The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1895-09-13
SELECTED VERSE.



Well knowing the envy her style would Greats
In the breasts Of both damSels and matrona
sedate
But ono day she got in terrible state.
For the wind came along ~ hurricane rate:
It got in her sleeves-they began 90 inhate.
She tried 70 reach sheiteF-aIasi twas TOO
late:
And she went sailing up at q two-forty gait
Up higher and higher the damsel went straight.
Till she got 70 where clouds do the most con-
gregate.
And there she Is stiIl. for since the said date
No mortal has gazed on her goldeu-erowned
pate.
So, maidens, be warned BY her terrible fate:
Let 70 on the armbags so sizeous and great
Or else you may hnd 20 your sorrow, too late,
Yourself In the plight Of my heroine. Kate.
Charles J. Cotton, In N. o Times Democrat
Now.
Felier what shirks an Is lazy
Amt no use livln'. 1vowi
But l tell yer who Is the daisy,
The Teller tibet does things now
He'sneyer procrastinatin'
An tellin' sc why an how"
When the doln' ont S what he's hatin';
He Jest goes and does II. now
Et the eordwoo1 calls for a tussle
Thetll bring the sweat TO his brow,
He Rits out his saw with hustle,
An tackles tho Job right now.
The chap tibet talks OF tGrmorrer
iscr9okcd Some where's, 'llow;
In pawn what he may horrer,
he never gifts round ter now
But the Teller tibet starts on the minute
The crows don't rooSt on his plow-
En- rains he amt workn' out IN IL,
Cause he gifts his hay In now.
Flyer iookin' fer whatri suit ser,
Yer can take on yer hat and bow
Terthe chap thet's short on the future
An ekerly long on now
Frank Roe Batchelder. in Minneapolis
Times
Love Song.
Twas as poor as tho poorest, dear,
And the world-it passed me by;
But not that day
whenyou walked loves way:
For Heaven itself drew nigh,
Sweetheart
For Heaven itself drew nigh.
Twas as lone as the lonelIest, lovo.
With never dream of bliss
But not that day
When you walked loves way
And leaned 70 my arms-my kissI
Sweetheart
And leaned to my arms-my lsissi
And dear TO my life syourlove-your love,
And my soul has ceased To sigh;
For sorrov seems
Like On echo of dreams
And the sIAvs are In lifes sky,
Sweetheart
The stars are in 1Ife's skyI
# L Stanton. In Atlanta Constitution.
Keep AEON.
Iiyou strike n thorn or rose,
Keep a-goin'!
II II halls or II It SHOWS,
Keep a-goin'i
'Tain't no use TO sit an whine
When the fish amt on your line;
Bait your hook m keep on tryln'-
Keep a-goln'i
When the weather kills your crop,
Keep a-golnI
When you tumble from the top,
Keep a-goin,i
s'pose you're out o, every diner
Gettin broke amt any crimes;
tsell me world S you're ieelin primei
When It looks like all Is up.
Keep a-goin't
Drain the sweetness from the cup,
Keep l-goin't
See the Wild birds on the wlngi
: Hear the bells that sweetly rluRi
whenyou feel like stghin'-slngl
Keep a-goinn
Chicago Chronicle.
That's the Way.
Just a little every day,
That's the way
Seeds In darkness swell aRG grow,
Tiny blades push through the snow.
Never any flower OF May
Leaps TO blossoms In burst;
Slowly-Slowly-at the first.
That's the wayi
Just a little every day.
Just little every day,
That's the way
Children learn to read and wrlts,
Bit By bit, and mite by mite
Never anyone. / say,
Leaps to knowledge and It's power;
Slowly-slowly-ho by hour
That's the way
Just little every day.
st Nicholas.
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