The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1908-04-03

fling at Easter eggs. What a
dited to an Easter egg!
The contest will close at
and some one is going to get Fl
Get busy!
A few Of the recent poem
follow:
Adde'S spring poem. written as a
song TO a Symmetrical Gentleman b.
the name OF symme, and entitled:
AN Up-to-date Chickadee Bird"
4 chic Addie" perched on a limb one
COf grubbing work she had grown
She thrilled and triIIed in the spring
time way,
And these are the words she was
heard TO say:
It's unique-tra-la.
For a chic, tra-la.
Little bird like me, 10 expect a knee
To grow as joint in four-hmbed
But the limb was part of a Symmetry
Which made fos the gay little "chic
Addie,''
Such a lap Of lazy luxury
That she wanted to sit in it constant
ly,
And tits said. tra-la,
That her head. tra-la,
Was turned by the bark, OF the Symme-
Which made sweet music IN the "chic
Adela.de.
Ny sad heart mourneth the cherished
That perished with the burial Of the
flowers,
But. on! / saw the BUDDHISM OF the
youthful Spring;
I heard the fiutJer OF an azure wing.
The brook. unburdened OF It's icy sigh,
Became the liquid mirror Of the sapphire
The balmy winds, with laughter wild
Bore rapturoGs greeting to the waiting
Ny soul arose from out its mist OF tears.
AS when the first faint g!eam Of morn
Ny spirit caught the thrill Of bliss.
And trembled at the touch OF Spring
Oh. soul! mourn not for days. death
bauished far,
But rise and clasp the rapture Of the
Mrs. William Trauty.
The Avon. Eleventh street and Column
bia road.
When the robin from the tree tops
Sings his blithest roundelay,
And the bat steals from his cover
AT the gioming Of the day
When the swallow homeward coming
Circles round the farmhouse caves.
And the gentle zephyrs blowing
Kiss the fragrant newborn leaves.
When the maiden with her lover
WandcrS forth down lovers la1e,
And from the wooded corps hare by
Comes the meek dove sad refrain
And the baSs-vOiced hullfrog
Tunes UP his throat 10 sing.
And from the pond comes me sopranos,
Then we know IT'S gentle spring.
Aadromeda C.. Neasher
7l3 Ninth street northwest.
Rushing madly down the hillside.
To the world the brooklets sing
OF the God VINO all things maketh.
OF the God who gives US spring.
To the birds they tell the story
That the sprinCIime now IS here;
Bids them build their nests securely,
So they filter far and near
To the trees ard to the grasses.
To the seeds where ere they fell,
To all forms o. live IL speaketh
Then the cir IS soft and balmy.
Then the light. fresh breezes blow;
Then the flowers their bright eyes open,
Then tbs gentle spring we know.
II is then We hear the robin.
II ig then the viOlets bloom.
1t is then the air IS ladened
with the Nav flowers sweet perfume.
Miss Helen Knox,
as Shepherd St NV, Petworth-
We welcome thy return. o spring.
With balmy air and yilets blue;
To YOU n simple lay I'll sing,
For to thee praise, when praise IS
due
The cooling dove thy warmth reveals,
AS TO his mate he strives;
To show the tender love he feels
And WOO her by such wiles-
And lovers. too. so shy. so coy,
With hearts with love afiame.
Can III conceal that secret JOY,
That lovely spring IS back again.
The birds and bees. and brooks. eni
rills
with music hail thy coming;
AS angels their "Hosannas' sing,
For Christ on Easter morning
OH that our lives were pure and plair..
AS snrIngtine's modest flowers;
And that our words were kind and soft.
AS springtines gentle showers.
r. A. Diggs.
6O3 South Columbus street.
Alexandria. Va.
I'm writing this poem on beautiful
IN bop n s. that to me FIVE dollars twill
bring.
T need that five TO buy me some clothes
Before Easter Sunday comes and goes
IRIS said that then you must wear some
Or vour luck will be hard and your
friends will he few.
So now with the budding Of flower and
I hope that you'll send that five dollars
All errors in diction now please over
For I'm thinking this poem will sure
"Set the hook
John r. Newman.
212s I, street northwest
March
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