No More Learning

The old shed and high garden paling
Along where the hop vine was trailing.
In the field the elderberry
And along the path the tall wild-cherry.
I remember the old garden gate,
There, for her we used to wait ;
And how we used to beg
To the barn to go and hunt the hen's tgg.
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The winding stream ; it seemed so new.
Along where the wild crab-apple grew,
And the old beehive.
And the dinner bell she rang at five.
The rose-bushes where we used to peek
And play hide-and-go-seek.
Aunt Peggie -- who always asked Him to guide
As she read the Bible with the candle at her side.
In the fence corners where we used to walk
And gather raspberries and fill the timothy stalk;
Her faithful dog, she called Rover,
How he ran with us in the field of clover.
When we watched the swarm of the bee
As they alighted on the limb of a large tree;
The noise we made, them to confuse.
For the bees she did not wish to lose.
She rode the old white horse all alone,
And went to the church we call the Stone.
Left a widow when a bride,
Left alone in the world so wide.
In sickness or sorrow, no matter where,
Dear Aunt Peggie was always there.
How loving and tender and mild,
To cheer and comfort she ahvavs smiled !
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For each one, love in her breast.
Many years she has gone to her haven of rest.
Of her life I love to tell.
Would that we could live half so well.
Father and Little Glen
In the meadow where they raked the hay,
And oh ! it was such a funny way ;
It went humpety, humpety bump,
And then a great big pile like a stum]).
First, to sow and then to reap,
And pile it up in a great big heap,
And then it *s hauled into a great mow
For winter feed for the sheep, horse and cow.
The Lawn Fete
It was held late in the afternoon
Of one sweet day in the month of June.
With Japanese lanterns in a neighboring lot.
Where gathered the aged, the youth and the tot.
Six ladies I was to take,
And those that did not bake,
For them, I was asked to call,
Some were very large and some very small.
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( )f my ro^cs I gave each a bouquet,
And all the party looked happy and very gay.
We walked and talked on our way
And enjoyed the beautiful summer daw
It was called the Rambler's Brigade,
For the new Methodist church we wished to aid.
Everything was cheery, bright and clean
Where we ate strawberries, cake and ice cream.
The Attic
Manx a story the attic has told,
\<> matter how old, how old.
With windows a foot square.
Without light and not a breath of air.
With the old wooden bed,
! wished it was iron instead;
The ceiling five feet high,
The head of the bed was very near by.
In one corner stood the old spinning-wheel,
In the other the old wooden reel,
And there were the feathers of the peacock's tail,
And the old fiddle that hung on the nail.
And the stand, eight by ten,
Large enough to hold the ink and pen ;
The looking-glass hung so high,
And was large enough to see one eye.
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The pictures that hung on the wall,
Some were large and some very small ;
Some were landscapes with snow.
But were not the best of Michelangelo.
Of the stories the attic has told
Some are very warm and some very cold.
And now, before the daily toil is begun.
I sit, this beautiful morn, and watch the rising sun.
Many a genius has burnt the midnight oil
Over some problems, have to toil.
It matters not where we study or why.
Just so ourselves we apply.
Rhymes of the Presidents
Note -- A newspaper clipping, excepting the last four lines.
First stands the lofty Washington,
That noble, ereat, immortal one.
The elder Adams next we see.
And Jefferson makes the number three.
Then Madison is fourth, you know.
The fifth on the list is Monroe.
The sixth and Adams comes again.
With Jackson seven in the train.
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Van Iiuren eight falls into line,
And Harrison makes the number nine.
The tenth is Tyler as we turn,
And Polk eleven as we learn.
The twelfth is Taylor in rotation,
Fillmore thirteenth in succession.
Fourteenth Pierce has been selected,
Buchanan fifteenth is elected.
As sixteenth Lincoln rules the nation,
As Johnston seventeenth fills his station.
The eighteenth then is Grant, you know,
And nineteenth Hayes from Ohio.
Then comes another liuckeye son,
Garfield, the loved and martyred one.
Whose term was filled by Arthur through,
When Cleveland comes as twenty-two.
Then Harrison as twenty-third.
When Cleveland again is heard.
As twenty-fifth McKinley great,
Who, too, shared the martyr's fate.
And though the deepest grief is felt,
We hail the gallant Roosevelt.
And now without fear of graft,
Comes the honorable William H. Taft.
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Snow Birds
The little snowbirds, how they sing ;
They don't care if we never have spring.
They will hop to the door
And ask for a crumb or more.
The crumbs that fall on the floor.
If you will just throw out of the door.
The birds you will feed without cost,
Out in the snow and frost.
The Busy Housewife
How busy, how busy we be,
Washing, ironing and cleaning to see ;
Not much time for pleasure or song,
But must think as we go along.
Monday the laundress is here ;
She does so many things queer.
The grocer-man orders to take,
And the starch she will make.
Tuesday she will iron until noon.
And sometimes goes home too soon.
The door-bell will ring,
Bundles and packages they '11 bring.
Wednesday will water flowers and many a chore,
And patch the clothes that are tore ;
And the stockings she will darn,
And sometimes run out of yarn.
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Thursday the day she will take
Something needy to make ;
When she gets ready to try on,
The day is almost gone.
Friday she will clean and dust,
For she feels that she must.
The week is now nearly gone
And the work is never done.
Saturday, pies and cakes to make,
And good home-made bread to bake.
Now her work is not all done,
Before another week has begun.
Sunday, much the best,
God gave to His children for rest.
Ask His blessings through the week,
Then let us holy the Sabbath keep.
The Sweet Pea and the Bee
The beautiful bed of sweet peas
In the warm sunny days are covered with bees
The honey they suck and store away
In remembrance of the wintry cold dav.
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The bee, it has to work and save ;
It hardly seems right to make it our slave.
For in the honey so sweet
The bees and flowers we love to greet.
The beautiful sweet peas hid the old post,
The late passer-by might think it a ghost ;
But in the morn, all covered with dew,
Will give it the glorious red, white and blue.
McKinley and the Carnation
William McKinley, the noble President of our land,
For every one a word, a smile, a shake of the hand ;
By an assassin's hand he was laid low
And passed the way we must all go.
January twenty-ninth, his birthday,
Please wear the carnation, remember in this way ;
For the carnation, in life, he loved to wear.
Kindly wear the flower and show that we care.
To the youth of the land --
Reverence for the home and golden band.
A noble example he taught.
In the wars of the nation he fought.
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McKinley, how he loved his home ;
To his wife and nation, like him, there is none.
He has gone to his God with many scores
And his loved ones he has met on the other shores.
A Vacation
For a few days' rest I chose a farm,
Where I could be alone and listen to no yarn,
From work and worry and tribulation
With myself and nature for a few hours of medi-
tation.
Away from the city with its noise and dust,
Among the quiet country folks whom one can trust,
From fashion and flurry where they wear their best,
Far out in the beautiful country where I can rest.
To watch the harvesters their wheat to reap,
And gaze from a distant hill over some silent grave
the willows weep,
And think of the long, long past
And know a few hours' quietness had come at last.
The green pasture fields where ewe and lamb graze,
For all the beauty may heaven have praise !
The earth, how they plow and harrow,
As I watch the making of the nest of the wild
sparrow.
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And listen to the tapping of the woodpeck ;
How diligently ; for something to eat it does expect.
This was along the path where grew the buttercup,
And there was the wild bee its honey to sup.
Away in the woods and wheat-fields and corn,
Reminds me of the old home where I was born ;
Where I can listen to the singing of the bird and
the cackle of the hen,
That a few verses I may pen.
The Wild Rose
In the fence corners of the meadow way
I gathered the wild rose one June day.
How beautiful and fair.
I wondered how alone it grew
And only by chance revealed to view.
Its delicate tint of pink,
With heart of gold,
With richest perfume sweetly unfold,
Mingled with the fragrance of the sweet clover hay,
As I gathered the wild rose that June day.
W T hen plucked from its hiding place.
By hands so pitiless,
It sometimes dies and withers its face.
Then come sweet memories of the old home
And how in childhood we used to roam.
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A Porch Party in the Country
It was a late September day, the sky deep blue,
The air warm, with all nature so beautiful and true.
To a porch party and a day in the country we went.
Everybody happy and what a glorious time we spent.
It was the farm of Mr. Hunt;
Of fruit and good things he did not stint.
Out in the orchard of apple, plum and pear,
Where we roamed here and there.
Mrs. Smith, I am sure, was quite proud,
As she happily led the merry crowd.
Next comes Mrs. McFarland ;
She wore a hat which was a perfect garland.
Mrs. Gillingham, you ought her to behold ;
Her arms filled with fruit all yellow as gold.
Mrs. DeLany broke a limb and hung on her arm,
Then asked Mr. Hunt if she had done any harm.
We returned to the house, it was time to serve lunch,
Where we ate the cake and drank the punch.
Mrs. Yauliey -- she refused a plate;
I think because so many plums she ate.
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Mrs. Higgie, who is so very small,
Passed through the crowd selling tickets for a game
of baseball.
Mrs. Mutton, who resides on Forest Hill,
With little Maybell, who never is still.
I met little Mrs. Hiatt;
I wish you knew her, she is not very quiet.
We must not miss Mrs. Vond ;
They say of some people she is very fond.
Reverend Stroup was not there ;
I suspect he did not have the fare.
Mrs. Adicot, in their buggy, tried to take a load,
And was caught in the middle of the road.
Coming home, Mrs. Borges walked a mile to save
a nickel,
And missed the car and was in a dreadful pickle.
With basket filled, Mrs. Carlyle
Had to stand in the car aisle.
All, with handsome Mrs. Leet,
Thanked our hostess, for it was a great treat.
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The Most Beautiful Spot
I shall never forget one morning in fnne,
As I wandered through the woods and evergreen;
The winding brook, that clear flowing stream,
With nature'^ beauties and wonderful scenes.
The birds of every tune,
As the_\' sing morning, night and noon.
The lark as it soars the cloudless sky.
And of the squirrel as it flits near by.
The little rabbit, how it will take fright,
When of yon it gets a sight.
At eve, how beautiful, quiet and still.
Far away in the distant tree-top the song of the
whippoorwill.
In the dark shade, just a ray of sunlight,
I sit and listen to the ever happy bob-white.
And the rippling brook where the clear waters flow,
Where the watercress and the tiger lilies grow.
The golden wheat, and the bine grass
Along the lane, many times do I pass.
The dew drops the flowers to wet,
Oh, of this beautiful spot I shall never forget.
Xote -- Written on the Howard Harris farm, near Salem,
Columbiana County, Ohio, June 28, 1908.
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Cold November Day
The cold November, so dark, so dreary ;
It snows and sleets, it never seems weary.
The vine with its leaves all dead,
Along the frosty ground will spread.
But in the old vine comes the new.
For cold November days are very few.
We must not grumble or pine,
For the clouds will pass and the sun will shine.
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Christian Duty
A Christian spirit dwelleth in love.
Strong, with the lion's vigor, and pitying as a dove.
It is not enough that we, with sorrow, sigh
That they must plead before we reply,
That we in sympathy feel
Who hear a sorrow without a wish to heal.
And those who suffer with pain or woe
But that the Christian loves to go.
Will not be asked nor made to plead,
But seeks her duty, may prevent the need.
Our Christian duty at all times apply
And give relief to the poor and sick, those who die.
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Pity the Poor
A poor woman came to my door, weary and worn.
Her garments all tattered and torn.
As I looked into her pale thin face
I could see once beauty and grace.
" I am selling some articles of ware. "
To refuse her I could not dare.
I could see at one glance
She could help herself if I gave her a chance.
Oft a lesson we may learn.
To judge not, neither to spurn.
May we help and pity those that come to our door,
For we know not the trials of the poor.
Each one has some burden to bear,
It may be those we think have no care.
It may be in the mansion, riches untold,
They may have burdens they cannot unfold.
May we be patient our own burdens to bear,
For no matter when or where,
Burdens will come, light or small,
For they will surely come to us all.
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With coffers filled with silver and gold,
Or in yonder hovel, a brother, a sister -- hungry
and cold.
Or a mother, weary of tread,
And battling to buy her children bread.
I said, "Is not your load heavy of weight? "
For she traveled with a slow gait.
She said, with a smile, " I asked the Lord to make
it light.
For 1 am feeble and poor of sight. "
With many it is a world of worry and toil,
While others their hands do not soil.
I low hard some work and try to please,
While others have all the comforts and ease.
Rainy Christmas Eve
The Christmas presents came to the door,
While the rain it did pour ;
We told them we did know
In the morning there would be snow.
Many a Christmas I have seen ;
They say this will be green.
Rut I was right,
For in the morning it was white.
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Nellie and Her Doll
Xellie's dolly with her big blue eyes.
Oh, why is it that mamma's dolly so cries ;
Dollies are always good
If you don't give them too much food.
I tried to feed dolly milk, and, look here,
It ran down clear into her ear.
Then I tried to give her some bread,
And then her eyes rolled up into her head.
Now, Dolly, you sit and look out the door.
But the wind blew her down on the floor ;
My, oh my, Dolly, you must not take cold.
You must keep wrapped up and do as you 're told.
Now, Dolly, with your dear blue eyes,
You must look up at the cloudy skies.
But you must not go out of the door,
For it may rain and pour.
Little Dolly, you must do as you 're told.
Then your little mamma will never have to scold,
But sometimes dollies don't do
What their little mammas want them to.
The dear little yellow curls
Sometimes get into snarls.
And then mamma has a great time,
And the little head is not combed until nine.
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It 's always best to do as mammas say,
And then we arc always so happy and gay.
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.