The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-03-06


OF the twenty-one poems in the PAM
phlet there are several which touch the
lighter side of life Take the one on
.'Klondike," written at the age of eigh-
teen:
Got some news to tell yer,
Makes me mighty bold;
Husban's up to Klondike
Spadin' up the gold.
Think about, yer wadin'
Up and down the snow.
Kickin over gold-chunkS
Everywhere you go!
Wouldn't mind the losin'
Half dozen toes
For the sake O. nayin' w r.
All a-body owes.
Livin' in a sno"y-hut.
Sleepin' on the sice,
Dreamn o the sunshine
Don't you call it nice?
Husban', when he went there.
Writ me that he found
Little golden mushrooms
CROWN from the ground.
Long about the fall-time
Every little breeze
Makes the dollars rattle down
From the golden trees.
Straighten up yer wardrobe
Jne the caravan;
Hustle for the train, but
Don't fergit yer fan.
Talk about the Southland
Sugar-cane an all!
'Druther go to klondike
Eff / had to crawl!
In the same vein and tracy of the soiF'
are the lines "At the Sorghum-Bilin ~:
Amt it nice at set of sun
When the grindin' cane is done
Jest to sit around in line
Nanny with a torch o pine,
You with your gal, me with mine,
At the sorghum-Dllng
Don't you love me purity we'll?
If you do, Jest mp and tell :"
Thus yer darlin' might remark
As you set back in the dark
Nothing else to do but spark,
At the sorghum-bihn
When the blazes twist and Irvine
Round each other like vine
How we watch the bubbles break!
What funny fuss they make!
| kin alters keep awake
At the sorghum biin.
A stanza or two from Song of Life"
illustrates the writer's more serious work
while at the same time embodylng counsel
of perennial value:
Take life-the sad the pleasing
Whatever God hath sent
The burning and the freezing,
And Herewith be content!
If men could rule the weather
And order bloom and snow.
They, all of them together,
Would fill the earth with woe.
They'd find thousand reasons
To change creations plot
To rcnovate the seasons
And make December hot.
Not to multiply quotations, what do
you think of the following lines written
by this seventeen-year-old boy, child Of
North Carolina, farm-lad in our western
hills? Pretty good, surely; worthy OF an
older head and ripper experience:
THANKSGIVING.
Let us shout glad hosanna from the green earth
In Thanksgiving for the beauty that shall never
fade die.
Earth is blest beyond comparing-let all crea'
lures thankful be
That the valley smiles with plenty from the
mountain to the sea.
There's the plowman with his horses and the
angler with his hook.
And the lover with his lassie and the scholar
with his book. -,
Oh the earth is rolling onward, leaving sadness
in the rear.
And the highway to the kingdom shines before
us bright and clear. b..
Not zephyr greets the morning but it bears
Incense f from affections altar echoes of celestial
rest;
And the night Of gloom and darkness is pre-
ude TO the dav ,
That is soon TO burst upon us in its golden, glad
array
Then the day will be the brighter for the night
that came and went
air will breathe content; t-t
And fine richest boon OF heaven will upon crca-
ton rest. .. -:
While the friendships long forgotten springs
anew within the breast.
Thus the Father of the faithful stretches out his
To nronounce the benediction OF his love upon
rbon The mountains catch the echo, and repeat it
again, ~ IL. -
And the forest bows approval anu V"e '"i1 ~
spends "Amen!
Poorer verse has appeared on calender
ed paper and from maturer minds. The
present pamphlet was pubhshed 1870 AT
Moravian Falls, in Wilkes county, py
Pearson Bros. The author concluded MS
preface with a forecast of future work.
II have another book of poems ready for
the press. 1t will appear early next
spring, and will contain all OF my latest
and best work.
HIGHT C. MOORE.
The Worlds Work for March is strik-
~. re mn