The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1895-06-07
SONGS OF SPRING.
If You wore Here,

SONGS OF SPRING.
" You We're Here.
AsPRIHG sosG.
nycuwere here, springs beauteous role
Would be- throw. more beahteous stilL
Yon peach tree decied Ia pink and WIFI =
With lace and rufiies olt OF sight.
Would don one othsr fFilI
The long soft plumes the willow wears,
And siiyerg blades for baby leaves,
Would show ereener tenderness.
And DREAMER. fairer sIenderness,
A-drooplng gainst the caves.
The starllke blooms that burst and spread
Such briliiRnce In our garden beds
Would waste more wealth Of hue Ween,
lfnow and then you might be seen
Just bending er their heads
Ana all tho music spring doth make
with stirring leaf and young bird throats
Would prove . richer pBan. dear,
II you we're here. Il you were here,
To lend your sweet voice notes
Alb, how adjustment fails 70 bel
Ken springtine heeds in part the pain >.
And conpensatIon's pensive task
10 bring the gifts We need, not ask.
VIII teach Us once again.
Sarah s. McEnery, in Harper's Bazaar.
The Heart.
Deep within the minds recesses
There are mirrors clear;
Laughing eyes and golden tresSes
OFT are pictured here.
But as perfumes are the dearer
For the bloom that's gone,
SO the heart loves test its mirror
When the years pass on.
kate Fields Washington
v and W.
-" Excuse me Il itroab!e YOU
Said V TO jolly w.
" But will you have the kindness TO explain
ole thing tumet
Why looking as sou do,
Folks should cali you double U,
When they really ought to call you double
said W 20 curious v:
The reasons plain as plain can be
although must admit its understood by
very few:l
As you say, 1'm'double v;
Aud therefore dontyou see.
The people say anl luble you"
Charles L Benjamin. ia st. Nicholas
The Season.
The spring never comes TO the CITY;
In vain on Its slate and stone
with their message OF life IRE blown
We hear no tumult OF bird song
In the sunshine after the showers.
And the smoky Moons ne'e r haunted
With the charm OF the bursting flowers
But ont where her steps are welcome
Her brooks are all In tune,
And all day long to the blossoms
You can hear the south wind Groom
The blueoirds chlrp and twItter,
And bllthe from the poplar's crest
The robin sings in the twilight
His songs to the golden west
know that the spring is about me,
And faln would up and away
From the dizzy whirl TO the country,
Where beauty and peace have sway;
Where the village girls are braIding
Wild flowers by the shady stream,
And the drone OF the sleepless city
Is u half-forgotten dream
p. Macarthur, in Truth.
A Very Strange Mother.
Where do you build this springs" said L
Sauoth she; since truth we're telling,
ldonit intend even totry
This yearto have dwelling"
Where will you hold your first Al Homer,
Her answers past believing
I'm be content abroad 70 roam.
Noeompans receiving"
Where will your chtldreh stayi" Isaid.
Why, free from household labors.
I'll see they're safely tucked in bed,
In houses of my leighbors"
:" But will they, feed the iittie .dearsss
Poor things. how can you doubt III
hyou'll dismiss your idle fears
'lltell you all about it"
She added. then. in accents bland:
" OIF race OF birds are sageS
Ny name Is Mrs Cuckoo and
We've done the same for ages"
Il. L. 5. Smith. In N. y. indie pendent
Lonely.
u send you, dear" tae wrote) to-day
Two tickets to the matinee.
Ican't attend myself, you know,
I'm busy with my work, and so
Just keep for me the empty place
And let your own sweet fancy trace
The outline OF ms form. my dear,
AS though were with you, not here
And then. as Ger my desk bend
THIS afternoon. q Joy will lend
Itself unto these figures grim.
In place, III see your figure trim:
Anu though We are apart, It's true,
Yet III be at the play with you"
sue EeAu' tneu AelEeu q pen In hand
And wrote: Dear George, Il cannot stand
The matinee alone Come, pray,
Or ever after stay away"
The moral Of this tale, Alack,
Is this: the senders name was Jack
II. NJ, in Puck
life Is Day.
Life Is day OF sun and shower,
And none can tell how IL will end.
sunny morn may showers ScnG:
Acloudy dawn will often mend;
But man must upward, onward wend,
And do his duty hour by hour.
kate Fields Washington.
The Imp Haunted Pool.
There's river flows down by jim Nolenses'
house.
Jimmie said last spring when he's here.
with big deep place ats as SIN as mouse,
An y rock what they jump from into tbs
An sandbar where they splash water an
An want to 30 down to see lin neg, year.
An pa said Il Ia good
Al could.