The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-09-07
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GEMS IN VERSE;. i
The Little Streets. +
"Tomorrow I'll do II, ".says Bennie.
al will by and BY" says Seth.
~Not~ now-pretty soon, " says JENNA
"In a minute" says little Beth.
Oh. dear little people. remember
That, true as the stars in the Akys
The little streets Of Tomorrow,
Pretty Soon and By-and:by
Lead, one and all,
As straight, they say,
As the Kings highway,
To the city Of Not at ALI
Annie 3. Donnell In Youths Companies
I Were You.
II I were you, I'd see my path OF duty
30 plain and straight, without a curve or bend, :
And walk upon 1t, without swerve or falter,
From LIES beginning straightway to its end
I'd be so strong, 50 faithful and so true,
] would. II I were you
II I were you, I'd live upon . pittance
And save up money for a rainy day
And never buy a pretty own or jewel
Or take q bit of pleasure by the way,
md then I'd be 30 cheerful, never blue,
I would. II / were you
II I were you and friends that knew You Ion.
geat
Would hurt ant wound. advice unasked would
give,
I'd still fo-bear and cherish all their virtues
And ever with them In contentment live.
I'd be 80 faithful. constant through and
through,
I would, II were you
II I were you and found some gentle woman !
Who gave you sweetness, trust and sympathy,
I would not turn to them for consolation,
But seek alone the barren friendship tres,
Nor try to find a broader mental view.
| Al, no; ] would not-not II ] were you Gjt
And IL . man should help you with his liking
To stronger purpose or to drawer deed
I'd do without his presence and incentive,
Lest all the gosaips' tongues thereby should
speed, &
Although 1t take from Life its pleasures few
] would, II were you.
n I were you. I'd stay In old Enclosures
And be consistent all the way along. =
No matter what the stress and strain of Life 81
Temptations, trials, sorrows. loss among.
All this and more I'd do, !,
I would, II ] were you r.+ Il
But for myself, a. ! am Just . woman,
I'll take what help and gladness ! can find,
Nor make . pledge to absolute perfection,
And all my way to hard heroics bind,
Content to think, with kindly deeds az leaven.
While here / dwell I lose no hope Of heavea, 1
And 30, withal, at Last I may not rue
Not doing as-I would II l were you.
AIMS Olcott Commsiin- 4
Chnd and Mother. 4
o mother, my love, II you'll give me your 4
And 60 where I ask you to wander,
! will lead you ava to q beautiful land,
The dreamland that's waiting out yonderl =
Well walk in the sweet posy garden out there
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming
And the flowers and the birds are filing ths
air l-F II
With the fragrance and music Of dreaming
ThereIl be no little, tired out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you;
There'll be no little bruises or bumps TO o.
Nor patching Of stockings to vex you. =
For I'll rock You away ON the oliver dew
And sing you asleep when you're weary,
And no one shall know Of our beautiful dream
But you and your OWN Little dearie.
And when I am tired I'll nestle my head L
In the bosom that's soothed me 30 often.
And the wide awake stars shall sing In my Gtead
A song which my dreaming shall soften.
30, mother, my love. let me take your dear
hand,
And away through the starlight wei wan
Away through the mist to the beautiful land.
The drsamland that's waiting out yonderi
Eugene Field
~. Mtrror Y tt q
Ny mirror tells me that my face is fair,
And can I doubt but that 1t tells me trusf
Ny mirror says that I have golden hair
And cheeks like the wild rose and eyss q
blue. z
I say, Dc I indeed these charms possess,
o trusty glass2" Ny mirror answers "Yss.",
When lovers talss this heart all free from care
have surfeited with Aattery's clcy!ng sweet
Unto my mirror do I straight repair
And cry: 20 mirror, ia this all decetti
Bay, do I merit praise and fond caressf"
Then doth my trusty mirror answer Yea
Deem me not vain. I pray, for we'll I know
That when LIES akies have lost their roy
hue EH4
i must one day unto my mirror 60
And say, "Oh, tell me. mirror, 10 Is trus
That every day my youthful charms grow
.# ~
Then must my trusty mirror answer "Yes."
And, oh, I trust that In that later day, 't
The time Of silvered hair and fading Eght, ;
When / unto my looking glass shall say,
20 mirror, with my beauty's waning Light !
Doth honor also fail and virtue soS"
Then may mine truthful mirror answer No
Margaret B. Mauro IN MoClure's Magazine
Each In his Own Nsme. "
A fire mist and a planet,
A crystal and . cell, -
A jellyfsh and Q murian
And caves whsre' the cave men dwell
Then q sense Of law and beauty
And q face turned from the olod-
Some call 1t evolution, -
And others call 1t God. Z
A haze on the far horizon,
The infinite, tender sky; .
The ripe, rich tints Of the oofndelds
And the wild geese sailing high
And all over upland and lowland
The charm Of the goldenrod-
Some Of us oei IL autumn,
And others call IL God.
Like the tides on a crescent seabeaah
When the moon Is new and thin,
Into our hearts high ~yearnings
Come yelling and surging n.
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foos has troA-
Some Of Us call 1t Longing,
And otbapo call a God.