The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-02-17

the critic and, shaking hands, said: Il
rather liked that idea OF yours Of last sun
day: that printing the verse Of your con
tributOrs. / suppose Washington must
have many poets whose verses you would
be glad to publish, even il the average
merit Is not high"
1T is not high, indeed" replied the
critic You know what Henry Vaughan
wrote.
Oh. us an casie thing
10 write and sing
Bus To- write true. uniegned verse
is very hard
There are many who think they can
write verse. but only few succeed in max
ing verses that will scan at all"
What, you believe. then. thai poetry
should be studied, set down, marked by
numbers"
"Of courset Tenuyson was a great poet.
and in the death Of HalIam he faced
d .sp grief, the two things were necessary
Too make In Mcmoriam the grief the
IGeep sentiment; and the training in verse
writing"
"Ah. you who deal with poetry are so
inconsistent. For my par, I am with But
Ter. who in his Miscellaneous Thoughts
declared that.
As vine that with its own weight runs is best.
Aud C1auted much more noble than the prest,
So IS that poetry whose gen t0us strains
tlow without -e-yie study. art. or pains.
well. here is some more verse sent in
to The Herald. and. at least Mr. Pbios-
opher, you viii not find any 'serviIe
study about most OF IT, Here is the first
contribution"
WHEN LOVE COMES BACK.
Eylg uislt hath as DAY.
Every day IT, csc.
Life IS uat always gay.
lovers uiU de,virs.
Winters u0as fade Away.
Seen vii come the rain.
Then the glorious sum VIII shine,
And Love come back again.
Upon r-u- brow che waving crIs
Ar- dancing u the wind.
Dearest, fdI-rst. best " girls.
Tell me. d. you and
That cold your heart grows with the snow.
I,ud.r with the Tain.
Tum - me. dear hyart-I'u know.
And Love come hack again.
E S Miller.
Don't you like that?" asked the phIos-
/ opher
/ ~ ell IuI uiE. ltlllEQ inc IIllt-
think that probably the person who wrote
/ that. and from the handwriting. il was
( evidently "a lady. was walking down the
/ street one day and found her footsteps
/ beating to the refrain. And Love Come
/ Back Again That is "a musical sort Of
/ line and So she thought she would write
! a poem around it. The result. I think. Is
! hardly satisfactory. The poem is too in
/ coherent. II jumps too much.
! 'Ah.' said the philosopher, you are
/ too hard 20 satisfy. Have you any more
eTusion I'm your basket?'
/ Yes answered the critic. Here is
/ a poem that is sent me by q young lad.
/ 1 have a tremendous enthusiasm for
youth and although this particular youth
/ has, as yet. not developed an ear for
that rhythmic quality which we call
meter, he has ideas. You notice what ne
calls his poem"
POEM or THREE SUBJECTS.
Ny business is young but that is not all,
To be able to walk. you first must crawl
! You FIRST must have plenty Of hustle and grit,
Then you must learn 10 use your wit
Wit is needed TO help you climb
From YOUTH 20 old age sublime.
And, as Shakespeare SAYS wit depends on time ID
Zen So your time depends your wit,
TO help sou along yuU see Mt.
The ancient kings OF E1rnpe's lines.
! Had wits to Chide with them b5tmeS.
And for all the scof that they endured,
\ clearer head vas FOR them assured
Now for the grit that supports the Wit,
Even as the man possessing a.
! Grit is the bIuuter brother Of hustle
And, ike lccci sticks with all its muscle.
II Is identified with persistence that flaming cwc
/ Which wise men acquire necessary fuel,
To stay them through the fight, though business be
! slim.
And to always wade in with push and a vim.
Next comes hustle. the peer Of them all.
For The world feels the shock Of a hustlcr's fan,
| \ hustler always makes things hum
And KEEPS his wits at the end Of his tongue.
By this I mean. ready for instant use.
For he takes ample time 70 reruse
The markets opening each day.
And an that his brokers have to say
And all the orders TO buy and sell
That cone from his customers ven.
In short, a man who hustleS and gains his point,
And sees opportunity from afar,
| Who strains every muscle. nerve. and Joint,
To make a trade where the ur0it is spare,
Just for the sake Of being there.
Is the kind Of & man that always promotes
The countfy's wealth and the countrys growth.
But really I ana only little boy.
With the world before me so can see
Al its hardships and al its joy,
And where I can its helper be-
Palmer Rawley.
Il can't. for the life of me, see how you
come 90 let that poem. as you call Il
pass" said the philosopher.
Can't your" said the critic; well. thai
lis perhaps because You are not family
man. Now, l. having boys of my own
like to try to enter into the spirit o.
youth. and. when, in this precocious age
/ can find a sturdy youngster braY'