The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-04-10

something pertaining to spirit which is
forever young. While we have youth In
our hearts we can naver grow old.
HENSON b. HICKS.
Bureau American Republics.
There is nothing can equal the tender
hours
When life is first in bloom,
When the heart, like a bee in wild of
/ flowers,
~Finds everywhere perfume;
When the present is ALL and IT questions
not
II those flowers will pass away,
But pleased with its own relightful lot,
Dreams never of decay"
EDNA BENNETT.
1914 Eighth street northwest.
Youths sweet roundelay is light-hearted
and gay
On life's busy tide as she goes drifting
through.
Untrammeled by woes. wouldst thou bid
age adieu?
Then scatter joys fast. while thy boats
gliding past;
Help kindness. and truth, then thy heart
will keep youth Mrs. f. d. FRANK.
Is q street northeast.
Imperial. Godike youth Attribute OF
the immortal, Sought after from Gre
atoms dawn. For thy fair possession
gladly would the millionaire exchange
his wealth. the king his crown. and the
sage his wisdom. Youth, thou foretaste
of heaven! Fair season when hope is
high. the future rosy. the earth beautiful,
and existence itself one delicious dream.
ARTHUR LENOX.
Lock Box IA
The fairest flower in the garden of ere
alton is a young mind Offering and un-
folding itself to the influence of divine
wisdom as the heliotrope turns its sweet
blossoms TO the sun r. f. TANNEHIII.
205o C street northwest.
Youth is the gay and pleasant spring of
life when JOY is stirring i'm the dancing
blood and nature calls US with a thou
sand songs TO share her general feast.
PurcenyIle Va.
Yes, memory makeaus young or old;
It's what we are. our storys told:
Love, life. and trath. you're free from
care,
Then memory II keep YOU young and fair;
You can't grow old. time would not dare.
KATHERINE O'BRIEN.
- 5 street northwest
! Youth, enthusiasm, and tenderness are
like the days OF spring. Instead of com
planning, oh. my heart. of their brief du-
ration, try TO enjoy them.
/ Mrs. ESTHER COCHRAN.
a32 6 street northwest
April is here. the same glad smile and
voice Of ringing cheer We know her by
a hundred ways-the brooks are singing
glad and long. the green begins to show
/ IN turf and leaf. frogs croak in the cheer
/ full twilight. and robins and blueiavs
/ ring forth the blithesome message. The
summer days are near" Arbutus and
violets throw their spring fragrance on
/ the air. The whole earth pulsates with
returning life as countless fairy fingers
prepare the summers robes. Our lives
are April DAYS, holding the germs Of
what we hope or fear 20 blossom some
time far away n "a cc,.,-,.
! Has Seventeenth street
There is nothing can equal the tens-
When life is first in bloom,
When the heart like bee in a wild OF
flowers
Finds every where perfume:
When the present is all. and it questions
not,
If those flowers should pass away.
But Esseased with its own delightful lot.
Dreams never Of decay"
\. Z. FORESTER.
/ III Massachusetts, avenue northeast.
All possibilities are in its hands.
No danger daunts it. and no foe with
stand:
In it's sublime audacity of faith,
BE thou removed" it to the mountain
/ saith.
And with ambitious feet secure and
proud.
Ascends the ladder leaning on the cloud.
-Longfeliow-
d. J. FINN
/ Post-ofhce Department.
! Youth is the gay and pleasant spring OF
/ life when JOY Is stirring in the dancing
blood and nature calls US with thousand
songs to share her general feast.
Mrs, J. J. OCoNNELIA
s34 ! street northwest.
"REMINISCENCES.
Turn back thy hands. clock Of time;
| Just for the nonce I'd be
| A child in yonder wooded dell,
And swing beneath the tree.
The babbling brook sings in my ear;
| I hear the cardinals note;
The school bell calls me as of yore
From out its iron throat
Give me my top and catapult,
My jackknife and my kite;
fain would be boy again
For but a day and night,
Though childish joys are gone for aye,
And I am old. forsooth,
Not all the years I've lived can blight
My memory of youth.
CHARLES ALBERT BREwTON.
| &C S street northwest
Days of my youth. We have gliden away;
Hairs of my youth. We are frosted and
gray;
Eyes of my youth, your keen sight is no
more;
Cheeks of my youth. We are furrow'd all
Ger;
Strength of my youth, all your vigors
gone;
Thoughts of my youth, all gay visions
are flown.