Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1896-03-19
What Ruth Wants.
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And came home very sad,
For all her baby friends she'd found.
Grandpas and grandmas had,
And many aunts and uncles, too
Kin she has never known
Though a sister kind, and brothers two.
And parents are her own.
So, straight she sought her fond mamma
On her small brow a frown-
And dear mamma" she grayely said,
when next you go to town,
want you there to buy for me
A gray-haired grandpapa,
And some nice aunts. and uncles. and
A darling grandmamma-
For all the other little girls
Have folks like those I've named,
And when they knew hadn't one
I did feel so ashamedr'
Detroit Free Press.
The Round Year.
The secret of the beauty Of
December snow: the tender tune
That April breathes. love; love
The green upon the crest OF June:
And then the white. high August haze.
Type OF the prophets veil. which still
The hot sun draws upon his face.
Descending from the heavenly hill
I love the fall. In blade and ear;
September. crimson in her leaves:
October, duting on spear
OF crisp grass among the sheaves-
Then comes white winter from the polei
But each new seasons joy above,
The mystic beauty Of the whole
Round year I love. love, lovei
p. H Savage. in Youths Companion.
Somebody's Baby.
I see each morning as pass
A tiny house that's on my way
A pretty picture through the glass,
A face that haunts me through the day.
It's some ones baby there who crows
And stretches out his hands to me.
He thinks I'm someone that he knows.
I'm not. but should Ike to be.
Tn not the only man who goes
Along that street and giances In,
But I'm the only one he shows
The very slightest interest In.
He's taught me one thing that I'd miss:
His winning ways q seed have sown-
I'd give my freedom to be kissed
BY such a baby OF my own.
Ladies Home Journal
- A Bride Song ut Daybreak.
Unto the portal OF the day there came
A shining presence fashioned out Of flame.
And from that purple threshold Of the
world
Arrows of fire across the shadows hurled
into the forest. over plain and sea
The darts in silence sped unerringly,
Lances OF sunshine from the morning
bow
Until the armament was all aglow.
Then from the zenith suddenly heard
the dew-fresh notes OF some enraptured
bird,
Lost in the golden labyrinth Of light,
Singing the dreams of the departed night
Frank Dempster Sherman. in Youths
Companion
Nothing L. Lost
Nothing is lost: the woods and fields grow
green again in spring,
The earth and flowers are full Of 1ife-new
life in everything
We fall asleep and rest. and wake, and
call * daily life.
And sleep at last-an end Of pain, an end
of care and strife
Nothing is lost, for life itself is Only a
passing thought
We lose our yesterday. it's true. but hold
the good it brought.
Nothing is lest. the sweet, sweet songs
come to Us DER and Ger,
The same fond faces oft return. and VIII
forever more.
~. W. Donovan. in Deznorest's Magazine.
Dilemma
IT'S a pftiful plight and I'm not quite sure
What's the proper thing to do.
Or IL my case has a radical cures
But the fact is. love two.
see the blond and VOW that she
Is the one cannot forget;
But her vision pales quite vfsibiy
When I view the sweet brunette.
There Is no help for me. ween.
And Tn leading double life:
For somehow can't quite choose between
Ny little girl and my wife.
-Tnyy9 NaEcnn RE32A
The Child.s
The baby searched the starry night
With wondering eyes Of blue
Holes In the sky" he cried. with JOY:
And Heaven Is shining through
I kissed the cherub fair and prayed
That after years might keep
The childish fantasy to cheer,
When paths were rough and steep.
10 hold that bright world near and roa4
with steady faith. and view
The rtft mid darkest clouds, and 80
Heavens glory shining through
IN. Y. Observes.