The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-05-04
SHEAvES OF RHYME


! SHEAvES OF RHYR
4he Sweetheart He Loved Long Ago.
Molly is f,xin' ter marry-Jenny u livin'
away,
An the boys hain't been back at the or
home In many an many day.
An somehow the springs lost its sweet
ness an lonesome an long falls the
snow. 4" RS
An nuthin' is left but the pictur' OF the
sweetheart loved long ago.
! never was one fer com plainin.-but some
thin seems lost from life's skies.
An often in sunshine It's rainin'-it's rain
In eroun' my olteyes! =
Fer here's whar thei1 arms was eroun me
an here's whar she smiled on me 90.
An all that Is left is the pictur OF the
sweetheart loved long ago.
The medder stIll feels the iark's shaddss.
an frequent hear the birds sing.
Jest as ef nuthin' had happened ter all the
red roses OF spring! r
Jest as they sung at her weddin'. But how
kin the singin' birds know
That nuthin' is left but the pictur' Of the
sweetheart l loved long agof q.
Nuthin'7 Thars Molly a-eomin' an
bringin' a rose ter Newell.
Life's story's toll over an over. til nuthin'
is new that we tell. ...,
Her arms eroun' my neck. an her blue
eyes in tears at my takin' on So
Kiss me. dear-fer you're Jest like the pic
tur Of the sweetheart ] loved long
ago!
Frank L. Stanton. in Ladies' Home Jour-
nal
Tweedle Dunn and Tweedle Dee.
Says Tweedle Dunn to Tweedle Dee;
'The day is hot as hot can be-"
Says Tweedle Dee to Tweedle DUN:
"'Tis only very warm: come! conner
1T rains" says Dunn. Says Dee, TT
pours."
1T blows" says Dec. Says Dunn: TT
roars."
"The children scream" says Tweedie Dee.
"Say yeli." says DUN. then right you'll
be-"
Dunn goes to bed" and Dee ''retires,-
Dunn says ''he dies" Dee, ''he expires"
Dee says: "he slumbered:" Dunn: He
slept"
Dunn says: Tho cried;" Dee says HE
wept."
That is tho ocean there" says DeA
Says Dunn: "Your pardon. that's the Sea"
Like this tho Tweedles through life 90.
One saying thus" the other. 80"
Which one Is right, or Dee or Dumi
None can to a conclusion come.
The difference Is the odds. you see,
'Twixt Tweedle Dunn and Tweedle Dee
Youths Companion.
To-day.
There's time to wake and time to sleep,
A time to labor, q time to rest;
There's a time to give and q time to keep.
Hre the hands at last fold over the
breast,
And tho form 10 still on the still white
In the crowded street. by the lonely
shore,
Make haste to lead whees the weary
tread
The good We do must bs done before
The stars are out-and the night 10 nigh,
Wherein We never may hush . sigh.
Some day tho hands 30 quick to caress
VIII clasp each other no morn: some night
Tho brow that the brown locks love to
press
VIII lift us last in the war for right.
The lips that offer sweet words Of hope
To hearts o'erburdened will move for
No aid from these for the lost who grope
y done.
We may wound or heal We may sooH or
But that we would do must be done to-day.
Charles Eugene Banks. In Chicago An
ter Ocean.
Since Love L. Gone.
Since love Is zone. will everything seem
dear
In day or night or season Of the year,
The autumn twilight or tho faint spring
dawn?
VIII anything seem sweet-sinoe love is
gomez
Since love is gone. how shall dare to go
Through old wood pathways that used
to know,
Seeking In sheltered spots nower-faoes
sweet
And talking to the brook beside my feet!
Love was the only theme we talked upon.
And will they know me now since love is
gone?
Yet. when I sought them In their solitudes
OF field, and hill. and overlapping woods.
They smiled at me in quito the same old
way,
And listening close. I heard their voices
say:
WI thihBS oIU otAStcuS uCeSs SwtAs oc
and thee,
And one Is love and one is memory"
Juliet v. Strauss. in indianapolis Jour
nal
Fact w. Fancy.
When last strolled these ways with
Grace
We chatted Of q country place
And light expenses:
A cottage framed in flower beds,
Yard trees of fir-with close-cropped
heads
And rustic fences
Then Love was ever to be king
And all the days with songs should ring.
And we would sing them;
Or might play the rustic squire
And read tho classics by the fire
II luck would bring then
A market gardener keeps the -.
And beets adorn the garden spot
So much for fancisoa
Grace welded some two years ago
A millionaire-she chanced to know
His circumstancesi
Chicago Daily Record.
Only.
It was only a trill Of sweet laughter
- III