The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-11-07

That makes the neekest mortal anxious
to whoop things up,
Yet, what the cause sceyer, relief comes
when we call,
Relief with that rapturous clinkeyt-clink
that cl, nksth alike for all!
I've dreamt of the fiery furnace that was
one vast bulk of flame,
And that l was Abednego a-wallowinS
in the same;
And I've dreamt l was a crater possessed
of mad desire
To vomit molten lava and to snort big
gobs of fire:
I've dreamt i was Roman candles and
rockets that tlZzed and screamed.
In short | have dreamt the cussedest
dreams that ever human dreamed;
But all the red hot furna ces were scat
tered quick as wink
When the spirit wlthIn tnat pitcher went
tapping its cllnkety-ciink.
Boy, why so slow in coming with that
gracious, saving cup?
oh, haste thee to the succor of the man
who is burning up,
See how the ice bobs up and down, as II
1t wildly strovc
To reach its grace to the wretch who feels
like the red-hot kitchen stove.
The piteous clinks it clinks methinls
should thrill you through ana
through;
An crring soul is wanting drink, and he
wants it p. d, a..
And 10 the honest pitcher, too. falls in
so dire fret
That its pallid form is presently bedewed
with a chilly sweat.
May blessings be showerel upon the man
who first devised this drink
That happens along at n. m. with its
rapturous clinkety-clink!
l never have felt the cooling food go siz-
cling down my throat
But what | vowed to hymn a hymn to
that clnke ty-clink devote:
So now In the prime of my manhood,
polish this lyric gem
For the uses of ali good fellows who are
thirsty at a. m.
But specially for those fellows who have
known the pleasing thrall
OF the clink of the ice in the pitcher the
boy brings up the haH.
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At Cheyenne.
Young Lochinvar came in from the
West,
wit. fringe on his trousers and fur Oh
his vest;
The width of his hat brim could nowhere
be beat.
His No. 10 brogans Were chock full of
feet
His grdle was horrent with pistols and
things,
And he nourished a hand full of aces on
kings.
The fair Mariana sat watching n star;
When who should turn up but the young
Her pulchritude gave him q pectoral
glow.
And he rened up his horse with stentor-
ian "Mhoa!'
And modestly asked if he mighten't step
in.
With presence of mind that was marve-
lous quite
The fair Mariana replied that he might:
So in through the portal rode young
Lochnvar,
Pre-empted the claim and cleaned out the
bar.
Though the justice allowed he want
wholly to blame.
He taxed him ten dollars and costs just
the same.
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Over tho Hills and Far Away.
over the hills and far away,
A little boy steals from his morning play,
And under the blossoming apple tree
He lies and he dreams of things to be:
OF battles fought and of victories won,
OF wrongs o'erthrown and of great deeds
done.
OF the valor that he shall prove some day
over the hills and far away
over the hills, and far away!
over the hills and far away,
It's oh for the toll the livelong day!
But 1t mattereth not to the soul afame
With the love for riches and power and
fame
On, o man! while the sun Is high
On to the certain joys that lie
Yonder where blazeth the noon of day,
over the hills and far away
over the hills, and far away!
over the hills and far away,
An old man fingers at close of day:
And now that his journey Is almost DONE
His battles fought and his victories won,
The old-time honesty and truth,
The trustfulness and the friends of youth,
Home and mother-where are they?
over the hills and far away