The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-12-31
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BY A. NOBODY
BY A. NOBODY

/ II By A. NOBODY IL
Christmas---Fare Thee Well
Solong Santa Claus you brought JOY and you brought
sorrow still smingly Come again!
To you Comedy, to others, Tragedy Some did
not open you others laid bare their souls
Some you with dry eyes, Others because of the
ory hood ushered you in with their cheeks
Some had greet you with the look that belongs to wild
animals when they forth kill their kind others grasped
your hand without the that BELTS those going through
great sentence.
Some welcomed you because of feast in others
because their souls hungered.
To entrance though trumpet for action
had sounded to others a knel of unrest
To you brought back isped in baby days. to
others toward sardonic deity
Solong, Santa fare thee well, Christmas Great the
play enacted before eyes, and the players Because
of you Resignation sits content in many cell.
Because of you there Grief that burns soul, and
anguish to pray.
Your coming made many face grow white, and many
soul winter.
Because of you there many reconciliation between
aid their God and because of you there
backened more of the pages in heavens records.
Many sat throughout dismal and ghosty night think
ing their thoughts of pain and many rested in peace with
smile their face somewhat like the smile of boyhood when
Mother forgave.
You what you are-Christmas and wish you bon
voyage.
voice from great army the dslusoned tells you
of hatred, and of love.
Come again. lest the habit of kindness be os the meaning
of mercy be mred and love make world beautiful
| to live in.
Ye Singer in Quod
To H. S. Med. (4s3)
You Prison Bard who sing from lonely cell,
Voicing thought that bid the lowest to look high,
| Faint not Yours is the power to weave SPELL
And in some heart your words will never die;
For your reward, answer to your prayer
Christ.
If you can to some baffed soul give grace
Not counting self as high, counting fame;
If you will show still may
Your station be of rank and your
Shall stand for those who strove for good,
And echoed be through years of brotherhood.
Sing on your words of calm that dry tear
Sing from thy SOUL although thy lips be dumb.
Let those who will bombast with scott and sneer,
To other hearts open truth may come;
Gods gift to you lies in the songs you send;
And souls shall sing because you sang Our Friend.
It's Rose Time in Killarney, Lad, Come Home
(Our Weakly Hit
Every married man see is sort Of king to me-
Every married woman make sad;
For it's then get to dreaming, thinking like and
scheming
Our he little kid will call ne Dad
>tr last sh letter from coIeen-there's better
Lass IN all Ems Isle the foam;
She just little hstfu, but the csme wistfu;
It's rose time in Killarney lad come home sweet home
CHORUS
Killarney don't they when you nigh
The birds in the ''boreen" have lost their thrill;
And even who always sang sings but to hide sgh
And It's answered to me always from the hill.
The turf hut doesn't the old folks
can see it in their steps across the oam-
blckbrds thrill their message send to YOU
It's time in Killarney, lad, hOmesweet home.
Sure know her heart breaking with its everlasting aching
| For the lad she loves that's far the sea;
And ship will he bringing again hear her singing
| The songs she has been keeping just for me-
1t needs but her voice to thrill and her loving
| With resolutions neer again
And what betide colleen there beside me