No More Learning

When eight you must go upstairs
To bed and say you,- prayers.
Now, little Dolly, look at the moon,
For you must go to bed very soon,
And you must not cry in the night
1 1 your little mamma is not in sight.
For she, too. is going to sleep.
And not one word you must peep,
For mamma needs her rest,
Like all mammas, they know what is best.
Good night, with a kiss, Dolly dear,
In the morning I will be right here,
And out in the yard and warm sun,
Won't we have lots of fun?
In Memory of a Sister
She applied herself to the mightiest test,
But to give her all the honors
They did not think best.
She toiled over her pictures;
She labored by night and by day.
All blind to her talents, we had nothing to say.
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She lived, loved and suffered,
She passed through the valley of grief,
And in her labor was her only relief.
Her lover, who sickened and died,
The whole world was dreary and cold,
And only in her art she applied.
Then only one short year
She toiled and tried to forget her grief.
She, too, was carried away in a bier.
But God in His wisdom knows best.
And then the gifted one
Was laid awav to rest.
How to Live
Let each one so live
That an account he will not fear to give,
And show our Christian cast,
And live each dav as it were the last.
Memories of Childhood
I wandered along the beautiful winding path.
It brought me back many, many years ;
The fresh green fields, the wheat and corn,
And the little old house where I was born.
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The cowslip and bluebell by the way,
The sweet perfume of the new-mown hay.
It was eve time when toils all cease,
And the birds' good-night song seemed to say, peace,
sweet peace.
The buttercup and wild daisies, I am fond,
As they grow around the old frog pond.
I was happy to be alone
To think of childhood and the old home.
The little old log house.
As it stood in the shadow of the wild-cherry tree,
Where were the singing of the birds
And the humming of the honey-bee.
The familiar scenes I remember so well,
And the sound of the distant cow-bell.
The woodland with its evergreen,
And the dear old place I remember I had seen.
The old orchard of apple-trees,
Where suck the honey-bees ;
With nature all crowned with beauty and bloom,
All happiness without shadow or gloom.
The beautiful setting sun
Had cast its rays on the western horizon.
The sweet solitude without one sound,
Surely heaven's sweetest blessing I had found.
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How blessed sometimes to be alone
With Jesus, our friend, hope of heaven, our home.
Heaven in its beauties and joy if nothing more
Than sweet childhood o'er and o'er.
Little Ruth Kohler
Little Ruth, who lives next door,
Runs and plays, yet her dress she never tore ;
She is so dainty and sweet,
Her father, brothers and sisters she always runs
to meet.
How she will play and swing,
And is just as busy with everything.
Of the flowers she is so fond ;
She is just like a fresh lily in the pond.
Her litfle pink dress so quaint.
Always so clean, without one taint.
The flowers she will pluck with care ;
She is so happy when out in the air.
She is the baby of them all.
Although six years, not very tall ;
And how we all love little Ruth,
For, that she is sweet, we all know is the truth.
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Sleep
Sleep, sleep, sweet sleep.
As we humbly bow and ask our every care to keep,
Through the calm quiet night.
Though our spirit might take its flight.
Sleep, sleep, sweet sleep,
As we lay our tired bodies to rest.
And say our good-night prayers
With folded arms on our breast.
Prayer for a Christian Worker
May God bless, and him to us spare.
To save sinners everywhere.
And pray with an earnest heart
That with God's people he will never part.
And may God grant him man}' years
To comfort many in their bitter tears.
How happy is the day
When we have found Jesus on the way.
The blessed Savior whose message he has given
To comfort the weary on their way to heaven ;
May each and every heart
Heed his message before we part.
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As he labors from place to place,
Dear Father give him grace ;
And if burdens he has to bear.
While I breathe a silent prayer.
As he tells his story o'er and o'er,
May it bound from shore to shore.
In his message blessings I have found ;
In glory, may he, with many stars be crowned.
Catching a Train
To the depot in the rain we went,
In the street car so much time we spent ;
Alighting, we walked, for it was nine,
And we found we were short of time.
Elva, for the train did not wait,
But her auntie she kissed at the gate ;
Her baggage they stopped to weigh,
And the forty cents they compelled her to pay.
While on her journey she bore,
It stormed and the rain it did pour,
Until at the end of her journey she told
Her experience, so funny, to her fold.
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A Merry Christmas to Jack
To Jack a merry, merry Christmas day.
And hope pleasures will always by you stay ;
And when you get to your home above.
There will be nothing - there but perfect love.
To Jack a merry, merry Christmas week ;
Of you we so kindly speak.
We love to listen to you play,
Whom God has gifted in that way.
To Jack a happy, happy New Near;
It is a pleasure to have you here.
We want to keep you as a friend,
That always some sweet message we can send.
To the Memory of Mrs. McKinley
As she lay on her death-bed,
And listened to Tosti's " Good-bye, good-bye,"
All hope from her friends had fled --
" Let me go to my precious," she said.
Who was numbered with the dead.
Falling leaves and fading tree,
Lines of white and sullen sea,
Oh, listen, oh, listen to me.
And take me away to live with thee.
The shadows are darkening o'er me now,
As my friends o'er me bow ;
Swallows are making ready to fly,
Wheeling* out o'er the sundry sky.
Good-bye, sweet summer, good-bye.
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Hush, a voice from far away.
Listen and learn, it seems to say,
I will be with you always to stay.
All the tomorrows will be as today.
The cord is frayed and the cruse is dry,
The link must break and the lamp must die,
Good-bye, with hope, good-bye.
Oh, why are we waiting"? Oh, my heart,
Kiss me on my brow, friends, and we part.
We must not wait, you and I.
A pleading look, a stifled cry,
Good-bye forever, good-bye forever, good-bye.
She passed away --
To Him who gave, with Him to stay.
Melba, you sang her to sleep.
May. this in your memory keep.
You sang her to sleep, to sleep o'er the mystic deep.
You sang her to sleep, you sang her to sleep.
Note -- Tosti's Forever Good-bye, sung by Melba through
a phonograph as Mrs. McKinley was passing away, and
described by one who was present.
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Andrew Carnegie
Andrew Carnegie, the Pittsburg financier,
Everybody happy when he is here ;
Good-hearted and jovial, a Christian at heart,
But in no one church does he take a part.
Libraries he has given : such a great deed,
Gives the poor the opportunity to read.
There are scores and scores that could not go
To their home library, as you know.
Andrew Carnegie, of Scotch descent,
Came to America without a cent;
He found work and went about it with a will,
For Andrew Carnegie could never be still.
His last birthday he was sixty-eight,
Where in New York so many ate.
We hope many years he will live and enjoy;
We think it a pity he never had a boy.
The Campaign
It may be William Bryan some want to elect,
But to have our pockets full of money we cannot
expect ;
He is a great orator, they say,
But the Democrats are just that way.
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Some want to elect William H. Taft ;
We will have an administration without graft.
Then we will have our pockets full of chink,
And that is the way the Republicans think.
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, after the trust,
A clean administration, or bust.
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, won't you run again?
For your administration was without stain.
The Stray Cat
The old stray cat ;
Feed it, you can do that;
It was given for some use,
Then why abuse.
The old cat, how it did howl ;
The dog, how he did growl,
And ran the cat in the house
And frightened away a poor little mouse
Vice-President Fairbanks
Vice-President Fairbanks
Belongs in the Republican ranks,
And if he gets there,
It will be on the square.
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The Republicans can hardly dare
To elect another man out there.
Another man they may hail
On account of that cocktail.
He hails from Indiana
And never slipped on a banana,
But he had better have stepped on a rusty nail
Than to have served that cocktail.
Frost on the Windows
The beautiful window of frost,
No chiseling or carving at any man's cost.
The beautiful shades of silver, purple and red
I behold as I lay gazing from my bed.
ow
The beautiful frost on the window,
With the sun's light; what a lovely gl
I think I see trees, water and lands
That were not made by human hands.
As I looked on the frost and morning glitter,
I heard the little snowbirds' twitter.
Now the shade I will draw,
Then the frost on the window may thaw.
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Morning-glory
The beautiful morning-glory,
It has grown almost to the second story.
With the shades, red, white and blue,
All the colors to please you.
The beautiful morning-glory vine,
Up the cord it does twine.
For the window it makes a sweet shade,
But of the sun it seems to be afraid.
The beautiful morning-glory twined
Up above the window blind,
And of the hot sun it got a peep
And it closed its eyes and went to sleep.
A Rose
The beautiful red rose,
How naturally it goes to my nose.
The color, the most beautiful I ever have seen.
I will go to sleep, of the rose I will dream.
The beautiful rose of red.
How sweet it looks from my bed.
The beautiful rose in my room,
I hope it will help make me well soon.
Everybody, you know.
Loves blossoms of beautiful glow.
The sweet perfume I smell,
T think will soon make me well.
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I Remember
I remember, I remember.
The little old house where I was born ;
The twelve-paned window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn.
It never came to me too soon,
Nor brought a day too long to play,
And oft wished the night
Was turned into day.
I remember, I remember,
The rose by the garden wall,
And oft I would climb and fall,
And oft I would wish
I could climb the lilac bush ;
And the old-fashioned hollyhock,
And the places we used to laugh and talk.
I remember, I remember,
The old porch and hop vine,
Where oft we used to dine,
And the pound sweet-apple tree,
As it stood near the hive of the bee,
And in front of the kitchen door
Where they came bouncing on the floor.
I remember, I remember,
The beautiful rippling brook ;
About it the many pleasures we took,
And oft we stood on the old stone bridge
And looked o'er the beautiful green ridge.
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And the butternut tree
Which brother and I planted
Thirty-eight years or more, you see.
I remember, I remember,
The old grape vine,
And the cherries of every kind,
And the garden walks
And old-fashioned flower
Where we played by the hour,
The elder bloom and wild cucumber tree,
And the strange red pod I oft did see.
I remember, I remember,
The great red barn,
And my dear, white-capped
Grandmother, as she spun the yarn ;
Of the spring-house I love to think,
And of the spring's pure water I used to drink ;
The watering trough under the hill,
Everything so peaceful, quiet and still.
I remember, I remember,
The proud peacock with its tail spread,
And the barnyard where the turkey gobbler tread,
And the spotted horses : we had a team,
How gay ! a perfect dream.
The apple and plum so sweet,
And of them I used to eat.
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I remember, I remember,
The winding path in the wood, so long,
Where many birds sang their sweet song,
And the chestnuts large and brown
That we gathered on the ground;
The beautiful Allegheny hills,
And the river with its rowboats and its mills.
Were it not in vain,
I would wish to be a child there again.
Family Verses
Note -- These verses were written on Christmas cards to
each member of a family, December 25, 1907.
Elizabeth Priscilla, dear,
This is all I have for you this year.
I hope you will accept this little token,
That our sisterly love will never be broken.
Dear brother, our drives o'er the lofty hills,
Along the highway and beautiful rills ;
On the way the nuts we gather,
In the beautiful autumn scenes and pleasant weather.
Walter, who wants to roam,
And see something more than his home.
Away he will go, to the far west,
Where he will do his level best.
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Paul, berries to pick, he did go ;
Did he like it? Oh no, oh no;
But to his book he will take,
When he comes home he will eat the cake.
To the little girl whose name I have forgotten,
You must not forget to hang up your stocking
Big and long, so it will be full
Of nuts, candy and taffy you need n't pull.
Samuel, who is six years old,
Like Samuel in the Bible, came into the fold.
In the night hear God's voice,
All along life's pathway in Him rejoice.
Robert, you little dear,
How I would love to have you here ;
But with your mamma you must stay.
For that is the natural way.
For the little boy that could not walk,
But I suppose he now can talk.
He is never ready for bed,
But wants a ride on his sled.
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To the Author
That you were a poet,
We did not comprehend,
Until we read your verses
Through, from end to end.
When we had read them over
We were merry and full of glee,
For we saw what a great poet
You had gotten to be.
Note-- Written by Paul Woodcock, New Lexington.
Ohio, January 2 1908.
Holiday Shopping
After the holidays we went down town,
And in the rain we walked around.
Our friends we would hail,
All bent on watching: the sale.
Then from store to store.
Looking for something more.
It was hard our money to keep,
When everything went so cheap.
Don
Don, we sent you a lilac white ;
We hope it will give you delight.
Give it water to drink,
And of your friends may you think.
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We hope you will soon be well,
How sorry we are we cannot tell.
We gave to you flowers, Don, dear,
Just to brighten and you cheer.
Your friends on Brightwood
Hope it will do you good ;
And if there is anything we can do,
Please let us know, won't you?
The City of the Dead
Walking through the city of the dead,
At each grave I ponder in deep thought, but not
of dread.
Not a sound to disturb their quiet sleep
But the rustling of a leaf and the chirping of a bird,
the solemnity deep.
Here, a verse to some departed one,
With hand pointing to heaven, they have gone.
Here is one bowing in silent prayer,
It may be she wishes she were there.
Some with grand monuments high,
Many without, very close by,
And some, not even a flower, nor care,
When others have so many to spare.
Of the many that we have laid to rest,
We hope they have lived their best.
Let us each lay a flower on the grave
Of those we have helped or tried to save.
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Jack Will Sing
J n New York in "The Merry Widow" Jack will
sing;
We hope for jack it is just the thing.
We know his talent he will show.
Yet we are sorry to see Jack g'o.
In the "Merry Widow" in New York,
May his troubles be as light as a cork.
We hope everything will go his way,
And that he with the "Merry Widow" will stay.
We hope that he will make him a name
In the world of fame.
We will he lonely without Jack,
But we trust he will often come back.
Roses in the Garden
Rose bushes, six in all,
They grow so very tall ;
The colors are red and white and pink,
The most beautiful you could ever think.
They grow 7 and bloom with little care,
Yet they are so very rare ;
We pluck them for some friend,
And to some sick one sometimes we send.
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They make a beautiful show.
Just as good as Gasser can grow.
What a lovely, bright bouquet,
How I wish they would always stay
Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining
Back of every dark cloud
There is sure to be a silver lining.
Oft our eyes are wet with tears,
If we ask in faith God will calm our fears.
May each victory make us strong.
To battle with the world and its wrong;
For each one has work to do ;
May God's love and grace renew.
Sometimes clouds of darkest hue
Change to skies of clearest blue.
May we think of others who have more to endure,
Who have not found the love of yore.
May we others help and cheer
Who have not found God's promise here.
Oft the darkest hour is just before day.
Let us in righteousness walk in His way.
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The Back Yard
( Hit in the back yard,
Showing Elva the velvet I had,
With knife in my hand
To pare the potatoes in the pan.
Who was there but Jack,
With his old kodak.
And before we knew
He had a picture of us two.
Tt was in the morn.
And my dress was all torn,
lint Jack, he did not care,
For he was having' fun out there.
But what need Jack care,
How looked our dresses or hair?
I knew the velvet was clean.
For I had washed it in gasoline.
Autumn
We '11 gather the apples red,
The corn shock its ear will shed,
The squirrel gather its store of nuts in the tree.
This same lesson we learn from the bee.
And there 's the yellow pumpkin on the vine,
In the winter on its good pies we '11 dine.
In the early spring we turned the sod,
And now the peas we '11 pick from the pod.
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Our cellars we '11 pack,
The stock we '11 feed from the hay stack.
When the clover seed is in our barns
Perhaps we '11 have time to listen to some yarn:
The buckwheat we '11 thresh with a rlail ;
Our coats we '11 hang on some nail.
Our bins we '11 make a little wider,
And into barrels we '11 put our apple cider.
The forests laden with crimson and gold,
Autumn's richest colors to unfold.
The sunset mellow, with its blue and gray.
And many autumn scenes we wish would stay.
My Baby
God has plucked my floweret gay ;
He has gathered many on the way.
The dear blue eyes always smiled ;
He was my baby, yes, my child.
God has plucked my choicest flower,
And many others, by the hour.
Then, when with the angels he smiled.
He was my baby, yes, my child.
With tears, I, his mother.
In a distant home without friend or brother,
But now, thank God, I have smiled,
Because he was my baby, yes, my child.
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Lambs of the Fold
Sitting in the shade of the old apple-tree,
In the old rocking-chair,
Gazing o'er the beautiful country
And drinking its sweet balmy air.
The rlock of sheep grazed away,
Just beside the field of new-mown hay ;
The mother sheep would seem to say:
My dear little lambs, away you must not straw
For fear of some enemy, a wolf at your heel,
Make you think he's a friend; to him appeal.
Like Satan, he will follow by the hour.
That you, at last, he may devour.
Little children, like lambs of the fold,
To your parents listen, and do as you are told,
For you may fall into some sin or snare ;
Let little children listen, and beware.
A Daily Prayer
Without a shadow of a doubt each day,
Oh God, teach me how to pray,
And may our asking be of such
That Thou wilt bless us, bless us much
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