The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1884-06-14
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NE worth liying:-Weil, to tell you tr.ze,
= scarcely is, II all men were like YOU


scarcely is. II all men were like YOU
Bright-faced maiden, bright-souled maiden.
what Is this that must hear?
rs ny heart with BORROW laden.
is thine eye dimmed with q tcarf
IAN II be that lips so swectly
Rounded to be kindly kissed
Gould be twisted indifcrcetly
To that vie word nssimfsf7
Not for thine own ills thou weepest;
SOFTLY feathered is thy nest;
wnen thou wakest, when thou sleepest
Thou art fortuned with the best
But thy sisters and thy brothers
Pierced with many woeful smart
lying children, ailing mothers,
Fret thy nerve and stab thy heart.
In the country, in the city,
Godless deeds, q loveless LIST
Stir thy blood and move thy pity.
And thou art a Psssinisf.
storms and wars and tribuatioua
Fevered passions reinless tide
With insane Authorizations
Mingled travel fur and wide.
Can there be an Eye inspecting
WITH TiaSins $50 e sont9 Y Psli,mell.
Such hotbed, such 4 hell
Nay, sweet maid but think more slowly;
though this thing and that be sad
lis logic most unhoy
That the gross OF things Is bad;
lis trick of melancholy,
Tainting life with deaths alloy;
Or in wisdom, or in folly,
Nature still delights in Joy.
Oost tnou hear OF starving sinners?
Nine ana ten or ninety-u1ne,
Many thousands eat good dinners
Many hundreds quaf good wine.
mast thou seen score of cripples?
Equal legs are not uncommon;
II you know one fool that tipples
Thousands drink hoffman and woman:
Ieil me, II you know, how many
Murders happen in the town?
One year, perhaps, If any;
Should that weigh your heart quite down?
NO doubt, II you read the papers,
You win find a strange hotch-potch-
Dotfng dreams, delirious capers,
Many elunder. blot and blotch
.Babblement Of small and great,
cheating, swindling, peculation
.Squabblement OF Church and state;
Miners blown up, humbugs shownup.
Beaten wives, insulted brides
Lunatics and suicides.
Drains and cesspools, Paintings, fevers,
Poisoned cats and stolen collies,
simple yaev women ron. ga az deceiyers.
wandering M. P.'s branless babblc,
Populations. meetings, dinners,
Riots OF the lawless rabble,
Purple sins of West End sinners:
Driving, dicing, drinking, dancing,
Spirit-rapping, ghostly stun
Bubble schemes, and deft financing,
When the shares are blown enough
AL this is true; when men cut capers
:; That make the people talk or stare,
sr w fo S you ope the
But you and !. and all our neighbors,
Meanwhile IN pure and peaceful ways,
With link on link of fruitful labors,
Draw out our chain of happy days.
See things as they are; be sober;
Balance well life's loss and gain:
II to-day be chill October,
Summer suns will come again.
Are bleak winds for ever sighingp
Do dark clouds for ever lower!
Are your friends all dead and dying2
All your sweetness turned to sour?
Great men no doubt have sometimes small
ways,
And blacksnake is not always
Lurking in the soft green grass.
Don't be hasty, gentle lady;
:. In this whirl of diverse things
Keep your footing. and with steady
Poise control your equal WINGS
All things can't to all be pleasant,
love bitter. you love sweet;
some faint when a cat is present,
Rats find babies cheeks treat
III all tiny things were tall things
II all petty things were grand,
where would greatness be- when all thinpe
On one common level stand?
Do you think the winged breezes
Fraught with healthy ventilation.
when tender infant sneezes
should retreat with trcpidation?
Wnen dry Earth TO Heaven is calling
9, r. For soft rain and freshening dew,
snail the rain refrain from falling
:, Lest my lady wet her shoe?
Foo's still rush to rash conclusions,
And the mOleeyed minion man
talks of troubles and confusions
When he sees not half the plan.
Spare to blame and fear to cavil,
With short leave dismiss your main.
Let no fEetful fances revel
In the sanctum of your brain,
Use no magnifying glasses
To change molehlls into mountains.
Nor on every Hill that passes
., Pour hot tears from bitter fountains.
Trust in God and know your duty,
Some good things are In your power:
Every day will bring its booty
From the labor Of the hour
NGyer wreck what folos are prating,
Work and wait, let sorrow lie;
Liye ana love; have done with hating,
Goethe says-and so say 7.
-BldcklOOods Md0nzinA