The Washington herald., 1907-07-14

/ Heart Of my heart.
/ And the passionate longing
! Sitting and chilling my heart 70 its core
/ Is hushed at thy mumur is answered, ali answered
Its depths 70 be troubled OF swept neTerrnore
Soul Of my soull
/ On wonderful jewel
Bestowed on my bosom BY God IN His love,
: Shriyed DC my soul and closer, drawn closer
By frail hands my lie toward the kingdom above
Il like it, too" said the Philosopher.
humbly. Lets pass on"
Now We come 10 an old friend, a per-
sistent poet. I don't think she meant any
particular significance when she named
/ IT."
TENACITY.
A great big tree stands out In the cold
Il doesn't look young and yet is not old
/ Us body is rugged. its limbs are ali straight,
One would think it could master most any old fate;
But my big tree is lonesome-its limbs are all bare
Like Miss Flora MeFlimsey. 1T has nothing %
! wear
Deserted By all OF its beautiful leaves;
It's spirit all broken. until It believes
| IL would be better 20 die than live so alone
And it gives big sign and Oh, such q groan.
Its troubles seem more than this tree can well bear
And It bends almost double with its weight Of de-
spair.
There's nothing 10 live for hat can see,
Not soul on earth canes for broken down tree.
Just then heard faint little squeak:
| Mister. viii you let old rag speaks
Wil you let an old rag be your friend and your
pardg
For ! eamo here and stuck to you. 50 don't treat
Through rain and through sunshine, snow, wind
l and sleet
When your leaves deserted you and fell at your feet
/ siaid By YOU pardnes, / cling like grim death,
! he ina Z 0sf Irssf
I'm only bit Of 81 old soled rag
But I've been as true 70 you, pard, as The stars to
The Gag.
Your green leaves tainted me- tried 70 drive ne
| away.
From your beautiful limbs. but came here to stay
III be ycurs for ell tine-h you don't give me the
shake.
No. I'm not much as trimmings. but can keep
ycu awake"
Allie Sharp Balch.
whats it all about?' asked the Philos-
opher.
1T sounds to me-" said the Critic. like
some slang phrase I've heard somewhere
what Is it?"
Chewing the rag? suggested the Phi
losopher.
For this relief, much thanks-that's IT,
reJoineG the Critic.
Hurry up" said the Philosopher. Il
want 70 get out into the country where
it cool. Got any more?"
Flows this?" asked the Critic:
LINES TO THE FRANKLIN PARK MAGNOLIA.
.. tree IN purest rcstments clad
Thou an a fitting priest.
To serve when all the earth IS glad
Upon this Easter feast
Gods mandate spoke. through the suns warm rays
Thy heart responded FIRST
And 10. IN early springtime days.
In bicssomed beauty burst
, And erstwhile. barr as cross Of old.
Through wreary winter wait
With bounding life thy buds unfold,
And ope 70 Heavens gate
Thy offering TO God thou giv'st.
All fitting. pure and Fcet,
II is IN service that thou liv'st
Aud thus thy W0Tships meet.
Thy blood becomes each beauteous flower.
As blood redeemed each soul:
| Thy resurrection Fpeaks the pow'r
That marks the Christians goal
Thou art the type Of serritude.
! AS We must live and be
With its true spirit 80 iEabged
| Through all eternity.
That we shall live 10 praise and die
| To self 40 His command;
And use ON best % gl0rify
The Fathers b0unte0us hand
Jos q. Hammer
And here" said the Critic as the Phi
losopher laid the poem down, is a con
tribuSion from one Of our earliest friends
He calls IT:
STILL INTERESTING.
TIE lumiuary bodies in that great vault Of ga
Bright daylight. twilight night. al ere stu inter
esting 70 view.
The signing winds the feeCy clouds. and those botl
dark and eerie;
The rolling thunder, the rainstorm. the fash O
lightning fiery:
OF august sights and sounds Ike these I woul
never grow weary.
The old trees, the gray rocks, the s-ass bespiIkle
with flowers Wild;
The old hills, the dark valleys, the brook-I kne1
them when a child;
And still I live near AID lnger where By them
am begliled.
The sights and sounds loved in nay youth befor
my heart knew woe.
Are still interesting they were in the long ago
John Ansohutz.
THE trouble with that gentleman 8
that he has too much ego. Why shoul
the world pant for the information tha
!. he finds the world still interesting? Yol
find It interesting. don't your"
e -'Of course, do" said the Critic, "Tr
. not that old"
well. don't get huffy about It. I dc
too, but I don't think It necessary Z
I. write verses about It. Now, that's a.
! the poetry I'm going to stand to-day
/. do not know a bank wherein the viii
= thyme grows but know where the vii
mint grows, and the ripping breeze o
. which the poets rave is stirred into be
ing by an electric far. Come with me
Mr.. Critic. I have tasted of your DR.
verse; the hospitality I now offer you
as liquid as my philosophy"
Verify" said the Critic laying asid
the MSS. with a sigh. 4 do regret m
much that I am on the wateT-wagon, bu
will go with you. nevertheless
And thus ended the days symposium!
THE LOADED JTNRIKISHA.