Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1884-07-09
ALPENA WEEKLY ARGUS.
MISCELLANEOUS.
PESSLNLSlL

els life worth living?--weil, to tell you true
II scarcely Is, If all men we're like YOU.
BrIght.faccd maiden. hright-soulcd maiden,
What T. this that must hcars
l. thy heart with sorrow laden,
l. thine eye dimmcd with tcaff
Can II be that lips so swecily
Rounded to bc kindly KISSED
Could be twisted indiscrCctlN
10 that vile word ItSSimiI.
Not for thine own ills thou wccpcs
softly fcathcrcd Is thy nest;
Whom thou wakest, when thou slccpcst
Thou arr fortuncd with the best.
hut thy sisters and thy brothers
Pierced with many a Woclul smart,
Diving children. Malling mothers,
Fret thy nerve, and stab thy heart.
In the country. in the city,
Goddess deeds, u loNclCsS list
Stir thy blood and move Thy pity,
And thou art n PsSinUt.
storms and wars and tribulutions,
Covered passions rCincss tide,
With insane Authorizations
Mingled travel FAR ami wide.
Can there be I'm Eye inspecting
Things so tumbling In pcll-mcll
with q cool control directing
such Il hOtbcd, such u hcilg
Nav sweet maid, but think more slowly;
Though this thing and that be sad,
TITS logic most unholy
That the gross OF things Is bad;
"Tis n trick of melancholy,
Tainting life with deaths alloy;
Or In wisdom, or in folly,
Nature still delights In joy.
Dost thou hoar OF starving sinners?
Nine and ten or nincty-ninc,
Many thousands eat good dinners,
Many hundreds guam good wine,
Hast thou seen score of cfipplcs2
Equal legs are not uncommon,
II YOU know one fool that tipplcs,
Thousands drink hoffman and woman;
Tel me, If you know how many
Murders happen i'm the town.
Ono year, perhaps, II any;
Should that weigh your heart quite DOWN
No doubt, Il You read the papers,
You will find u strange hotch-pOtCh--
nOting dreams, ucliriOuS COpCrS,
Many blundor, blot and blOtch;
Bags of windy speculation,
Babblemcnt of small and great,
Cheating, swinding, pcculntiOn,
Suuabblcmcnt OF Church ana state;
Miners blown M, humhugs shown mp,
Beaten wives, insultcd brides,
Raving preachers, witlcss teachers
LunntiCs ana suicides.
Drains and cesspools, Paintings, lcNcrs.
Poisoned cats AMI stolen CollCS,
Simple women, gay dccclNcrS,
Every sort and size OF tOlliCS,
Wandering NJ. P.'s hrainlcss bahblc,
DcputationS, meetings, dinners,
Riots OF the lawless rahblc,
Purple sins of West End sinners:
Driving, dicing, drinking, dancing,
Spirt-rapping, ghOStly stun,
Bubble schemes, and dcit financing,
When the shares are blown enough,
Al this is true; when men cut cnpcrs
That make the people talk or stare,
Tomorrow, when you opc the papers,
You're sure to find your antics there
But you and |, and all our nCiphhors,
with link on link of fruitful abors,
Draw out our chain of happy days.
See things as they arc; bc sober;
Balance well lifc's loss and gain:
il to-day he chill October,
summer suns will come again.
Are bleak winds for ever signing?
DO dark clouds for ever lowcry
Arc your friends all dead and dying7
All your sweetness turned to souri,
Great men no doubt have sometimes small
mt n horse * moi mn ass
And a black-snakc Is not always
Lurking in the soft green grass.
Don't bC hasty, gentle lady;
In this whirl of diverse things
Keep your footing, and with steady
Poisc 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 lind babies checks Il treat.
III all tiny things were tall things
If all petty things were grand,
Where would greatness be, when all things
ON one common level standI
DO YOU think the winged brccZcs
Fraught with healthy ventilation,
When tender infant snccZcs
Should retreat with trcpidationi
when dry Earth to Heaven Is calling
For soft rain and frcshcning dow,
Shall tho rain refrain from falling
Lest my lady wet her shooi
Fools still rush TO rash conclusions,
And the molc-oycd miniOn man
Talks of troubles and COMMISSIONS,
when he sees not half the plan.
Spare To blame and fear TO cavll,
With short loayo dismiss your pain,
Let no frctful fanccs rcvcl
In the sanctum of your brain.
Use no magnifying glasses
TO change molchlls into mountains,
Nor on every hill that passes
Pour hot tears from bitter fountains.
Trust i'm God and know your duty,
Some good things are 10 your power;
Every day will bring its booty
From the labor of the hour.
Never wreck what fOlOs are prating,
Work and wait let sorrow lie:
Live and love; have done with hating,
Goethe sNyS-and so say |.
-BldcLlrOOdS Higdgfns.