The commonwealth. (Scotland Neck, N.C.) 1896-1929, 1902-10-23
POETIC JINGLES.
Loss.

Loss.
Who that hath lost some dear-beloved
friend
But knoweth how-when the wild grief
is spent
That tore his soul with agony, ana did
Zen to the misunderstanding armament
The blighting darkness of his shadowed
There surely follows peace and quiet sor-
That lead his spirit, by divinest art,
Fast the drear present to that glorious
morrow
Where parting is not, neither grief nor
fear!
But how shall he find comfort, who sees
die,
Not the one presence that he held most
But from his heart hope as Heaven
high,
And from his life wish as Truth sub
lime,
Time?
-Hildegarde Hawthorne, in the Atlantic
The Dilemma of the Seasons.
When it's January weather, an the river
as it flows
Keeps on gittin' drowsy till it finally is
froze,
Oh, it's fine to snuggle close to where the
fire is burnin' bright,
Or else to pull the covers up around your
chin at night.
An the chores you might be doin' sort O.
fill your mind with pain,
An so you put 'em off until it's GUNNER
time again.
An when the June time greets US an the
roses blush an try
To HIDE from truant breeZes as they come
a-whisperin by,
When everything you notice seems to
tempt you out to play
An it, time to go a-fishin' every minute of
the day
WE'LL there's no excuse fur toilin' when the
skies are warm an blue,
So you guess you'll wait till winter, when
there's nothing else to do.
Washington Star.
A Memory.
A cottage and garden-spot,
A stretch of meadow green,
A pretty view of village homes
AdoNn the hill is seen.
In fancy once again I stand
BY garden gate alone;
watch the sunset colors fade,
The stars come, one by one.
hear the gently lowing cows
The chickens peep: Good night
See Lady Luna" rise and shed
And with this scene there always comes
fra GRANGE sweet and rare
From sweet-briar rose, that stately grows
And sheds its perfume therei
Long years have passed since last / saw
Ny childhoo6s happy home;
But sweet-briar fragrance round me floats
When back in dreams roam!
Minneapolis Housekeeper.
Anticipation and Reality.
We fix our minds on distant scenes
And save until at last we find
With pleasure that we have the means
o.quit awhile the weary grind.
We go and look the wonders DER,
And they are wonderful 70 more.
Men see success far, far ahead
And. striving. gaze with yearning eyes; !;
By devious pathways they are led
To grasp at last the SPLENDID prize
Then, sitting down, they wonder where
The joy Is they expected there.
We think of glory we shall win
When We have crossed to that bright
shore
Where there is neither woe nor sin
Ard trying tasks obtrude no more.
l wonder if there, too, we may
Find less than we expect, some day.
IS. e. kiser, in Chicago Record Herald.
Along Lilies way.
I only ask the strength-the grace
To take lifes crosses they come;
/ may not always see Gods face;
In darkness 1 am dumb.
Why should murmur at the way?
Life must have winter, even as May.
I count my gain and not my loss,
And still my soul is comforted
Though every path leads to a cross
Whose shadows hide Loves dead.
Out of the blackness of the night
God Weaves a laurel for the light
And still far off the light appears,
And still sweet benedictions fall:
The tears we shed are April-tears-
Sunlight is in them all!
Sorrow endureth-not for long
Joy cOmeth with the morning-song!
#. L. Stanton. in Atlanta Constitution.
Cheerful Whistler.
When troubles in battalions
Come to him day by day,
He looked toward the morning
An Whistled 'em away!
In all the storm and darkness
He saw the rainbOw's ray
Heard voices of the morning
And whistled grief away!
He felt the fall of Sorrow
But what was there to say?
Far off the bells were ringing:
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