The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1879-05-23
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The Child-Po ats Of Sky Farm.


Among the presents given mo upon my las
birth-d day. which was but month ago, was q
little book of poems, written by two little girls
sisters. They called their collection Of
beautiful rhymes and youthful thoughts, APP
pie Blossoms" The names of these young
poets are Elaine and Dora Read Goodale-the
elder one, sweet l6," and Dora. the younger,
just ID years old
Their earliest poems were written at the age
of 9years. They are no silly rhymes or plesn-
ingless words, but are like apples of gold in
pictures of silver"
Their home was in New England, and they
called the country seat e Sky Farm"
1t scarcely seems credible that children 30
young should have such mature minds, yet, in
referring to other authors, we find that many
were as young a. these little girls. 1t only
proves the theory that Poets are born and not
made" Most anyone can write q jingle or
rhyme, and what may be called machine poe
try" and the elegant bindings and gildings sell
many books that the world would be better
without. will copy for your benefit one OF
Elaines little gems, and if you like 1t, you
may sometime send for another 1t is q pleas
ure II we have anything good and enjoyable to
share with others.
You see, girls that our youthful poets lived
in the country and lsved nature, and presume
had their own little garden-beds, and started
their own seeds, and watched with interest as
they peeped from the soil and gained leaf day
by day till the flowers came; and, from the title
of their book, we imagine that the grand old
apple tree was the favorite of this New En-
gland orchard. And perhaps it was admir-
ing and breathing the sweet perfume OF these
beautiful tree blossoms" that prompted them
N 1aV SxVa hava t,nf o,1r nxuff fg IN
aud our verses III a little book, and call 1t for
our favorite." And, as Elaine was the older,
her poems occupy the first part OF the book,
and it is about half and half, and they then
send it ahoat and it comes ashore and one
came to me. / will give you description OF
their window curtain, and we can imagine the
effect and know they had q sweet little house
they could call their own. AUNT LUCY.
NY WINDOW cURTAIS.-BY ELAINE GooDALE.
Let others round their windows
Loop folds of fimsy lace,
And on the gauzy net work
Their clumsy patterns trace:
Shut ont the glorious sunlight,
The breeZes. bills and glades,
And, III the cleaning crystal.
Draw down their painted shades.
Ny own secluded chamber
On mountain slopes apart,
NV deity hidden loop-hole
Boasts no such studied art;
It's but windy mornings.
In silver-sheeted rains
l draw the blinds together,
Replace the tiny panes.
And yet no glare Of daylight
My little nest invades.
No curious eye can spy it,
Or pierce it's checKered shades:
For !, too, have a curtain
OF clesrest, deepest green;
More fine than satin damask
Its texture and its sheen.
Fresh tendrils, closely clinging.
Its loose. light fabric bind,
Anet of twisted branches.
bower of leaves behind:
A golden CLEAN of sunlight
breath of cooling air,
snatch of happy music,
Await my presence there.
Between the leafy arches
gaze on new delight,
On mountain slopes of grandeur,
On meadows daisy white:
Let others urape their windows
In silks and gauzes fine.
OF all their costly curtains
Not one rival mine.