The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1892-06-24

OF all she places on the earth Ia rather live and
die.
rnere's onc--a queer old-fa>hioned nest mid
green trees waving high
It's not . bit like modern style. ~ paint -
fatei gray
II. window parss are small and WY. and
climbing Poses play
Al hide and seek upon ne sails. and In the
easement side
where sunbcams stroke with soothing touch
two kittens side ~ side
The siopins roof quie, green has gathered
With the years.
And ~ the eri. piled stone on store, . chimney
wide APPEARS
There's such messy old br.ck walk leads from
the unhinged gate
Through rows Of Iinks and m!gonette, and
"rincys" robcd IA state
The lilacs MOI their purple piuncs 70 apple
blossoms pink.
And hollyhoSk- beside the fence the early dew
drops drink
mother hen with downy brood Is scratching
hy the well
n new pressed beis Of whose smooth form
there's nothing left 20 ted
The wide p;azzA's curtaincd with cool vines
whose tru:npets sing
honcyed song TO hummins birds and bees on
listening wing.
How often in tae'r fragrant shade concealed
from strife aud care
i
rocking chair.
Beyond the opcned door upon the old oak fioor
Of the hall
And scattered on the stairs are toys rag dol
lies. top and ball
An: what confusion sometimes reigns as with
their happy PLAY
Dear putty pat and tippyfoe'' bcgriie She live
hong day
There's grand disorder through the rooms. but
such welcome cheer;
80 prlm. fasticious chill has iced this genial af
rospherc-
You're jurs a. ap, 70 fpd your hat and gloves o.
coat and cane
On toor CT chair as in the rack: and hang them
there again
The table top~ don't always shine. and IN tsc
dust youIl nnd
Oh figures little hands have traced. 10 be BY
loyc defined
There's sometimes ~rrar on tho board. some
times an empty bowl;
Perhaps fork Or sppon that's lost and IN the
cloth hole
ne seen cobweo on the wal,--it softencd
every tone
A. wirs~ 70 aid acoustics do-each echo awcetcr
grown
O. what delight the children fna il their vice
butterfly
The lamps don't always burn. is true. but
there's another Light
That m,istus every shade of rioom-losc's
cleaning. soft and bright.
No ceremony st.r rtI-ls the tlsitcr--or me.
And kinliy hands VIII ever stop 70 make soup
q tea
What tho me broom has gone astray or stitches
lose their place
The simple meals are seasoned with the
81 kind ~ grace
What tho the carpets worn 70 rags. o. door
Affection clow= ufon the hearth LIES lighted
with smile
Then III me live. and let me die. II must die Al
all.
where ev~rs Joy and every pain that TO NOR
tai fall
Are blended with devoted love. affection warn
aud sweet:
Where there's enough OF honest care 20 make
ones rest complete:
Where summers lllcd with fragrant bloom and
winters bri<hs and cheer.
That touch each day with fons< caress and make
existence dear.
where nesting birds consentcd sing. - through
the elm tree old
TIE sun beams play with shadows sliding down
their bars Of gold.
Where some one always Nils my pipe anil IN
The twilight glow.
brings gown and slippers with kiss dearly
love 70 know:
Where sorrows melt within the light Of sym
pathy. and care
Becomes pastime IN III HANDS my jewels
swectly wear.
Rare diamonds Of constaacy. rich rubics fash
ing love.
Deep sapphiree Of faith. and paris Of kindness
from above.
Yes. give me gentle peace that's proved BY f~e;-
ing signs o. strife:
The melody Of Home. Sweet Home sung BY
dear babes and wife.
O. lei me live and let me die. wben e'cr the time
shall come.
Within the blooming gardens realm. my quaint