Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1899-06-21
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Days OF Long AR0.

Days of Long Ago.
When parting CLEANS Of amber light. |
From out the sky In hurried flight, |
Mark one more day there comes to mo
IN sweet and peaceful reverie |
The days of long ago.
The truest note lives in that strain
Whose swelling music breathes but pain.
sit and dream. my pleasure bought
BY nursing ev'ry saddened thought
OF days Of long ago. |
The scenes Of childhood al arise,
Those scenes bereft Of care and signs, |
When was young, with blithesome heart,
And knew no pride nor fashions art.
In days of long ago.
seem to see my mother there,
Her forehead arched by soft gray hair,
The face aglow with love and Joy.
Her eyes with pride upon the boy.
The boy of long ago.
see the maid whose eyes Of blue
Sparkle and dance and change their hue
10 suit my frown, my smile, my tear,
But she Is gone-gone many year,
This maid Of long ago.
Whene'er she spoke music fell
Upon the air and seemed to dwell
Forever in my ears. In truth,
She was the sweetheart Of my youth,
In days Of long ago.
This maid of long ago is yet
Upon my heart in Jewels set;
I wish in dreams, amid my pain,
Those young days back. but dreams are
vain,
These dreams of long ago.
Oh, sad, strange world, tits grand to know
There is a life where grief and woe
Are never born. yearn the day
When my frail soul shall burst its clay
TO days Of long ago.
Richard I. Gavin, A. B., M. A., in Chicago
Chronicle.
There is road set deep in lost canyon,
A road that winds up at it's distant end
A hill, that Is all but too steep for climbing,
Hung with pale grass that does not
breathe nor bend.
Against cliff, that stabs the sky a Presence
Sits. guarded by gaunt pine trees. white
and bare,
Stripped of their leaves, lest by their sigh
Ing
They break the stiffness of the sacred air.
The Presence, meath the suns down-pour-
ing chrism,
Hath set her carven hand behind her ear.
Caught with her in this mighty crystal
prism,
One fain would hear what she bends down
to hear.
Ito, you are silencel" said I, climbing to
her.
May" answered she, uplifting solemn
eyes,
II was. until We spake; now am Echo,
Giving you back your words. in eweeter
gu1se
I hear and mete and measure answer Justly
world hot hro1 ~ ~
TO him that calls. am Eternal Music:
To him that calls not, Silence evermore-r
-Flavlan Rosser, in Atlantic Monthly.
The 1nfallible Man.
There was a man who never made
blunder in his life;
He loved a girl, but was afraid
If she became his wife
That he or she might rue the day
That brought them bliss, and so
He put the happiness away
That welded lovers know.
One day the man who never made
Mistakes perceived the way
That led to fame, but, still, afraid,
Drew back and stole away;
He Stunned the winding paths that led
To distant. unseen ends,
And kept the road that stretched ahead
With neither sleeps nor bends.
At last the man who never made
Mistakes fell by the way:
In garments that were badly frayed.
And pale and starved he lay;
No weeping friend bent DER him there,
Nor servant, child nor wife;
But victory was his-he ne'er
Had Numbered in his life.
IS. E. Kiser. In Chicago Daily News
The Victor.
Eye students, biologists, all behold!"
The scientists offer ran.
"1ll give a. thousand pounds in gold
To the woman, or child, or man
Who can tell to me, in proof of his worth.
The hardest substance found on EARTH
They came from the west they came from
the east,
In eager response to the CALL
But agreed. from the mightiest down to'tht
least,
That diamonds are hardest Of all.
(Though one man muttered: I'm willing
to bet 'em.
The thing that's hardest is to get 'em.)
Then the wisest man from a famous town,
Unrivaled In science or art,
Stood up and proclaimed, with mighty
frown:
my friends, tits an editors heart!"
And the scientist rose, midst a silenc|
grim,
And straightway handed the gold to him
Dixie Wolcott. in Truth.
II We Didn't
Some sage person has discovered,
| And has told In verses neat,
| What lot Of cash 'twould save us
If we didn't have to eat.
| Let me add unto this wisdom,
&Io< ,~hk o1rn
! We could hoard up gold in bedclothes
If we didn't have to sleep.
| Furthermore. tits borne upon me.
With force cannot balk.
| That we'd save lot on leather
| II we didn't have to walk. -
So OF all the bills that vex US, I,
Just the biggest one, guess. ::
| Would be spared for safe investment
| II we didn't have to dress.
Come to think the whole thing over.
| Free concurrence you will give
| That vast wealth would line our pockets
If we didn't have to live.
Chicago Daily Record.
We will for the next month buy a.
kinds of old iron, rags, copper, zlnt
brass and rubber. Bring your good
to US and we will pay you the highe:
market price.
l4tf OHSBERG, SELVIG q GO.
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