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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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? Children's Rhymes <nttl Verses 25
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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? 26 Children's Bhijmes and Verses
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.
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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? Children's Rhymes and Verses 39
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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? Children's Rhymes and Verses 43
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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