Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1900-01-12
4 SOLILOOUY.

Hes lynn out there in tn c%hurchyaru;
we buried him jes' yesterday,
AM I'm fOldin' his OF black Prince AL
bert an layin' it careful away.
Poor Silas! He was a good husband!
When he got that coat first he was
I tell We an neat! 1 threw over some
mighty good offers for him.
l member tn first time he got it. right
0uten Il cOatmaker's store,
An come up to see me proudly wcarin'
it buttOned the wrong side before.
An it seems jes' Il few days we
was courtin' and hopin' an gay.
An here I'm a foldin' the old coat an
layin' it careful away.
He allus was good to me, Silas. Tho
sometimes l know I've been tried,
For l allus liked boiled potatoes and he
was Il wantin' 'em fried.
Sometimes he played sinch when
prayer meetin' l wanted of him to
attend,
But 1 don't blieve he really intended
the good Lord ever to offend.
An he alluS wore sOf' shirts to doin's
from the very first day We was we'd,
Where before he'd come out in a col
Il UlllIC (LlCillCuCu w cut i'll Ills
head,
But the Lord don't hold nothin' agin'
him an l know that l don't today.
When Pm foldin' his old black Prince
Albert an layin' it careful away.
The's a tear droppin' there on tn col
lar. a tear that's a seemin' to say
That I'm foldin' up all O. life's pleas
ures an layin' 'em careful away.
We don't st p to think when we're
Wearin' Our pleasures that
time We'll see
Tn time when they're folded up care
full an hung up in our memory.
[ don't know what it is that comes
DER me but my eyes is all bury
with tears
An it seems that I'm Twin this mo-
ment tn whole O. tn last twenty
years,
An I see everyone O. TIN pleasures I'd
almost forgot till today
When I'm foluin this OF black Prince
Albert an layin' it careful away!!'
LIGHTS AND SHADOWS.
Just a flash of the old time, that steals
through a mist to me,
Through a mist OF tears, as Il signal
light through q storm on a sullen
sea,
Where salt sprays fly and sea gulls c"y
'twiXt Il waste of sky and wave,
Where night winds howl and breakers
grOWl in dirge DER a doomed ships
grave.
just a fash of the old time, but it
soOthes and smOoths and cheers
An aching heart and a flower Of hope
is freshened with Its tears.
A perfumed air that fragrance rare
may bear to 4 Wearied soul
Where seas Of sand in a desert land
forth roll. and roll and roll.
Just a flash Of the old time, that CLEANS
and beams and then
1t fades away and Sorrow gray stern
leads us back again,
Back to the sombre present, to the
shadow, shade and gloom,
Where SORROWS fill ana songs are still
and flowers find no bloom.
Just a flash of the old time, but it's
splendOr clings and clings.
AS the clear. sweet note from a birds
glad throat through the distant air
that WINGS.
Rings forth gay and dies away with the
flight of the floating bird,
But there wakes in the heart the better
part and glad that it has heard.
just a flash Of the old time, that CLEANS
for you and me,
AS the whirl and whirr Of a meteor
that streaks from sky to sea,
Streaks with light in the rayless night,
that flashes fierce and fades,
Vf0 111Sfrn r0no md ryn rl01 ~, %1r,o,,,.l,
the darknesses and shades.
Just a flash Of the old time, a glimmer-
ing light in gloom,
A feeting ray of the light of day that
steals through the night of doom,
A rare, red ray and we bid it stay and
we kneel in the night and pray,