The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-02-10

local poets have been hard at work and
many OF their illusions have been
trusted TO The Herald dockyard for
launching to the world Four OF these
goodlv craft take the water to-day
They are varied in theme as in design,
and they fare forth stanchiy on their
way and as they sail we remember
that:
The poet in golden cline was born,
With golden stars above,
DowCrd with the hate II hate, the scorn q scoTn.
The love Of love
The first poem from our contributors
is:
A VALENTINE.
II ! might make a wish
And ask for love ard fame and wealth,
And knew they would be mine.
One other wish q
To have sou tell me true;
Dear heart sou are my Valentine.
II love bscsrns blight.
And fccting fame as dew.
And riches took their flight.
To have this word from YOU
I'd call the whole world mine.
Dear love, I am your Valentine
Then love would walk the way.
No need e wealth and fame
The Sun would light our day;
Osr wish and hope the same.
The whole world. thine and mine.
Wed always Be-. One Valentine
Ellen Maynard.
The second is from tender hearted
lady, who. we happen TO know, makes
II a practice during the cold winter,
when the snow is on the ground and
food hard 20 get, to feed the sparrows.
This is her poetical plea.
ONLY A LITTLE BROWN SPARROW.
Not one Of them is forgotten before God."-Luke
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I'm only a little sparrow
A bird q low degree.
Ms life Is Il little yslue
But the dear Lord cares fCT me.
He gives me coat Of feathers;
r Is very plain, J know,
Without a sIetk Il crimson,
For it was not made foT show.
Sru # keeps me warm in winter.
Aud it shields me from the rain.
Were u bord0es! with gold and IFTpe,
Perhaps 10 W0gld make me saIn.
J have no barn or storcholse.
J neither s1E nor reap.
God gives me a spauuWs portion
And never a SEED To keep
r. as nov. my meat be s-auty.
Close IecbiuE makes it.sFeet-
J have ALWAYS enough 60 feed me,
And life is more than meat
Ye know there arr many sraT0Fs.
eel. over the world found:
But our Heavenly Father knoEcth
when one q US falls 20 the ground,
Tho small we are not forgotten.
Tho weak, We are not afraid,
Fer We know that the dear ICrl kcepCtl
The lifo II the creatures dc made
am only little sparrow.
bird # lrs degree
bus I know that the Father loves me-
VIII thou not Ills amuucr b..
The Little Brown Sparrow.
Tho next one Is rather surprising in
that one hardly would expect 20 find
the muse haunting the gilded chambers
OF finance But the poet admits where
the poem came from In its title:
TREASURY DEPARTMENT SOLTLOQUY.
I've been lookn at the papers. and on every sheet
slc
An account most intcrrstin' to poor folks Ike you
an me.
The country seems a-bustin' with prosperity galore
And With folks a-makiE' money till they can't make
any more.
Ont in Kausas there's the CON crop. Can't get
cars t0 haul the stuf.
Raised hundred million bushels and that's pretty
Down ia Teas raisin, cotton. bout a hundred mil.
lion bales,
And from Geargias famous peach crop comes a
stunHin Dot q tales
Up in little old New YORK the stock exchange is
raisp shares.
Incidentally a-raisin' Ned among the bulls and bears
Al tho railroads raisn money for 20 double-tTack
their lines.
And old Caforuy's raisin' grapes to make the best
Of wines.
out in Utah there's no trouble with our sturdy
Teidys plan.
For the families they're rasln' would delight most
And even in the Senate they are rasn points acute
In connection with the moral view Ct seatin Brother
Smoot-
Now this is quite encouraging, but when look at
I fail to see the boom that's on from Florida to
Nome
Thars plenty things a-bsiu' raised about all the
while.
But close investigation shows they're quite another
style.
For instance there's the next years rent; likewise
the price Of coal:
The bateaers boosted prices and the bakers raised
his toll.
Uncle sam has raised the quality Of things we have
% chew.
Which no doabt is very healthy but he's raised the
prices too.
So I've come 60 this conclusion. while surrounded
with the wealth
That other folks are settin It's wearin' the
health
For there's only one solution, and it's just as plain
as day
To command nay fun approva-they have got to raise
ms pay
Herbert G. Hopkins.
The last is cheerful note of healthy
optimism. a good counteT-irritant for
the bleakness Of the winter that is
upon US.
WINTER LANDSCAPE
Though blighting winter reign without
And hurting winds defiance shout.
My spirit forth doth fare,
And inner-yisi3nd verGure tells
The forest where ms fancy dRelis
Is never bleak and bare
sam. NJ. Gaines.