National Republican., 1886-12-04
THANKSGIVING POEM.

Dozen hours every day. G. b. F,
THANKSGIVING POEM.
1t IL difficult to see OF all that's been writ
Even II seen through the glasses you Oner)
Which poem would seem the most actually fit
To take oil the prize that you protier.
lfmy measure of thanks could but dictate the
measure"
OF words have used in these ill-arranged
They would live in the future poetic treasure
And, perchauce, yet cOmmingle with Thanks
giving chimes,
For tho I'm stranger. and fortunes bright
ray
Has thus far not shonc on the paths have
feel that His love will yet point out the way
To the rest for the weary-the palace OF God.
TO write Just the truth, would give the most
thanks
And hope the truth still current passes.
If the rest of the poems were nothing but
And was awarded the glasses
J. G. WRIGHT
THE POETS THAT BLOOM IN ID. c.
Now glory to the editor who promises prize
TO him who on his Pegasus the nearest heaven
flies,
Ana glory othe madding crowd, who, smiling,
With every kind of wornout joke and bad at
Hurrah The foes are moving. Hark to the
mingled din
OF anapaest and trochee, mixed iambic verse
withinH
The pent-up fire of many month has got a
chance to glow,
And PONIES, rejected heretofore, now threaten
overflow.
No charge-it's free insertion here! Lick up
that nag behind,
Trot out. thou livery stable Peg-what? deaf!
and lame and blind
No matter. BY the lips, ye love, fair poets OF
ID. c.,
Spur on the rusty, Pegasus whoop-la on
a thousand spurs are striking deep, thousand
pens do mass,
A thousand jokes burr.glareious press on that
And In they burst and on they rush, while /,
who note from far,
See gloom" and ma disgrace themselves in
"a. rhyme with moon and star"
But never mind such faults AS these. Sing on,
Like Pope. who used Achilles wrath to grease
the dirpful spring;
And, Mr.. Editor. that blot you Will excuse,
Twill shos wrote ns Locker did, "Currentc
cAlamo."
WAYNE WRIGHT.
t"The suckn.stanzas elude to- are in one
OF the late "REPuBTICASS'
WHERE THANKS ARE GIVEN.
'Tis said by some: Thanksgiving day
Isa peculiar Yankee notion,
When all good people meet and pray
Aud show their great devotion
But other nations also give praise,
Tho times be dark and murky,
And the highest praise that any raise
Is offered upin TURKEY.
zone who has been there.)
ANOTHER ONE AFTER THE OPERA GLASSES.
year ago this day of thanks
was a bachelor, dreary,
Of dinners, parties, germans, teas,
had become aweary.
MY friends were falling one by one,
From out our Jolly ranks,
Becoming model family men,,
Beguiied by children's pranks.
They all seemed happy and content,
In their new sphere of life,
And so thought the best to do
Was u secure wife.
At once diligently searched
Among the ladies fair,
And soon felt I'd found my fate,
In one with sunny hair.
wooed her and won her,
And surely all my life,
cannot be too thankful
For getting such VIE.
Another year has rolled around.
THANKSGIVING come once more.
The day of turkey and mince pies,
And good things by the score.
My wfes dear eyes shine happily,
As in my face she peeps,
And tells me that our baby dear
Upstairs still gently sleeps.
And so feel the year past.
Who's sands are almost run,
Is the happiest of my life
For it's brought me wife and son
II any man who reads this
Wants a subject for Thanksgiving,
Let him do as have done.
And he'll find 'liles well worth living
+. b. NJ.