The Washington herald., 1907-03-24

Critic. Come with me, and If perchance
we ran into an accident why. your phi
losophy shall come 10 our aid"
With this amicable understanding the
twain. good friends enough. though they
do not always agree. were soon bowling
along the country roads.
And your poets?" asked the Philoso-
pher, when he was quite assured that the
road vas clear ahead
why. I fear me that they are getting
humorous. You remember, Philosopher,
the poet who sent me verses about Hail
10 SPRING well. here is a man who has
capped our springtime rhymes. Listen 10
this:
SPRING HAIL
read a verse Of rhyme this morn,
The title was "Eal spring.
II seems As spring bit just born.
Tis rather soon to sing
It's praises. Tor we all well know
Spring signs do often fail
Its title may be changed when SNOW
And sest bring spEing HsiL
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Nicely hit eff, I call IT," said the
Philosopher. - Ike the man who has
an eye for a witty retort. We all take
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''Perchance we do" the Critic replied.
4 like what Walter Scott has 10 say
about humor. though he could be serious
enough himself, at times. You remem-
Der What an ornament and safeguard
Is humor, Far better than wit for a poet
and writer It is genius itself, and so
defends from the insanities.
An apt quotation. truly. said the
Philosopher; but verses, now; have you
more OF them7'
why. here is what is known as dia-
lect verse. You read IT, Fer my part.
like my poetry written IN English
Let's have q" said the Philosopher,
and this e what he read.
DE GROUN' HOGS 'sPLANATION.
An seed de or gToun' hos
A-sittin' on l1g.
In Am say: Watts de madieri
You didn't see so siadder
Yit Ee couldn't had no wose weider ef you had eri
Den de gToun' hos be rave.
En- den stop en look grave;
IN say: 'Tguzut lie tguz light
All seed nah shaddcr in de night
Brer Rabbit TUX me out eu bote me GA twel All got
tight
Wen Ah ief' de saloon
Ah seed de slbef moon,
In nah shadder- Den All run.
Kaze Al tho't hit vuz de- sun.
In en- Al got back en- caWl'd inter nah hole. All
done.
sleepn soun DER ah lay,
lie weeks a-Tassin way
TWel de sNt wu1 m0s'ly gone;
Den An woke en- gip Ter yawn
In dat counts fer de bad Eeider you done had,
-Iobp knscAutz
Z have some more serious than that. f"
said the Critic, as he noted his friend lay
down the ground-hog poem without COM
ment
Then let us have them. good friend.
An, what is this?"
A SONG OF GLADNEss
lCopyIight by AiIs. II. d. Linooln-l
I would sing q happy sonEst,
Without trouble IN t.
Full Of good VIII ia its measures
And the many. many treasures;
Hearts We love give
All the way. day by day.
Great good viii and sunshine
All the Way.
/ woald sing for those around ne.
Gay. or glad. or sad, maybe,
Gathering rays Of Gods dear sunshine
For yuur life, and maybe mine.
Where the shadows come 50 often
All the way day by DAY,
With the good viii and the sunshine
All the way.
would sing for lore ana gladnsss
And forget the sin and sadness,
Looking upward where the glory
Tells again the same old story,
Love has written all the ages,
All the way, every day,
With the love and life and sunshine
Ali the way.
How do you like it?'' asked the Critic.
"WeIl, how should I say? The lady
seems to have departed from her original
intent"
How do you mean7"
why. mark the first line: would
sing a happy sonnet Pray, how many
lines hath a sonnet?"
ION, you are too critical"
Not at all Publish it if you wish, but
you err if you do not call attention to
the fact that you cannot make a sonnet
by calling it so. There are certain rules
in poetry. II you break them-well, at
least. you don't make sonnets that way. "
wei, 1 shall print it, anyway. II you
meet the author OF the lines, you may in
struct her I have two more here One
pathetic and the other
Let's have the pathetic first my Critic;
but-careful there; here comes a farmer s
wagon. Turn warily here. My philosophy
will not mend broken bones"
"Sit still; we are all right. There was
not that we'll and adToitly done7 Now
for the poem. Thus it is:
Ia SOEUR CHRISTINS.
An little sister the veil cannot hide
The sweet Of the smile on the face inside,
Nor the light ia the eyes. not all piety.
But a something else for the wise to see.
Think y0u at night. when you kneel in prayer,
With the Yeii thrown of and your arms ali bare
The PRAYER forgot-that the face you see
And hold to your lips in youT reTerg-
Feels net your kiss IN the far-of town7
Little white sogl. in tie straight black gown,
Dear little sister, whose despdysd sin
Is that she falterod and let love IN
John Marsh
"Ah, that is something like il. The man
mas ideas and can express them. I ike
that verse much But if you have any
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