The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1900-03-04
AN HOUR WITH The POETS
fBY 8. N. scRUoos.,

say ne has won fame and fortune, too, and
he deserves both. One OF his best poems Of
recent date is worth much. as It shows thu
religious progress Of sambo. so. ~ Chang
Clark would say. hero goes:
NEW REVIVAL HYMN IN GEORGIA.
| Ef Moses ever hit dat rock
En- make dc water dy,
| He must been IN de country
| Whar eyer'ting wuz dry.
Moses time gone byi
Wen you hits de rock now.
Don't see no water nyl
| III Joshua ever stop dat sun.
/ gwine ter tell you why:
'Twuz ten mile ter de highest town.
En- Joshua fecln' dry!
Oh. believers.
Joshuas time gone byl
De sun he never stop no mo-
What time you feelin' dryi
~
Whatever one may think of the literary
ability Of Eugene Il. Ware OF Topeka. and
known to the people as 'Ironquill." all ad-
NIT that be is one OF tho most original and
breezy writer's OF the sunnower studded State
OF Whats-the- matter-wth- Kansas. II is said
that Tom Reed keeps every bit OF Wares
writings that he can lay his elaphantins
ilippers on Wares poem on "a Kansas
Cyclone" was copied in fully $4,000 papers,
ereat and small The following from Wares
pom will no doubt interest my transmigra-
zionist friends. 1t is headed:
THE VIOLET STAR.
II have always lived, and always must"
The sergeant said when the fever came;
From his burning brow we washed the dust,
And we hold his hand. and we spoke his
name.
millions OF ages have come and gone
| The sergeant said as we held his hand
They have passed like tho mist of the early
Since LEFT my home in that far-or land"
We n eSds him hush, but he gave no heed
Drifted as drifts the cottonwood seed;
came" said he. from the Violet star.
Drifting In cycles from place to place
I'm tired, )" said he. ''and I'm going homo
To the Violet Star, IN the realms OF space
Where loved to live, and will not roam
For rec always lived and always must,
Aud the soul in roaming may roam too far:
have reached the verge that l daro not
And I'm going back to the Violet star"
The sGrseant was still. and We famed his
There came no word from that soul SO
tired
And the buge rang. from tho distant peak.
AS the morning dawned and tho aicFets
fred
The sergeant was buried as soldiers are;
And We thought all day AZ we marched
through the dust;
His spirit has gone to the Violet STAR
He always lived. and he always must"
~
j. B. Dorman OF Colorado can sling triils,
roulades, bravuras and symphonies and catch
the festive mountain trout all at the same
| time. As II Is about time for the fishing
season in South Texas We therefore pre-
sent today Dormans latest roillcking ruby
of rhyme culled from poetic pansy blos-
som:
LET'S GO FIsHIN.
Bring forth the royal ooachman, boys,
The backles and the others:
Take down the reel, the rod and line,
My piaratorlaI brothers.
uufurl the long-top wadlng boots
And gently soak the leaders,
For these last days OF bllthesome May
Are all trout-hshlng breeders.
BTueh up the good old fairy tales
or many charming season,
Antodiluvian though they be
And lacking rhyme or reason,
The sportsman's eye VIII brightly shine
DER tales OF battles royal
And tho the telling hints OF age
Not one Will prove dlsloyal.
Revisit all the failing grounds
In fnncy's broad dominion,
And hear again the war of words
To back each curt opinion
or flies and casts aud reels and rods
And fishlore good and plenty.
The thrill will catch yeu as u did
When you were one and twenty
~
Under this head can not overlook an OPP
portunlty 10 jolly my female readers. and 80
I give herewith a fash OF facts, rolled into
rhapsody by Edith G. Banaeld, Miss Ban
field or the guy who edited her poetic copy
one or the other or both--eft It headlcss.
I'm poor hsad-llner, but I'll ehrlnten It. the
best can, as:
WAFER MAssER NIT vAssARf
Wake the dear old name OF vassar
Ring II, sing H. loud and clear,
Vine-clad Vassar OF the Hudson.
Alma Mater, near and deari
Ring ~, Sing ". shout and sound II,
To the four winds give her name.
Let the purple hills resound II
And the river bear her fame.
Wide she gathereth her children
From far coast and distant plain,
Teachoth them the way of knowledge
Scattereth them wide again.
Wisdom, honor, truth and beauty,
These are hers. and hers to give.
Priceless gifts OF high bestowa