In the "Merry Widow" in New York,
May his troubles be as light as a cork.
May his troubles be as light as a cork.
Childrens - Children's Rhymes and Verses
Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl.
handle.
net/2027/loc.
ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www.
hathitrust.
org/access_use#pd
? SS Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 40 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Bhymes and Verses 41
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 42 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 44 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 45
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 46 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 47
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 48 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes a ml Verses 49
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 50 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 51
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 52 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 53
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
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 54 Children's Rhymes and Verses
If our stay be long or short,
May we for a moment doubt Thee not,
And our love to Thee we give,
At last, take us with Thee to live.
When our work is here all o'er,
Take us to our friends on the other shore.
May God help us to live our best
That our lives may be a test.
May we our crosses bear with grace,
Everywhere and in every place.
And Thy presence in us abide
That from others we cannot hide.
A Nutting Party
A nutting party with Jim and Grace,
The team was gay and traveled at a good pace
We wished to get home while it was light,
For our pastor was to be installed that night.
In our party there were thirteen.
We counted the children in between.
Mr. Woodcock climbed the trees,
And the rest of us were busv as bees.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes ami Verses 55
Sister and I did not cross the fence,
For fear some farmer we might run against.
The chestnuts were not very plenty,
And our baskets were almost empty.
The nuts we did not steal.
But brought them home to peal.
( >ur lunch we did take.
Of good home-made bread, pies and cake.
A lire we built under a tree so lofty,
Where we boiled and drank our coffee.
From a tanner's wife we bought our cream,
Near the place we hitched our team.
Tlic table-cloth we spread
Over the leaves that were dead.
Elizabeth the meat cut up.
While Lulu scraped the butter from the cup.
Around the spread we sat.
Some on the ground, quite flat ;
Florence sat on my poor legs,
And in our hurry we forgot our eggs.
We had lots of little cucumbers pickled,
Over them the little folks were so tickled.
And who was with us there but Aunt Rene !
We all love her ; she could n't be mean.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 56 Children's Rliymes and Verses
Little Lida ate apples until she was full to the chin.
And drank out of her bright new tin.
Samuel sat on the front seat,
And was anxious to know when the horses would eat.
Little Robert lost his cap
Just before he took his nap.
And Edwin slept on his mother's knee
And was just as good as he could be.
Walter hitched the gray and the brown,
For he was in a hurry to get to town.
Then we were ready to return ;
We tramped out our fire, fearing the forest might
burn.
We spent a pleasant, enjoyable day,
And came home by another way.
We made a good calculation.
And were back in time for the installation.
The Beautiful Allegheny
Standing on the beautiful Allegheny hills.
Watching the glorious sunset and the old mills.
How silently and calmly the river's flow,
And its hills, bright with the autumn glow.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses $7
And I listen to the distant bell,
Calling people to church, of the Master to tell.
1 watch the river's gentle tide,
And think how on its bosom 1 used to ride.
And when in its violent rage
Would rival the lion in its cage;
When its banks would overflow,
O'er its swift currents we could not row.
Glen and I
I den wished me t< i g< i
With him to see the pasture field, you know.
Out along the lane between the wheat field and the
corn.
And by the old house where his grandma was born.
It has changed since that day ;
In it now are kept the reaper and implements to
make hay.
When we returned we fed the chicks and hen.
So the evening we spent, I and Glen.
Grumbling Husband
Grumbling Bill, when he does arise.
The sun is far up in the skies.
"Is the morning paper at the door? "
We ask; is there anything more?
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 58 Children's Rhymes and Verses
How he will growl
If he finds a wrinkle in the towel.
His breakfast is coffee, toast and egg;
Is there anything more, we beg?
In the street car he will get a seat,
Unfold his paper, stick out his feet ;
Over them someone will stumble and fall ;
He is the kind of a man that takes seat and all.
The Merry Widow Hat
The woman with a merry widow hat,
Oh, what do you think of that!
And with a poodle and chain,
Will women ever have sense again?
To have such headgear.
For many to laugh at and jeer;
And to have the little dog at her heel.
Of her, ashamed I really feel.
Cottage Prayer-meeting
It will give us good cheer
To have the prayer-meeting here.
It will help us to look aright,
As time takes its flight.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 59
The prayer-meeting Christmas week
May help us how to others speak.
We liken it to a journey of love
To our heavenly home above.
May the first prayer-meeting of the new year
Be the best we ever had here.
It will help us day by day
On our journey so far away.
The Board Fence
The old board fence
We '11 change when we get a chance.
The first warm day in spring
The whitewash brush someone will swing.
The old fence, we think, is just the thing,
But some of our neighbors their ax would swing.
We can go out and dry our hair,
And no one can see us back there.
The old board fence is five feet high,
The boys and girls can play and say I, I.
When we plant the peach and the grape,
We '11 have a screen and no one can gape.
? ?
? SS Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 40 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Bhymes and Verses 41
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 42 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 44 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 45
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 46 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 47
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 48 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes a ml Verses 49
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 50 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 51
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 52 Children's Rhymes and Verses
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.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 53
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
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 54 Children's Rhymes and Verses
If our stay be long or short,
May we for a moment doubt Thee not,
And our love to Thee we give,
At last, take us with Thee to live.
When our work is here all o'er,
Take us to our friends on the other shore.
May God help us to live our best
That our lives may be a test.
May we our crosses bear with grace,
Everywhere and in every place.
And Thy presence in us abide
That from others we cannot hide.
A Nutting Party
A nutting party with Jim and Grace,
The team was gay and traveled at a good pace
We wished to get home while it was light,
For our pastor was to be installed that night.
In our party there were thirteen.
We counted the children in between.
Mr. Woodcock climbed the trees,
And the rest of us were busv as bees.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes ami Verses 55
Sister and I did not cross the fence,
For fear some farmer we might run against.
The chestnuts were not very plenty,
And our baskets were almost empty.
The nuts we did not steal.
But brought them home to peal.
( >ur lunch we did take.
Of good home-made bread, pies and cake.
A lire we built under a tree so lofty,
Where we boiled and drank our coffee.
From a tanner's wife we bought our cream,
Near the place we hitched our team.
Tlic table-cloth we spread
Over the leaves that were dead.
Elizabeth the meat cut up.
While Lulu scraped the butter from the cup.
Around the spread we sat.
Some on the ground, quite flat ;
Florence sat on my poor legs,
And in our hurry we forgot our eggs.
We had lots of little cucumbers pickled,
Over them the little folks were so tickled.
And who was with us there but Aunt Rene !
We all love her ; she could n't be mean.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 56 Children's Rliymes and Verses
Little Lida ate apples until she was full to the chin.
And drank out of her bright new tin.
Samuel sat on the front seat,
And was anxious to know when the horses would eat.
Little Robert lost his cap
Just before he took his nap.
And Edwin slept on his mother's knee
And was just as good as he could be.
Walter hitched the gray and the brown,
For he was in a hurry to get to town.
Then we were ready to return ;
We tramped out our fire, fearing the forest might
burn.
We spent a pleasant, enjoyable day,
And came home by another way.
We made a good calculation.
And were back in time for the installation.
The Beautiful Allegheny
Standing on the beautiful Allegheny hills.
Watching the glorious sunset and the old mills.
How silently and calmly the river's flow,
And its hills, bright with the autumn glow.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses $7
And I listen to the distant bell,
Calling people to church, of the Master to tell.
1 watch the river's gentle tide,
And think how on its bosom 1 used to ride.
And when in its violent rage
Would rival the lion in its cage;
When its banks would overflow,
O'er its swift currents we could not row.
Glen and I
I den wished me t< i g< i
With him to see the pasture field, you know.
Out along the lane between the wheat field and the
corn.
And by the old house where his grandma was born.
It has changed since that day ;
In it now are kept the reaper and implements to
make hay.
When we returned we fed the chicks and hen.
So the evening we spent, I and Glen.
Grumbling Husband
Grumbling Bill, when he does arise.
The sun is far up in the skies.
"Is the morning paper at the door? "
We ask; is there anything more?
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 58 Children's Rhymes and Verses
How he will growl
If he finds a wrinkle in the towel.
His breakfast is coffee, toast and egg;
Is there anything more, we beg?
In the street car he will get a seat,
Unfold his paper, stick out his feet ;
Over them someone will stumble and fall ;
He is the kind of a man that takes seat and all.
The Merry Widow Hat
The woman with a merry widow hat,
Oh, what do you think of that!
And with a poodle and chain,
Will women ever have sense again?
To have such headgear.
For many to laugh at and jeer;
And to have the little dog at her heel.
Of her, ashamed I really feel.
Cottage Prayer-meeting
It will give us good cheer
To have the prayer-meeting here.
It will help us to look aright,
As time takes its flight.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:02 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 59
The prayer-meeting Christmas week
May help us how to others speak.
We liken it to a journey of love
To our heavenly home above.
May the first prayer-meeting of the new year
Be the best we ever had here.
It will help us day by day
On our journey so far away.
The Board Fence
The old board fence
We '11 change when we get a chance.
The first warm day in spring
The whitewash brush someone will swing.
The old fence, we think, is just the thing,
But some of our neighbors their ax would swing.
We can go out and dry our hair,
And no one can see us back there.
The old board fence is five feet high,
The boys and girls can play and say I, I.
When we plant the peach and the grape,
We '11 have a screen and no one can gape.
? ?
