The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1897-03-12
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or Much Merit by ]. x. Mcdonald.

Send rain and hail and mists and snow,
Across the landscape falling,
A little while, II little while
And down the meadow May will smile.
O.sullen slSystoop down,
Bend low the hill dividing,
Who cares If dark clouds go or come,
The sun Is only hiding,
EAnd by and by, ah, by and by,
Both storm and shadow far will fly
o. patient earth so mute
Can'st hear the new heart beating,
o, restless sea the promise sweet
Your sweet lips keep repeating,
So soft and low, so soft and low,
My heart and knew long ago.
ADEAD LION.
Man wants but little here below,
The pets grace ever crave.
Our lives disprove the statement,
From the cradle to the grave.
The manwho wanted little here,
Went dead long years ago;
No foot prints in the sands of time,
His prcpense serve to show.
There is no earthly doubt,
Who made q nuisance of himself,
Until he petered out
Sneaked to his grave when life was done,
And all its changes wrung,
Unwept, unhonored-though not yet
Entirely unsung.
But now-a- days man wants the earth,
He hustles for the dough,
And laggard in the frantic race,
Stands very little show.
A man that's really up-to-date,
Keeps in constant sweat,
He wants not little here below,
but all that he can get.
THE CHRONIC KICKER.
Don't love a man who always kicks,
No matter what you do.
Who kicks with most prodicious case,
The whole long season through.
Who kicks If anything goes wrong,
And kicks If 1t goes right.
Who kicks because he likes TO kick
And kicks with all his might.
We know some awful kickers
On this wicked mundane sphere,
Who came on earth by accident
And kick because they're here.
They make themselves unc omfortable.
And other people sick
They drive their friends to suicide.
And still they always kick.
We know man who kicks and kicks
The blessed live long day.
And If there's nought to kick about,
He's k licking anyway.
At times when things are going right.
And other men would smile,
He kicks on general principles,
And llicketh all the while.
HOME.
Home is not merely roof and room,
IL needs something TO oendearit.
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind lip to cheer It,
What is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet us.
Home Is sweet and only sweet,
When there's one we love to get us.
KINDNESS.
A little word in kindness spol1 en-.
A mot Ion or u tear,
Has often healed u heart that's broken
And made Fl lend sincere.
A word, q look, has crushed to earth,
Full many n budding flower,
Which had smile but owned its breath,
Would bless life's darkest hour.
Then deem IL not an Idle thing,
pleasant word to speak.
The face you wear. the thought you brin
heart may heal or break.
x,,,,nn,N, NOV,
The boy lay on his mothers knee,
A screaming,-as he could.
A Upper used with energy,
Was doing lots ofgCod.
at hurts, you'll kill me, owl" he cried,
"Ow, IN be good, will"
The more he shrieked the faster piled
The slipper aimed tok XIII.
The noighbors heard him blocks away,
His chums upon The street,
All listened and forgot to play,
From sympathy so sweet
The watchman thought murder foul,
Was surely being done,
And pricked his ears at every howl
To find which way TO run.
The tears rolled Off the bov in floods,
He wriggled, kicked and yelled,
AS with untiring sickening thuds,
The slipper was propelled.
At last the slipper stopped, "Now Johnny
said
The mother sternly sad,
al had to whip you nearly dead
Lest you would grow up bad"
Poor Johnny, when the slipper stopped,
His yells and tears did too,
And quickly on the street he hoped
To meet his playmates true
"Say, Johnny, did 1t hurt!" they cried,
When safely nj were hid.
NAV, not u Bit" the boy replied,
"But mamma thought II did"