The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-11-13
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THE sARKFOor BOX.

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheek OF sanl
With thy turnei-up pantaloons,
And shy merry whlsiied tunes;
With thy red lips. redder st-u
Kissed By straw berries on the hiu;
With the sunshine on thy lace,
Through thu torn brim's jsunty grace;
From my heart give thee JOY
YES once barefoot boy.
Prince thou aft-she grown-up man
Only il republican.
lie. the mi.lion-doliared ridei
Barefoot, trudging ~ his side,
Thou has. more than he can buy
In the reach OF ear and eye
Outward sunshine. inward JOY:
Blessings on thee, barefoo: ooyf
o for bovhood'. painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day.
Health that rocks The doctors rules
knowledge never learned of seaoolA
OF the wild bees morning chase.
OF the wild fowers me aud place,
Flight OF fowl and hsbirude
OF the tenants ot the wood;
How the tortoise bears bis she'll,
How the woodchuek digs ais cell,
And the grouni-naoie SINKS his yell;
How the ToCin feeds her young,
How the oreole's nest 10 hung;
Where the whltest Lille blow,
Where the grounf nut trails iis vine,
Wfere the wood-grs:e'- cl :ste.s shine:
OF the black wasp's cunning way
Mason OF his walls of clay.
And the architectural plans
OF gray hornet africans -
For, eschewing books and tasks,
Nature answers ali he ASKS:
Hand in hand with her he walks,
Face to face with her be talks,
Part and parcel of her Joy
Blessings on thee, barefoot ooyi
o for boyhood's time of June.
Crowdinc years in one brief moon.
When sil things heard or saw.
Me, their master, waited for.
was rich IL flowers and trees,
HGmnlIng b rds and honey bees;
For ny sport the squirrel played,
Pl!et the shouted mole his spade:
FIR my iast= the o.aes berry cone
Purpied over hedge and tone;
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day ard through he nftAt,
Whispering at the garden wall.
Talked with ne from fail 10 fail;
VI Ne the Saud-rimmed pickesel pou1,
Mine the walnut slopes beyond,
Mine, on bending orchard Trees,
App es of Hesperides!
Sill as my horizon grew,
Larger grew my riches, too:
Ali the world saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy
Fashioned for q barefoot boyl
o for fessal dainties spread,
Like my bowl OF milk and bread
Pewter sroon and BOWL OF wood,
On the door-stone, gray ana rudel
Ger me, ike regal ten,
CioCdy-riobed, the sunset bent,
PurDie-curtained, frizgst with gold,
IOoped in many w.nu-swuag fold;
While lor music came the pay
OF the pied frogs orchestra;
And, to light the noisy choir
Lit the 6y his lamp OF fire.
was monarch: pomp and 10y
Waited on the barefoot boyi
Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live aud laugh as boyhood can!
Though the hinty slopes be hard,
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisrns OF the dew:
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat;
All too 5000 thee facts must hide
In the prison cells OF pride.
Lose the freedom o. the sod,
Like colts for work be snod,
Made TO tread the mills OF toll,
Up and down in ceaseless mol;
Happy if their track De found
Never on forbidden ground:
Happy If they sink not IN
Quick and treacherous sands OF sin.
An. tia. thou coutdst know thy Joy
Ere il passes, barefoot hovi
John Greenlrrf White,