with you + alway—so,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Say farewell, and let me + go.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0083.jpg" width="350" height="124" alt="Ship at sea" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='OUR_KIND_OF_A_MAN'></a> + + <h3>OUR KIND OF A MAN</h3><br> + + <center> + I + </center><br> + The kind of a man for you and me!<br> + He faces the world unflinchingly,<br> + And smites, as long as the wrong resists,<br> + With a knuckled faith and force like fists:<br> + He lives the life he is preaching of,<br> + And loves where most is the need of love;<br> + His voice is clear to the deaf man's ears,<br> + And his face sublime through the blind man's tears;<br> + The light shines out where the clouds were dim,<br> + And the widow's prayer goes up for him;<br> + The latch is clicked at the hovel door<br> + And the sick man sees the sun once more,<br> + And out o'er the barren fields he sees<br> + Springing blossoms and waving trees,<br> + Feeling as only the dying may,<br> + That God's own servant has come that way,<br> + Smoothing the path as it still winds on<br> + Through the Golden Gate where his loved have gone.<br> + <br> + <br> + + <center> + II + </center><br> + The kind of a man for me and you!<br> + However little of worth we do<br> + He credits full, and abides in trust<br> + That time will teach us how more is just.<br> + He walks abroad, and he meets all kinds<br> + Of querulous and uneasy minds,<br> + And, sympathizing, he shares the pain<br> + Of the doubts that rack us, heart and brain;<br> + And, knowing this, as we grasp his hand,<br> + We are surely coming to understand!<br> + He looks on sin with pitying eyes—<br> + E'en as the Lord, since Paradise,—<br> + Else, should we read, "Though our sins should glow<br> + As scarlet, they shall be white as snow"?—<br> + And, feeling still, with a grief half glad,<br> + That the bad are as good as the good are bad,<br> + He strikes straight out for the Right—and he<br> + Is the kind of a man for you and me!<br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0086.jpg" width="329" height="350" alt="Man reading" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='HOW_DID_YOU_REST_LAST_NIGHT'></a> + + <h3>"HOW DID YOU REST, LAST NIGHT?"</h3><br> + "How did you rest, last night?"—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I've heard my gran'pap + say</span><br> + Them words a thousand times—that's right—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Jes them words + thataway!</span><br> + As punctchul-like as morning dast<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To ever heave in + sight</span><br> + Gran'pap 'ud allus haf to ast—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"How did you rest, last + night?"</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0088.jpg" width="408" height="475" alt="Elderly man and boy" title="" /> + </center><br> + Us young-uns used to grin,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>At breakfast, on the + sly,</span><br> + And mock the wobble of his chin<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And eyebrows belt so + high</span><br> + And kind: "<i>How did you rest, last night?</i>"<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We'd mumble and let + on</span><br> + Our voices trimbled, and our sight<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Was dim, and hearin' + gone.</span><br> + <br> + <hr style='width: 45%;'> + <br> + Bad as I used to be,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>All I'm a-wantin' is</span><br> + As puore and ca'm a sleep fer me<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And sweet a sleep as + his!</span><br> + And so I pray, on Jedgment Day<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To wake, and with its + light</span><br> + See <i>his</i> face dawn, and hear him say—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"How did you rest, last + night?"</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0089.jpg" width="350" height="206" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0090.jpg" width="269" height="350" alt="Tree with blossoms" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='OUT_OF_THE_HITHERWHERE'></a> + + <h3>OUT OF THE HITHERWHERE</h3><br> + Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon—<br> + The land that the Lord's love rests upon;<br> + Where one may rely on the friends he meets,<br> + And the smiles that greet him along the streets:<br> + Where the mother that left you years ago<br> + Will lift the hands that were folded so,<br> + And put them about you, with all the love<br> + And tenderness you are dreaming of.<br> + <br> + Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon—<br> + Where all of the friends of your youth have gone,—<br> + Where the old schoolmate that laughed with you,<br> + Will laugh again as he used to do,<br> + Running to meet you, with such a face<br> + As lights like a moon the wondrous place<br> + Where God is living, and glad to live,<br> + Since He is the Master and may forgive.<br> + <br> + Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon!—<br> + Stay the hopes we are leaning on—<br> + You, Divine, with Your merciful eyes<br> + Looking down from the far-away skies,—<br> + Smile upon us, and reach and take<br> + Our worn souls Home for the old home's sake.—<br> + And so Amen,—for our all seems gone<br> + Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0091.jpg" width="350" height="293" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0092.jpg" width="273" height="350" alt="Jack-in-the-box" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='JACK-IN-THE-BOX'></a> + + <h3>JACK-IN-THE-BOX</h3><br> + <i>(Grandfather, musing.)</i><br> + <br> + In childish days! O memory,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>You bring such curious things + to me!—</span><br> + Laughs to the lip—tears to the eye,<br> + In looking on the gifts that lie<br> + Like broken playthings scattered o'er<br> + Imagination's nursery floor!<br> + Did these old hands once click the key<br> + That let "Jack's" box-lid upward fly,<br> + And that blear-eyed, fur-whiskered elf<br> + Leap, as though frightened at himself,<br> + And quiveringly lean and stare<br> + At me, his jailer, laughing there?<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0094.jpg" width="364" height="483" alt="Elderly man and girl" title="" /> + </center><br> + A child then! Now—I only know<br> + They call me very old; and so<br> + They will not let me have my way,—<br> + But uselessly I sit all day<br> + Here by the chimney-jamb, and poke<br> + The lazy fire, and smoke and smoke,<br> + And watch the wreaths swoop up the flue,<br> + And chuckle—ay, I often do—<br> + Seeing again, all vividly,<br> + Jack-in-the-box leap, as in glee<br> + To see how much he looks like me!<br> + <br> + ... They talk. I can't hear what they say—<br> + But I am glad, clean through and through<br> + Sometimes, in fancying that they<br> + Are saying, "Sweet, that fancy strays<br> + In age back to our childish days!"<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0095.jpg" width="350" height="297" alt="Pipe and eyeglasses" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='BOYS_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE BOYS</h3><br> + Where are they?—the friends of my childhood + enchanted—<br> + The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,<br> + And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As when we raced + over</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>Pink pastures of + clover,</span><br> + And mocked the quail's whir and the bumblebee's drone?<br> + <br> + Have the breezes of time blown their blossomy faces<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Forever adrift down the years + that are flown?</span><br> + Am I never to see them romp back to their places,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Where over the + meadow,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>In sunshine and + shadow,</span><br> + The meadow-larks trill, and the bumblebees drone?<br> + <br> + Where are they? Ah! dim in the dust lies the clover;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The whippoorwill's call has a + sorrowful tone,</span><br> + And the dove's—I have wept at it over and + over;—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I want the glad + luster</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>Of youth, and the + cluster</span><br> + Of faces asleep where the bumblebees drone!<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0098.jpg" width="378" height="475" alt="Two boys" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0099.jpg" width="350" height="395" alt="Man on a pier" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='ITS_GOT_TO_BE'></a> + + <h3>IT'S <i>GOT</i> TO BE</h3><br> + "When it's <i>got</i> to be,"—like! always say,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As I notice the years whiz + past,</span><br> + And know each day is a yesterday,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>When we size it up, at + last,—</span><br> + Same as I said when my <i>boyhood</i> went<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And I knowed <i>we</i> had to + quit,—</span><br> + "It's <i>got</i> to be, and it's <i>goin'</i> to + be!"—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So I said "Good-by" to + <i>it</i>.</span><br> + <br> + It's <i>got</i> to be, and it's <i>goin'</i> to be!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So at least I always + try</span><br> + To kind o' say in a hearty way,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"Well, it's <i>got</i> to be. + Good-by!"</span><br> + <br> + The time jes melts like a late, last snow,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>When it's <i>got</i> to be, it + melts!</span><br> + But I aim to keep a cheerful mind,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Ef I can't keep nothin' + else!</span><br> + I knowed, when I come to twenty-one,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That I'd soon be + twenty-two,—</span><br> + So I waved one hand at the soft young man,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And I said, "Good-by to + <i>you</i>!"</span><br> + <br> + It's <i>got</i> to be, and it's <i>goin'</i> to be!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So at least I always + try</span><br> + To kind o' say, in a cheerful way,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"Well, it's <i>got</i> to + be.—Good-by!"</span><br> + <br> + They kep' a-goin', the years and years,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Yet still I smiled and + smiled,—</span><br> + For I'd said "Good-by" to my single life,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And I now had a wife and + child:</span><br> + Mother and son and the father—one,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Till, last, on her bed of + pain,</span><br> + She jes' smiled up, like she always done,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And I said "Good-by" + again.</span><br> + <br> + It's <i>got</i> to be, and it's <i>goin'</i> to be!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So at least I always + try</span><br> + To kind o' say, in a humble way,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Well, it's <i>got</i> to be. + Good-by!"</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0102.jpg" width="400" height="495" alt="Man weeping over body of another man" title="" /> + </center><br> + And then my boy—as he growed to be<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Almost a man in + size,—</span><br> + Was more than a pride and joy to me,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With his mother's smilin' + eyes.—</span><br> + He gimme the slip, when the War broke out,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And followed me. And + I</span><br> + Never knowed till the first right's end ...<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>I found him, and then, ... + "Good-by."</span><br> + <br> + It's <i>got</i> to be, and it's <i>goin'</i> to be!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So at least I always + try</span><br> + To kind o' say, in a patient way,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Well, it's <i>got</i> to be. + Good-by!"</span><br> + <br> + I have said, "Good-by!—Good-by!—Good-by!"<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With my very best good + will,</span><br> + All through life from the first,—and I<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Am a cheerful old man + still:</span><br> + But it's <i>got</i> to end, and it's <i>goin'</i> to end!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And this is the thing I'll + do,—</span><br> + With my last breath I will laugh, O Death,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And say "Good-by" to + <i>you</i>!...</span><br> + <br> + It's <i>got</i> to be! And again I say,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>When his old scythe circles high,</span><br> + I'll laugh—of course, in the kindest way,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As I say "Good-by!—Good-by!"</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0104.jpg" width="301" height="350" alt="Baby" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='OUT_OF_REACH'></a> + + <h3>"OUT OF REACH?"</h3><br> + You think them "out of reach," your dead?<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Nay, by my own dead, I + deny</span><br> + Your "out of reach."—Be comforted:<br> + <span style='margin-left: 0.5em;'>'Tis not so far to + die.</span><br> + <br> + O by their dear remembered smiles<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And outheld hands and welcoming + speech,</span><br> + They wait for us, thousands of miles<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>This side of + "out-of-reach."</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0105.jpg" width="350" height="346" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='BRAVE_REFRAIN'></a> + + <h3>"A BRAVE REFRAIN"</h3><br> + When snow is here, and the trees look weird,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the knuckled twigs are + gloved with frost;</span><br> + When the breath congeals in the drover's beard,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the old pathway to the barn + is lost;</span><br> + When the rooster's crow is sad to hear,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the stamp of the stabled + horse is vain,</span><br> + And the tone of the cow-bell grieves the ear—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O then is the time for a brave + refrain!</span><br> + <br> + When the gears hang stiff on the harness-peg,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the tallow gleams in frozen + streaks;</span><br> + And the old hen stands on a lonesome leg,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the pump sounds hoarse and + the handle squeaks;</span><br> + When the woodpile lies in a shrouded heap,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the frost is scratched from + the window-pane</span><br> + And anxious eyes from the inside peep—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O then is the time for a brave + refrain!</span><br> + <br> + When the ax-helve warms at the chimney-jamb,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And hob-nailed shoes on the + hearth below,</span><br> + And the house-cat curls in a slumber calm,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the eight-day clock ticks + loud and slow;</span><br> + When the harsh broom-handle jabs the ceil<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>'Neath the kitchen-loft, and + the drowsy brain</span><br> + Sniffs the breath of the morning meal—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O then is the time for a brave + refrain!</span><br> + <br> + + <h4>ENVOI</h4>When the skillet seethes, and a blubbering + hot<br> + Tilts the lid of the coffee-pot,<br> + And the scent of the buckwheat cake grows plain—<br> + O then is the time for a brave refrain!<br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0107.jpg" width="250" height="350" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='IN_THE_EVENING'></a> + + <h3>IN THE EVENING</h3><br> + + <center> + I + </center><br> + In the evening of our days,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>When the first far stars + above</span><br> + Glimmer dimmer, through the haze,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Than the dewy eyes of + love,</span><br> + Shall we mournfully revert<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To the vanished morns and + Mays</span><br> + Of our youth, with hearts that hurt,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In the evening of our + days?</span><br> + <br> + <br> + + <center> + II + </center><br> + Shall the hand that holds your own<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Till the twain are thrilled as + now,</span><br> + Be withheld, or colder grown?<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Shall my kiss upon your + brow</span><br> + Falter from its high estate?<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And, in all forgetful + ways,</span><br> + Shall we sit apart and wait—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In the evening of our + days?</span><br> + <br> + <br> + + <center> + III + </center><br> + Nay, my wife—my life!—the gloom<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Shall enfold us + velvetwise,</span><br> + And my smile shall be the groom<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of the gladness of your + eyes:</span><br> + Gently, gently as the dew<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Mingles with the darkening + maze,</span><br> + I shall fall asleep with you—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1.5em;'>In the evening of our + days.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0109.jpg" width="275" height="350" alt="Man with hammer" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='JIM'></a> + + <h3>JIM</h3><br> + He was jes a plain, ever'-day, all-round kind of a<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>jour.,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Consumpted-lookin'—but + la!</span><br> + The jokiest, wittiest, story-tellin', song-singin',<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>laughin'est, + jolliest</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Feller you ever saw!</span><br> + Worked at jes coarse work, but you kin bet he was fine<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>enough in his talk,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And his feelin's, + too!</span><br> + Lordy! ef he was on'y back on his bench ag'in to-day,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>a-carryin' on</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like he ust to do!</span><br> + <br> + Any shop-mate'll tell you there never was, on top o'<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>dirt,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A better feller'n + Jim!</span><br> + You want a favor, and couldn't git it anywheres else—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>You could git it o' + him!</span><br> + Most free-heartedest man thataway in the world, I<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>guess!</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Give up ever' nickel he's + worth—</span><br> + And, ef you'd a-wanted it, and named it to him, and it<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>was his,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He'd a-give you the + earth!</span><br> + <br> + Allus a-reachin' out, Jim was, and a-he'ppin' some<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Pore feller onto his + feet—</span><br> + He'd a-never a-keered how hungry he was hisse'f,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So's <i>the feller</i> got + somepin' to eat!</span><br> + Didn't make no differ'nee at all to him how <i>he</i> was<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>dressed,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He ust to say to + me,—</span><br> + "You togg out a tramp purty comfortable in<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>winter-time, a-huntin' a + job,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And he'll git along!" says + he.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0112.jpg" width="354" height="485" alt="Man reaching into pocket for beggar" title="" /> + </center><br> + Jim didn't have, ner never could git ahead, so overly<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>much</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O' this world's goods at a + time.—</span><br> + 'Fore now I've saw him, more'n one't, lend a dollar,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>and haf to, more'n + like,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Turn round and borry a + dime!</span><br> + Mebby laugh and joke about it hisse'f fer a while—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>then jerk his coat.</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And kindo' square his + chin,</span><br> + Tie on his apern, and squat hisse'f on his old<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shoe-bench,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And go to peggin' + ag'in!</span><br> + <br> + Patientest feller, too, I reckon, 'at ever jes<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>natchurly</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Coughed hisse'f to + death!</span><br> + Long enough after his voice was lost he'd laugh in a<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>whisper and say</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He could git ever'thing but his + breath—</span><br> + "<i>You fellers</i>," he'd sorto' twinkle his eyes and say,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Is a-pilin' onto me</span><br> + A mighty big debt fer that-air little weak-chested<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>ghost o' mine to + pack</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Through all + Eternity!"</span><br> + <br> + Now there was a man 'at jes 'peared-like, to me,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>'At ortn't <i>a-never</i> + a-died!</span><br> + "But death hain't a-showin' no favors," the old boss<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>said—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"On'y to <i>Jim</i>!" and + cried:</span><br> + And Wigger, who puts up the best sewed-work in the<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shop—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Er the whole blame + neighborhood,—</span><br> + He says, "When God made Jim, I bet you He didn't do<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>anything else that + day</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>But jes set around and feel + good!"</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0114.jpg" width="264" height="350" alt="Old shoe" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0115.jpg" width="350" height="241" alt="Cottage" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='BEST_IS_GOOD_ENOUGH_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE BEST IS GOOD ENOUGH</h3><br> + I quarrel not with Destiny,<br> + But make the best of everything—<br> + The best is good enough for me.<br> + <br> + Leave Discontent alone, and she<br> + Will shut her month and let <i>you</i> sing.<br> + I quarrel not with Destiny.<br> + <br> + I take some things, or let 'em be—<br> + Good gold has always got the ring;<br> + The best is good enough for me.<br> + <br> + Since Fate insists on secrecy,<br> + I have no arguments to bring—<br> + quarrel not with Destiny.<br> + <br> + The fellow that goes "haw" for "gee"<br> + Will find he hasn't got full swing.<br> + The best is good enough for me.<br> + <br> + One only knows our needs, and He<br> + Does all of the distributing.<br> + I quarrel not with Destiny;<br> + The best is good enough for me.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0116.jpg" width="350" height="288" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='HONEY_DRIPPING_FROM_THE_COMB'></a> + + <h3>HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB</h3><br> + How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Upon the dead sea of the + Past!—A view—</span><br> + Sometimes an odor—or a rooster lifting<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A far-off "<i>Ooh! + ooh-ooh!</i>"</span><br> + <br> + And suddenly we find ourselves astray<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In some wood's-pasture of the + Long Ago—</span><br> + Or idly dream again upon a day<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of rest we used to + know.</span><br> + <br> + I bit an apple but a moment since—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A wilted apple that the worm + had spurned.—</span><br> + Yet hidden in the taste were happy hints<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of good old days + returned.—</span><br> + <br> + And so my heart, like some enraptured lute,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Tinkles a tune so tender and + complete,</span><br> + God's blessing must be resting on the fruit—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So bitter, yet so + sweet!</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='AS_MY_UNCLE_USED_TO_SAY'></a> + + <h3>AS MY UNCLE USED TO SAY</h3><br> + I've thought a power on men and things,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As my uncle ust to + say,—</span><br> + And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>W'y, they ain't no use to + pray!</span><br> + Ef you want somepin', and jes dead-set<br> + A-pleadin' fer it with both eyes wet,<br> + And <i>tears</i> won't bring it, w'y, you try <i>sweat</i>,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As my uncle ust to + say.</span><br> + <br> + They's some don't know their A, B, C's,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As my uncle ust to + say,</span><br> + And yit don't waste no candle-grease,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Ner whistle their lives + away!</span><br> + But ef they can't write no book, ner rhyme<br> + No singin' song fer to last all time,<br> + They can blaze the way fer the march sublime,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As my uncle ust to + say.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0120.jpg" width="347" height="475" alt="Man standing outdoors" title="" /> + </center><br> + Whoever's Foreman of all things here,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As my uncle ust to + say,</span><br> + He knows each job 'at we're best fit fer,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And our round-up, night and + day:</span><br> + And a-sizin' <i>His</i> work, east and west,<br> + And north and south, and worst and best.<br> + I ain't got nothin' to suggest,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As my uncle ust to + say.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0121.jpg" width="350" height="404" alt="Man chopping down a tree" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='WE_MUST_BELIEVE'></a> + + <h3>WE MUST BELIEVE</h3><br> + "<i>Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief.</i>"<br> + <br> + We must believe—<br> + Being from birth endowed with love and trust—<br> + Born unto loving;—and how simply just<br> + That love—that faith!—even in the blossom-face<br> + The babe drops dreamward in its resting-place,<br> + Intuitively conscious of the sure<br> + Awakening to rapture ever pure<br> + And sweet and saintly as the mother's own,<br> + Or the awed father's, as his arms are thrown<br> + O'er wife and child, to round about them weave<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And wind and bind them as one + harvest-sheaf</span><br> + Of love—to cleave to, and <i>forever</i> cleave....<br> + <span style='margin-left: 9em;'>Lord, I believe:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 11em;'>Help Thou mine + unbelief.</span><br> + <br> + We must believe—<br> + Impelled since infancy to seek some clear<br> + Fulfillment, still withheld all seekers here;—<br> + For never have we seen perfection nor<br> + The glory we are ever seeking for:<br> + But we <i>have</i> seen—all mortal souls as + one—<br> + Have seen its <i>promise</i>, in the morning sun—<br> + Its blest assurance, in the stars of night;—<br> + The ever-dawning of the dark to light;—<br> + The tears down-falling from all eyes that grieve—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The eyes uplifting from all + deeps of grief,</span><br> + Yearning for what at last we shall receive....<br> + <span style='margin-left: 8.5em;'>Lord, I believe:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 10.5em;'>Help Thou mine + unbelief.</span><br> + <br> + We must believe—<br> + For still all unappeased our hunger goes,<br> + From life's first waking, to its last repose:<br> + The briefest life of any babe, or man<br> + Outwearing even the allotted span,<br> + Is each a life unfinished—incomplete:<br> + For these, then, of th' outworn, or unworn feet<br> + Denied one toddling step—O there must be<br> + Some fair, green, flowery pathway endlessly<br> + Winding through lands Elysian! Lord, receive<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And lead each as Thine Own + Child—even the Chief</span><br> + Of us who didst Immortal life achieve....<br> + <span style='margin-left: 8.5em;'>Lord, I believe:</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 9.5em;'>Help Thou mine + unbelief.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='GOOD_MAN_A'></a> + + <h3>A GOOD MAN</h3><br> + + <center> + I + </center><br> + A good man never dies—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In worthy deed and + prayer</span><br> + And helpful hands, and honest eyes,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>If smiles or tears be + there:</span><br> + Who lives for you and me—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Lives for the world he + tries</span><br> + To help—he lives eternally.<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A good man never + dies.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + + <center> + II + </center><br> + Who lives to bravely take<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>His share of toil and + stress,</span><br> + And, for his weaker fellows' sake,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Makes every burden + less,—</span><br> + He may, at last, seem worn—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Lie fallen—hands and + eyes</span><br> + Folded—yet, though we mourn and mourn,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A good man never + dies.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0126.jpg" width="390" height="497" alt="Man plowing" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0127.jpg" width="350" height="337" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='OLD_DAYS_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE OLD DAYS</h3><br> + The old days—the far days—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The overdear and + fair!—</span><br> + The old days—the lost days—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>How lovely they + were!</span><br> + The old days of Morning,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With the dew-drench on the + flowers</span><br> + And apple-buds and blossoms<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of those old days of + ours.</span><br> + <br> + Then was the <i>real</i> gold<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Spendthrift Summer + flung;</span><br> + Then was the <i>real</i> song<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Bird or Poet sung!</span><br> + There was never censure then,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Only honest + praise—</span><br> + And all things were worthy of it<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In the old days.</span><br> + <br> + There bide the true friends—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The first and the + best;</span><br> + There clings the green grass<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Close where they + rest:</span><br> + Would they were here? No;—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Would <i>we</i> were + <i>there</i>!...</span><br> + The old days—the lost days—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>How lovely they + were!</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0128.jpg" width="350" height="193" alt="Flowers" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0129.jpg" width="350" height="146" alt="Trees" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='SPRING_SONG_AND_A_LATER_A'></a> + + <h3>A SPRING SONG AND A LATER</h3><br> + She sang a song of May for me,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Wherein once more I + heard</span><br> + The mirth of my glad infancy—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The orchard's earliest + bird—</span><br> + The joyous breeze among the trees<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>New-clad in leaf and + bloom,</span><br> + And there the happy honey-bees<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In dewy gleam and + gloom.</span><br> + <br> + So purely, sweetly on the sense<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of heart and spirit + fell</span><br> + Her song of Spring, its influence—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Still + irresistible,—</span><br> + Commands me here—with eyes ablur—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To mate her bright + refrain.</span><br> + Though I but shed a rhyme for her<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As dim as Autumn + rain.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='KNEELING_WITH_HERRICK'></a> + + <h3>KNEELING WITH HERRICK</h3><br> + Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent--<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Give me + content—</span><br> + Full-pleasured with what comes to me,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Whate'er it be:</span><br> + An humble roof—a frugal board,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And simple hoard;</span><br> + The wintry fagot piled beside<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The chimney wide,</span><br> + While the enwreathing flames up-sprout<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And twine about</span><br> + The brazen dogs that guard my hearth<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And household worth:</span><br> + Tinge with the ember's ruddy glow<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The rafters low;</span><br> + And let the sparks snap with delight,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As fingers might</span><br> + That mark deft measures of some tune<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The children croon:</span><br> + Then, with good friends, the rarest few<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou boldest true,</span><br> + Ranged round about the blaze, to share<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>My comfort + there,—</span><br> + Give me to claim the service meet<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>That makes each seat</span><br> + A place of honor, and each guest<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Loved as the rest.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0132.jpg" width="352" height="475" alt="Three men by a fireplace" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0133.jpg" width="350" height="388" alt="Man walking away" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='RAINY_MORNING_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE RAINY MORNING</h3><br> + The dawn of the day was dreary,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the lowering clouds + o'erhead</span><br> + Wept in a silent sorrow<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Where the sweet sunshine lay + dead;</span><br> + And a wind came out of the eastward<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like an endless sigh of + pain,</span><br> + And the leaves fell down in the pathway<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And writhed in the falling + rain.</span><br> + <br> + I had tried in a brave endeavor<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To chord my harp with the + sun,</span><br> + But the strings would slacken ever,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the task was a weary + one:</span><br> + And so, like a child impatient<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And sick of a + discontent,</span><br> + I bowed in a shower of teardrops<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And mourned with the + instrument.</span><br> + <br> + And lo! as I bowed, the splendor<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of the sun bent over + me,</span><br> + With a touch as warm and tender<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As a father's hand might + be:</span><br> + And even as I felt its presence,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>My clouded soul grew + bright,</span><br> + And the tears, like the rain of morning,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Melted in mists of + light.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0134.jpg" width="350" height="238" alt="Rooster" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0135.jpg" width="350" height="304" alt="Seascape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='REACH_YOUR_HAND_TO_ME'></a> + + <h3>REACH YOUR HAND TO ME</h3><br> + Reach your hand to me, my friend,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With its heartiest + caress—</span><br> + Sometime there will come an end<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To its present + faithfulness—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Sometime I may ask in + vain</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>For the touch of it + again,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>When between us land or + sea</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Holds it ever back from + me.</span><br> + <br> + Sometime I may need it so,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Groping somewhere in the + night,</span><br> + It will seem to me as though<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Just a touch, however + light,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Would make all the darkness + day,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And along some sunny + way</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Lead me through an + April-shower</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of my tears to this fair + hour.</span><br> + <br> + O the present is too sweet<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To go on forever + thus!</span><br> + Round the corner of the street<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Who can say what waits for + us?—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Meeting—greeting, night + and day,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Faring each the selfsame + way—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Still somewhere the path must + end.—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Reach your hand to me, my + friend!</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0136.jpg" width="325" height="350" alt="Lake" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0137.jpg" width="277" height="350" alt="Man wearing hat" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='TO_MY_OLD_FRIEND_WILLIAM_LEACHMAN'></a> + + <h3>TO MY OLD FRIEND, WILLIAM LEACHMAM</h3><br> + Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,<br> + Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,<br> + You allus had a kind word of counsul to impart,<br> + Which was like a healin' 'intment to the sorrow of my hart.<br> + <br> + When I burried my first womern, William Leachman, it was you<br> + Had the only consolation that I could listen to—<br> + Fer I knowed you had gone through it and had rallied from the blow,<br> + And when you said I'd do the same, I knowed you'd ort to know.<br> + <br> + But that time I'll long remember; how I wundered here and thare—<br> + Through the settin'-room and kitchen, and out in the open air—<br> + And the snowflakes whirlin', whirlin', and the fields a frozen glare,<br> + And the neghbors' sleds and wagons congergatin' ev'rywhare.<br> + <br> + I turned my eyes to'rds heaven, but the sun was hid away;<br> + I turned my eyes to'rds earth again, but all was cold and gray;<br> + And the clock, like ice a-crackin', clickt the icy hours in two—<br> + And my eyes'd never thawed out ef it hadn't been fer you!<br> + <br> + We set thare by the smoke-house—me and you out thare alone—<br> + Me a-thinkin'—you a-talkin' in a soothin' undertone—<br> + You a-talkin'—me a-thinkin' of the summers long ago,<br> + And a-writin' "Marthy—Marthy" with my finger in the snow!<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0140.jpg" width="360" height="475" alt="Horses pulling a wagon" title="" /> + </center><br> + William Leachman, I can see you jest as plane as I could then;<br> + And your hand is on my shoulder, and you rouse me up again,<br> + And I see the tears a-drippin' from your own eyes, as you say:<br> + "Be rickonciled and bear it—we but linger fer a day!"<br> + <br> + At the last Old Settlers' Meetin' we went j'intly, you and me—<br> + Your hosses and my wagon, as you wanted it to be;<br> + And sence I can remember, from the time we've neghbored here,<br> + In all sich friendly actions you have double-done your sheer.<br> + <br> + It was better than the meetin', too, that nine-mile talk we had<br> + Of the times when we first settled here and travel was so bad;<br> + When we had to go on hoss-back, and sometimes on "Shanks's mare,"<br> + And "blaze" a road fer them behind that had to travel thare.<br> + <br> + And now we was a-trottin' 'long a level gravel pike,<br> + In a big two-hoss road-wagon, jest as easy as you + like—<br> + Two of us on the front seat, and our wimmern-folks behind,<br> + A-settin' in theyr Winsor-cheers in perfect peace of mind!<br> + <br> + And we pinted out old landmarks, nearly faded out of sight:—<br> + Thare they ust to rob the stage-coach; thare Gash Morgan had the fight<br> + With the old stag-deer that pronged him—how he battled fer his + life,<br> + And lived to prove the story by the handle of his knife.<br> + <br> + Thare the first griss-mill was put up in the Settlement, and we<br> + Had tuck our grindin' to it in the Fall of + Forty-three—<br> + When we tuck our rifles with us, techin' elbows all the way,<br> + And a-stickin' right together ev'ry minute, night and day.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0144.jpg" width="363" height="475" alt="Two men talking" title="" /> + </center><br> + Thare ust to stand the tavern that they called the "Travelers' Rest,"<br> + And thare, beyent the covered bridge, "The Counter-fitters' Nest"—<br> + Whare they claimed the house was ha'nted—that a man was murdered thare,<br> + And burried underneath the floor, er 'round the place somewhare.<br> + <br> + And the old Plank-road they laid along in Fifty-one er two—<br> + You know we talked about the times when that old road was new:<br> + How "Uncle Sam" put down that road and never taxed the State<br> + Was a problem, don't you rickollect, we couldn't <i>dim</i>-onstrate?<br> + <br> + Ways was devius, William Leachman, that me and you has past;<br> + But as I found you true at first, I find you true at last;<br> + And, now the time's a-comin' mighty nigh our jurney's end,<br> + I want to throw wide open all my soul to you, my friend.<br> + <br> + With the stren'th of all my bein', and the heat of hart and brane,<br> + And ev'ry livin' drop of blood in artery and vane,<br> + I love you and respect you, and I venerate your name,<br> + Fer the name of William Leachman and True Manhood's jest the + same!<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0146.jpg" width="350" height="441" alt="House" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='BACKWARD_LOOK_A'></a> + + <h3>A BACKWARD LOOK</h3><br> + As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And lazily leaning back in my + chair,</span><br> + Enjoying myself in a general way—<br> + Allowing my thoughts a holiday<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>From weariness, toil and + care,—</span><br> + My fancies—doubtless, for ventilation—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Left ajar the gates of my + mind,—</span><br> + And Memory, seeing the situation,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Slipped out in street of "Auld + Lang Syne."</span><br> + <br> + Wandering ever with tireless feet<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Through scenes of silence, and + jubilee</span><br> + Of long-hushed voices; and faces sweet<br> + Were thronging the shadowy side of the street<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As far as the eye could + see;</span><br> + Dreaming again, in anticipation,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The same old dreams of our + boyhood's days</span><br> + That never come true, from the vague sensation<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of walking asleep in the + world's strange ways.</span><br> + <br> + Away to the house where I was born!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And there was the selfsame + clock that ticked</span><br> + From the close of dusk to the burst of morn,<br> + When life-warm hands plucked the golden corn<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And helped when the apples were + picked.</span><br> + And the "chany-dog" on the mantel-shelf,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With the gilded collar and + yellow eyes,</span><br> + Looked just as at first, when I hugged myself<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Sound asleep with the dear + surprise.</span><br> + <br> + And down to the swing in the locust tree,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Where the grass was worn from + the trampled ground</span><br> + And where "Eck" Skinner, "Old" Carr, and three<br> + Or four such other boys used to be<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Doin' "sky-scrapers," or + "whirlin' round:"</span><br> + And again Bob climbed for the bluebird's nest,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And again "had shows" in the + buggy-shed</span><br> + Of Guymon's barn, where still, unguessed,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The old ghosts romp through the + best days dead!</span><br> + <br> + And again I gazed from the old school-room<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With a wistful look of a long + June day,</span><br> + When on my cheek was the hectic bloom<br> + Caught of Mischief, as I presume—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He had such a "partial" + way,</span><br> + It seemed, toward me.—And again I thought<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of a probable likelihood to + be</span><br> + Kept in after school—for a girl was caught<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Catching a note from + me.</span><br><br> + <center> + <img src="images/illus0150.jpg" width="345" height="475" alt="Man in rocking chair" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + And down through the woods to the swimming-hole—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Where the big, white, hollow, + old sycamore grows,—</span><br> + And we never cared when the water was cold.<br> + And always "clucked" the boy that told<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>On the fellow that tied the + clothes.—</span><br> + When life went so like a dreamy rhyme<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That it seems to me now that + then</span><br> + The world was having a jollier time<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Than it ever will have + again.</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0151.jpg" width="350" height="238" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0152.jpg" width="350" height="281" alt="Seascape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='AT_SEA'></a> + + <h3>AT SEA</h3><br> + O we go down to sea in ships—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>But Hope remains + behind,</span><br> + And Love, with laughter on his lips,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And Peace, of passive + mind;</span><br> + While out across the deeps of night,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With lifted sails of + prayer,</span><br> + We voyage off in quest of light,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Nor find it + anywhere.</span><br> + <br> + O Thou who wroughtest earth and sea,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Yet keepest from our + eyes</span><br> + The shores of an eternity<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In calms of + Paradise,</span><br> + Blow back upon our foolish quest<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With all the driving + rain</span><br> + Of blinding tears and wild unrest,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And waft us home + again.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0153.jpg" width="350" height="219" alt="Guitar" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='OLD_GUITAR_THE'></a> + + <h3>THE OLD GUITAR</h3><br> + Neglected now is the old guitar<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And moldering into + decay;</span><br> + Fretted with many a rift and scar<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That the dull dust hides + away,</span><br> + While the spider spins a silver star<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In its silent lips + to-day.</span><br> + <br> + The keys hold only nerveless strings—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The sinews of brave old + airs</span><br> + Are pulseless now; and the scarf that clings<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So closely here + declares</span><br> + A sad regret in its ravelings<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the faded hue it + wears.</span><br> + <br> + But the old guitar, with a lenient grace,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Has cherished a smile for + me;</span><br> + And its features hint of a fairer face<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>That comes with a + memory</span><br> + Of a flower-and-perfume-haunted place<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And a moonlit + balcony.</span><br> + <br> + Music sweeter than words confess<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Or the minstrel's powers + invent,</span><br> + Thrilled here once at the light caress<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of the fairy hands that + lent</span><br> + This excuse for the kiss I press<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>On the dear old + instrument.</span><br> + <br> + The rose of pearl with the jeweled stem<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Still blooms; and the tiny + sets</span><br> + In the circle all are here; the gem<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In the keys, and the silver + frets;</span><br> + But the dainty fingers that danced o'er them—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Alas for the heart's + regrets!—</span><br> + <br> + Alas for the loosened strings to-day,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the wounds of rift and + scar</span><br> + On a worn old heart, with its roundelay<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Enthralled with a stronger + bar</span><br> + That Fate weaves on, through a dull decay<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like that of the old + guitar!</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0156.jpg" width="375" height="485" alt="Boy playing a guitar" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0157.jpg" width="321" height="350" alt="Man smoking a pipe" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='JOHN_MCKEEN'></a> + + <h3>JOHN McKEEN</h3><br> + John McKeen, in his rusty dress,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>His loosened collar, and + swarthy throat;</span><br> + His face unshaven, and none the less,<br> + His hearty laugh and his wholesomeness,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the wealth of a workman's + vote!</span><br> + <br> + Bring him, O Memory, here once more,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And tilt him back in his + Windsor chair</span><br> + By the kitchen-stove, when the day is o'er<br> + And the light of the hearth is across the floor,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the crickets + everywhere!</span><br> + <br> + And let their voices be gladly blent<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With a watery jingle of pans + and spoons,</span><br> + And a motherly chirrup of sweet content,<br> + And neighborly gossip and merriment,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And old-time + fiddle-tunes!</span><br> + <br> + Tick the clock with a wooden sound,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And fill the hearing with + childish glee</span><br> + Of rhyming riddle, or story found<br> + In the Robinson Crusoe, leather-bound<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Old book of the + Used-to-be!</span><br> + <br> + John McKeen of the Past! Ah, John,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To have grown ambitious in + worldly ways!—</span><br> + To have rolled your shirt-sleeves down, to don<br> + A broadcloth suit, and, forgetful, gone<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Out on election + days!</span><br> + <br> + John, ah, John! did it prove your worth<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To yield you the office you + still maintain?</span><br> + To fill your pockets, but leave the dearth<br> + Of all the happier things on earth<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To the hunger of heart and + brain?</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0160.jpg" width="360" height="483" alt="Man gardening" title="" /> + </center><br> + Under the dusk of your villa trees,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Edging the drives where your + blooded span</span><br> + Paw the pebbles and wait your ease,—<br> + Where are the children about your knees,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the mirth, and the happy + man?</span><br> + <br> + The blinds of your mansion are battened to;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Your faded wife is a close + recluse;</span><br> + And your "finished" daughters will doubtless do<br> + Dutifully all that is willed of you,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And marry as you shall + choose!—</span><br> + <br> + But O for the old-home voices, blent<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With the watery jingle of pans + and spoons,</span><br> + And the motherly chirrup of glad content,<br> + And neighborly gossip and merriment,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the old-time + fiddle-tunes!</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0161.jpg" width="350" height="147" alt="Plates and spoon" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0162.jpg" width="350" height="255" alt="Child shepherd and animals" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='THROUGH_SLEEPY-LAND'></a> + + <h3>THROUGH SLEEPY-LAND</h3><br> + Where do you go when you go to sleep,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Little Boy! Little Boy! + where?</span><br> + 'Way—'way in where's Little Bo-Peep,<br> + And Little Boy Blue, and the Cows and Sheep<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A-wandering 'way in + there;—in there—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>A-wandering 'way in + there!</span><br> + <br> + And what do you see when lost in dreams,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Little Boy, 'way in + there?</span><br> + Firefly-glimmers and glowworm-gleams,<br> + And silvery, low, slow-sliding streams,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And mermaids, smiling + out—'way in where</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>They're a-hiding—'way in + there!</span><br> + <br> + Where do you go when the Fairies call,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Little Boy! Little Boy! + where?</span><br> + Wade through the clews of the grasses tall,<br> + Hearing the weir and the waterfall<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And the Wee Folk—'way in + there—in there—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the Kelpies—'way in + there!</span><br> + <br> + And what do you do when you wake at dawn,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Little Boy! Little Boy! + what?</span><br> + Hug my Mommy and kiss her on<br> + Her smiling eyelids, sweet and wan,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And tell her everything I've + forgot</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>About, a-wandering 'way in + there—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Through the blind-world 'way in + there!</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0163.jpg" width="350" height="261" alt="Sleepy girl" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='THEM_OLD_CHEERY_WORDS'></a> + + <h3>"THEM OLD CHEERY WORDS"</h3><br> + Pap he allus ust to say,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Chris'mus comes but onc't a + year!"</span><br> + Liked to hear him that-a-way,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In his old split-bottomed + cheer</span><br> + By the fireplace here at night—<br> + Wood all in,—and room all bright,<br> + Warm and snug, and folks all here:<br> + "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <br> + Me and 'Lize, and Warr'n and Jess<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And Eldory home fer + two</span><br> + Weeks' vacation; and, I guess,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Old folks tickled through and + through,</span><br> + Same as <i>we</i> was,—"Home onc't more<br> + Fer another Chris'mus—shore!"<br> + Pap 'u'd say, and tilt his cheer,—<br> + "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <br> + Mostly Pap was ap' to be<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Ser'ous in his "daily + walk,"</span><br> + As he called it; giner'ly<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Was no hand to joke er + talk.</span><br> + Fac's is, Pap had never be'n<br> + Rugged-like at all—and then<br> + Three years in the army had<br> + Hepped to break him purty bad.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0166.jpg" width="338" height="479" alt="Man and children in woods" title="" /> + </center><br> + Never <i>flinched</i>! but frost and snow<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Hurt his wownd in winter. + But</span><br> + You bet <i>Mother</i> knowed it, though!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Watched his feet, and made him putt</span><br> + On his flannen; and his knee,<br> + Where it never healed up, he<br> + Claimed was "well now—mighty near—<br> + Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <br> + "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Pap 'u'd say, and snap his eyes + ...</span><br> + Row o' apples sputter'n' here<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Round the hearth, and me and + 'Lize</span><br> + Crackin' hicker'-nuts; and Warr'n<br> + And Eldory parchin' corn;<br> + And whole raft o' young folks here.<br> + "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <br> + Mother tuk most comfort in<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Jest a-heppin' Pap: She'd + fill</span><br> + His pipe fer him, er his tin<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O' hard cider; er set + still</span><br> + And read fer him out the pile<br> + O' newspapers putt on file<br> + Whilse he was with Sherman—(She<br> + Knowed the whole war-history!)<br> + <br> + Sometimes he'd git het up some.—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Boys," he'd say, "and you + girls, too,</span><br> + Chris'mus is about to come;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>So, as you've a right to + do,</span><br> + <i>Celebrate</i> it! Lots has died,<br> + Same as Him they crucified,<br> + That you might be happy here.<br> + Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <br> + Missed his voice last Chris'mus—missed<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Them old cheery words, you + know.</span><br> + Mother belt up tel she kissed<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>All of us—then had to + go</span><br> + And break down! And I laughs: "Here!<br> + 'Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + "Them's his very words," sobbed she,<br> + "When he asked to marry me."<br> + <br> + "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Chris'mus comes but onc't a + year!"</span><br> + Over, over, still I hear,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>"Chris'mus comes but onc't a + year!"</span><br> + Yit, like him, I'm goin' to smile<br> + And keep cheerful all the while:<br> + <i>Allus</i> Chris'mus <i>There</i>—And here<br> + "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"<br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0169.jpg" width="111" height="350" alt="Hat and coat hanging on wall" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='TO_THE_JUDGE'></a> + + <h3>TO THE JUDGE</h3><br> + <i>A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township</i><br> + <br> + Friend of my earliest youth,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't you arrange to come + down</span><br> + And visit a fellow out here in the woods—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Out of the dust of the + town?</span><br> + Can't you forget you're a Judge<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And put by your dolorous + frown</span><br> + And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't you arrange to come + down?</span><br> + <br> + Can't you forget for a while<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The arguments prosy and + drear,—</span><br> + To lean at full-length in indefinite rest<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In the lap of the greenery + here?</span><br> + Can't you kick over "the Bench,"<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And "husk" yourself out of your + gown</span><br> + To dangle your legs where the fishing is good—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't you arrange to come + down?</span><br> + <br> + Bah! for your office of State!<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And bah! for its technical + lore!</span><br> + What does our President, high in his chair,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>But wish himself low as + before!</span><br> + Pick between peasant and king,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Poke your bald head through a + crown</span><br> + Or shadow it here with the laurels of Spring!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't you arrange to come + down?</span><br> + <br> + "Judge it" out <i>here</i>, if you will,—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The birds are in session by + dawn;</span><br> + You can draw, not <i>complaints</i>, but a sketch of the + hill<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And a breath that your betters + have drawn;</span><br> + You can open your heart, like a case,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To a jury of kine, white and + brown,</span><br> + And their verdict of "Moo" will just satisfy you!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't you arrange to come + down?</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0172.jpg" width="345" height="481" alt="Man greeting another man" title="" /> + </center><br> + Can't you arrange it, old Pard?—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Pigeonhole Blackstone and + Kent!—</span><br> + Here we have "Breitmann," and Ward,<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Twain, Burdette, Nye, and + content!</span><br> + Can't you forget you're a Judge<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And put by your dolorous + frown</span><br> + And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Can't you arrange to come + down?</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0173.jpg" width="350" height="388" alt="Man fishing" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0174.jpg" width="325" height="350" alt="Two boys" title="" /> + </center><br> + <a name='OUR_BOYHOOD_HAUNTS'></a> + + <h3>OUR BOYHOOD HAUNTS</h3><br> + Ho! I'm going back to where<br> + We were youngsters.—Meet me there,<br> + Dear old barefoot chum, and we<br> + Will be as we used to be,—<br> + Lawless rangers up and down<br> + The old creek beyond the town—<br> + Little sunburnt gods at play,<br> + Just as in that far-away:—<br> + Water nymphs, all unafraid,<br> + Shall smile at us from the brink<br> + Of the old millrace and wade<br> + Tow'rd us as we kneeling drink<br> + At the spring our boyhood knew,<br> + Pure and clear as morning-dew:<br> + <br> + And, as we are rising there,<br> + Doubly dow'rd to hear and see,<br> + We shall thus be made aware<br> + Of an eerie piping, heard<br> + High above the happy bird<br> + In the hazel: And then we,<br> + Just across the creek, shall see<br> + (Hah! the goaty rascal!) Pan<br> + Hoof it o'er the sloping green,<br> + Mad with his own melody,<br> + Aye, and (bless the beasty man!)<br> + Stamping from the grassy soil<br> + Bruiséd scents of <i>fleur-de-lis</i>,<br> + Boneset, mint and pennyroyal.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0175.jpg" width="416" height="350" alt="Landscape" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='MY_DANCIN_DAYS_IS_OVER'></a> + + <h3>MY DANCIN'-DAYS IS OVER</h3><br> + What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath<br> + And ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most to death?—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Kindo' like that sweet-sick + feelin', in the long sweep of a swing,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The first you ever swung in, + with yer first sweet-heart, i jing!—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Yer first picnic—yer + first ice-cream—yer first o' <i>ever'thing</i></span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>'At happened 'fore yer + dancin'-days wuz over!</span><br> + <br> + I never understood it—and I s'pose I never + can,—<br> + But right in town here, yisterd'y, I heerd a pore blindman<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A-fiddlin' old "Gray + Eagle"—<i>And</i>-sir! I jes stopped my load</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>O' hay and listened at + him—yes, and watched the way he + "bow'd,"—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And back I went, plum forty + year', with boys and girls I knowed</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And loved, long 'fore my + dancin'-days wuz over!—</span><br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0178.jpg" width="367" height="485" alt="Man playing a fiddle near a horse-drawn wagon" title="" /> + </center><br> + At high noon in yer city,—with yer blame + Magnetic-Cars<br> + A-hummin' and a-screetchin' past—and bands and + G.A.R.'s<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>A-marchin'—and + fire-ingines.—<i>All</i> the noise, the whole street + through,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Wuz lost on me!—I only + heerd a whipperwill er two,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>It 'peared-like, kindo' callin' + 'crost the darkness and the dew,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Them nights afore my + dancin'-days wuz over.</span><br> + <br> + T'uz Chused'y-night at Wetherell's, er We'nsd'y-night at Strawn's,<br> + Er Fourth-o'-July-night at uther Tomps's house er John's!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With old Lew Church from Sugar + Crick, with that old fiddle he</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Had sawed clean through the + Army, from Atlanty to the sea—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And yit he'd fetched, her home + ag'in, so's he could play fer me</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>One't more afore my + dancin'-days wuz over!</span><br> + <br> + The woods 'at's all ben cut away wuz growin' same as then;<br> + The youngsters all wuz boys ag'in 'at's now all oldish men;<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And all the girls 'at + <i>then</i> wuz girls—I saw 'em, one and all,</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As <i>plain</i> as + then—the middle-sized, the short-and-fat, and + tall—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And, 'peared-like, I danced + "Tucker" fer 'em up and down the wall</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Jes like afore my dancin' days + wuz over!</span><br> + <br> + <hr style='width: 45%;'> + <br> + Yer <i>po</i>-leece they can holler "Say! <i>you</i>, Uncle! + drive ahead!—<br> + You can't use <i>all</i> the right-o'-way!"—fer that + wuz what they + said!—<br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>But, jes the same,—in + spite of all 'at you call "interprise</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And prog-gress of + <i>you</i>-folks Today," we're all of <i>fambly-ties</i>—</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>We're all got feelin's fittin' + fer the <i>tears</i> 'at's in our eyes</span><br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Er the <i>smiles</i> afore our + dancin'-days is over.</span><br> + <br> + <br> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <br> + <a name='HER_BEAUTIFUL_HANDS'></a> + + <h3>HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS</h3><br> + O your hands—they are strangely fair!<br> + Fair—for the jewels that sparkle there,—<br> + Fair—for the witchery of the spell<br> + That ivory keys alone can tell;<br> + But when their delicate touches rest<br> + Here in my own do I love them best,<br> + As I clasp with eager acquisitive spans<br> + My glorious treasure of beautiful hands!<br> + <br> + Marvelous—wonderful—beautiful hands!<br> + They can coax roses to bloom in the strands<br> + Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine.<br> + Under mysterious touches of thine,<br> + Into such knots as entangle the soul,<br> + And fetter the heart under such a control<br> + As only the strength of my love understands—<br> + My passionate love for your beautiful hands.<br> + <br> + As I remember the first fair touch<br> + Of those beautiful hands that I love so much,<br> + I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled,<br> + Kissing the glove that I found unfilled—<br> + When I met your gaze, and the queenly bow,<br> + As you said to me, laughingly, "Keep it now!"<br> + And dazed and alone in a dream I stand<br> + Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand.<br> + <br> + When first I loved, in the long ago,<br> + And held your hand as I told you so—<br> + Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss,<br> + And said "I could die for a hand like this!"<br> + Little I dreamed love's fulness yet<br> + Had to ripen when eyes were wet,<br> + And prayers were vain in their wild demands<br> + For one warm touch of your beautiful hands.<br> + <br> + Beautiful Hands! O Beautiful Hands!<br> + Could you reach out of the alien lands<br> + Where you are lingering, and give me, to-night,<br> + Only a touch—were it ever so light—<br> + My heart were soothed, and my weary brain<br> + Would lull itself into rest again;<br> + For there is no solace the world commands<br> + Like the caress of your beautiful hands.<br> + <br> + + <center> + <img src="images/illus0182.jpg" width="235" height="350" alt="Man walking in moonlight" title="" /> + </center><br> + <br> + <br> + <br> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Riley Songs of Home, by James Whitcomb Riley + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RILEY SONGS OF HOME *** + +***** This file should be named 16265-h.htm or 16265-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/2/6/16265/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Scott G. 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