The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-06-24

For one swallow does not make sprlus
nor yet one fine day.-Aristotle.
II there comes a little thaw.
still the air Is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the groun below,
Dstbbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick In mud
In the meadows while you sing.
This Is spring."
C. p. Cranch.
For science is. like virtue. its own ex-
-eeding great reward.-Charles Kingsley.
And there's a lust in man no charm can
tame,
OF loudly. publishing our neighbours shame;
On eagles wings immortal scandals hy.
Whlle V1rtuouS actions are but born to die.
@uvenal Satlres.
Herds a1d q a s s5sh to % these hose. who a,So love me.
ana Whatever sky's above mo,
Here's a heart for every fate.
In the spring a livolier iris changes on the
FURNISHED dove;
In the spring a young mans fancy lightly
turns to thoughts of love.
-Iennyson, 'Locksley Hail."
When daisies pied. and violets blue.
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds Of yellow hue
do paint the meadow with delight.
Labor Lost"
II. Is the season now to go
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand.
Robert Louis Stevenson.
The holy spirit of the spring
Is working silently.
The boyhood Of the year.-Tennyson.
Oh. the lovely nckleness Of an April
Every tear Is answered by a blossom.
hv1 bjsnf sigh with songs and laughter
ASPIRATIONS upon the breezes toss them,
Susan Coolidge.
Now the noisy winds are still:
Aprtls coming up the hill!
~ A-a, the ne sp1riing Is in her train.
Pit, pat, patter, patter,
Sudden sun and clatter pattcr!
All things ready with a will.
Aprips coming up the hill!
Mary Mapes Dodge
The children with the streamlets sing,
When April stops at last her weeping;
And every happy growing thing
Laughs like a babe Just reused from
sleeping.
Lucy LarcOm.
Christ. the Lord is risen today"
Sons OF men and angels say.
Raise your joys and trlumphs high:
Sing, We heavens, and earth reply.
Charles Wesley.
iprings bursts today,
70 Christ Is risen and all the earth's Mt
play.
Christina G. Rossetti.
I think of fha 90 r1ar oFfor ~, q
And hope to my heart comes singing.
AT morn the c~herry-blossoms Will be
And the Easter bells be r,ngingyr
Edna Dean Proctor.
o risen Christ! o Easter flower.
How dear thy grace has grown!
Make all the world thine own.
Phillips Brooks.
Twas Easter Sunday. The fuu-blos-
Filled ali the air with fragrance and with
Joy.
-Longfellow.
Example is tho school of mankind, and
they Will learn at no other.-Burke.
Then cease, bright nymphl to mourn thy
ravish'd hair
Which adds new glory to the shining
Not all the tresses that fair head can
boast $50
Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost,
For after all the murders OF your eye.
When, after millions slain. yourself shall
die;
When. those fair suns shall set, as set
they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid In dust.
This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to
And midst the stars inscrlbe Belinda',
name.
Pope, rape Of the Lock"
Then horn for horn they stretch and
Dell tax the hindmost, on they drive.
Burns.
Love lent me wings; my path was like a
A lamp unto my feet. that sun wa.
given:
And death was safety and great joy to
But dying now. 1 shall not climb to
Michael Angelo.
Heav'n but the vision OF fulflrd desire.
And hell the shadow from a soul on fire,
Omar Khayyam.
Nor love, nor honor, wealth nor pow'r.
Can give the heart q cheerful hour
When health Is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste OF pleasure flies.
Cay.
Why doth one mans yawning make an.
other yawn !-Rurtcn-
No eye to watch and no tongue to wound
Al earth forget, aud all heaven around us.
Moore.