Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1869-05-07
Selected Poetry.


In looking over our exchanges we
have clipped from time to time the fol-
lowing illusions, as shining examples Of
the rich sentiment and depth of feeling
which pervades q certain class of poetry
that the newspaper press have the honor
of handing down to an admiring pos,
terity.
| Here is one that its author calls a
Lyric of Low Life" 1t is well named,
for'it is certainly low enough. That the
poet may receive due credit, we will state
that HE cognomen is JIM:
1 met her by the seller dore,
The look she Civ was cold and sturn:
Her eyes looked pitchforks into mine,
And mine looked pison into hern.
For we had loved in daze gone by;
Her daddy said that might taker her;
But. alas for nv dreme of welded bliss
She had got up and got with Dutch shoemaker.
No more girls for me if 1 knows it,
NO more frauds my love TO dim;
In the words OF the poet. Not for Joseph.
And he might have added, mot for JIM"
Our next is a little waif that has been
wandering about for "A long time. 1t is
an exquisite gem, ripe in thought and
rich in expression.
"Oh tell m. where is fancy bredT'
She asked and getting holder,
She placed her little darling head
And chignon on my shoulder.
And l. with no more poetry in
NV soul than ina Quakers,
Replied. with an idiOtic grin.
You'll find it at the bakers"
MARX TWAIN ia said TO be responsible
for the following "short and sweet
poem, Having heard it remarked that
Marks market is now made We cheer
fully mark it down to his credit.
They sat upon the front door mat
Where softly shown the moon,
And listened to the music that
Came from beer saloon.
His manly arm did round her Irvine,
Their lips in kfso@ met:
And when he asked. Wilt thou be mine?"
She said, Il viii, you bet!''
These affecting lines are fine speci-
men of poetic appeal from a weary,
watching, waiting wife, and suggest to
comfortable bachelor curious comming-
ling of dilapidated matrimony and doubt
ful Shakespeare
Oh, Romeo. Romeo wherefore art thou, Romeo?
Thou lowest me not, or thou wouldst stay at ho-
ma-o.
The babe is saualling for his dad-e-c,
An endless nuisance to his maInmy-o.
SO, Romeo, cease thou now 20 roam-e-o,
And HE thee as dove to ho-me-o.
In our next selection, the reader will
discover that the beauty of rythm is only
excelled by its fidelity to nature and
4" feelosofee."
A young man goes aus in dc velt pooty green;
De butterflies schport in de suns golden scheen;
De bees und de brts ind de flowers he enchoy,
Und all dngs look sweet 10 de eye of de boy
De gals pes all anchels de felers all friends,
But quick pOoty soon his happy tream ends;
lie finds dere is valsehood in all dat dere be,
IND den he learns yum dings of feelosofe,
We close our selections this week with
the following fayorite hymn, which is in
great demand at the religious rev ivals Of
our "colored brethren" down South
So says Harper's Drawer
Yves nearer TO de Lord
Dan de white folks. and dey knows it,;
See de glory gate unbarred
Walk up, darkeys, past de guard;
Bet a dollar he don't close it.
Walk up dar<eys. froo de gate
Hark de colOred angels holler,
Go way. white folks you's too late;
Yves de winnin' color; wait
Till the trumpet sounds 10 foller.
Uallelujah tanks an praise
Long enuff we've borne our crosses;
Now we's de sooperior race
Yves gwine to hebben af0re de bosses