{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2708", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nCliap.3:S-3Copyright No.\\nSlielf_A-l5.St\\n]S^m\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SOME\\nHomely Little Songs\\nAlfred James Waterhouse\\nSan Francisco\\nTHE WHITAKER RAY CO.\\n(incorporated)\\n1899", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Library of Gcus^ec^\\nOffice cf Iho\\nBegfster of Copyrights,\\nPS 3646\\n53841\\nCopyright, iS^g\\nBY\\nAlfred James Waterhouse\\nSfeCOND COPY,\\nSUE. .VS-^", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "To one whbse love has never varied my mother this\\nbook of Homely Little Songs is dedicated.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "INDBX.\\nWhen Baby Prays 9\\nBunner of Frisco 11\\nHe Drifted 13\\nNow, Why Was This 15\\nWhen the Baby Died 17\\nNighttime in California 19\\nO er the Sea of Dreams 32\\nWhen I Went Out A-Harvesting Zi\\nArcady 27\\nLo, I Am the Changeless 29\\nWhen Pa Firs Et Tabasco Sauce 31\\nWhen Uncle Jabez Come 34\\nI Plead Thy Love 37\\nHow the Flowers Grow 38\\nHey There, Little Girls .10\\nThe Teacher Knows 43\\nSwing Low, Stars 45\\nWhen Mother Called 47\\nTwo Prayers 49\\nSave Your Letters 52\\nIt s Christmas Time 54\\nHisLifeA Failure 56\\nTis the Secret of Youth 58\\nJim Was Peculiar 60\\nDeuce Take Philosophy 62\\nOut in the Mountains 64\\nMy Little Mother s Prayer 67", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "b INDEX.\\nAs the Years Go By 70\\nMy Daughter s Priscilla 72\\nAt the Bottom of the Sea 74\\nLittle White Sister 77\\nThe Schoolgirl That I Hated 81\\nIf Dreams Were Gold 85\\nWhen the Stars Sleep 87\\nIn the City, the City 89\\nCity and Country Ways 91\\nThe Olden Days, The Golden Days 94\\nTo the Pioneers that Remain 97\\nA Little, Little Fellow 99\\nWho Knew This Man 102\\nThe Boys of the Country Press 104\\nWeShallRest Sweetly 106\\nI Judged He Was Right 108\\nA Song for the Little Chaps 110\\nWe Weary of it All 112\\nA Lullaby 114\\nIt is Well to Remember 116\\nWaiting for Santa Claus 117\\nAs I Would Believe 120\\nAs I Lie Here and Dream 122\\nA Song for the Under Dog 124\\nWhat is the Dream in my Baby s Eyes 127\\nMy Grandsire s Let Us Pray 129\\nWhen Wheat is Worth a Dollar 133\\nThe Land Where Our Dreams Come True 136\\nHere s to the Man Who Rises Again 138\\nHer Faith Never Falters 140\\nWhen I Go Out on My Wheel 142", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "INDEX. 7\\nA Song for the Rank and File 144\\nHushaby, Lullaby 147\\nIn Our Land of California 149\\nReach Down from Your Heaven 153\\nThe Poor Little Birdies 154\\nThe Brook That Ran Down to the Mill 156\\nAs We Jog On Together 158\\nMy Brother ll Be All Right 160\\nKnee-deep in Clover 164\\nTenderly Take and Hold Them 166\\nWhen the Old Man Dreamed 168\\nI m Praying for You 173\\nThe Old, Old Song 175", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Some Ibomel^ Xittle Sonas.\\nWHEN BABY PRAYS.\\nTIT HEN baby by her crib at night\\nEnfolds her little hands to pray-\\nDear little hands so soft and white,\\nI listen while the sweet lips say:\\nNow I ay me down to s eep,\\nI p ay the Lord my soul to teep;\\nAnd, listening, years are backward rolled;\\nThe past is as a tale untold.\\nAnd, standing by my mother mild\\nDear mother, with your hair of white-\\nAgain I am a little child,\\nAnd say again, as yester night:\\nIf I s ould die before I wate,\\nI pa y the Lord my soul to tate;\\nAnd half it seems in baby s plea\\nThe olden faith comes back to me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "WHEN BABY PRAYS.\\nAh me! I know my faith is but\\nA phantom of the long ago;\\nYet, when my babe, with eyehds shut,\\nRepeats the words I used to know:\\nNow I ay me down to s eep.\\nI p ay the Lord my soul to teep,\\nSomeway, someway, the world-doubts flee;\\nThe old, sweet faith comes back to me.\\nIt comes again, the old, sweet faith;\\nIt is my own, it is my own,\\nAnd doubt has fled, the gloomy wraith,\\nBefore a baby s words alone:\\nIf I s ould die before I wate,\\nI p ay the Lord my soul to tate.\\nSo, for a baby s lisping plea.\\nMy thanks, dear Lord, my thanks to Thee.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "BUNi\\\\Elsl OF FRISCO.\\nBUNNER OF FRISCO.\\nOUNNER of Frisco knew him well;\\nQueer little chap as ever you met;\\nAlways insistin that war was hell\\nRegular Hades it is, you bet.\\nWhen there resounded the call To Arms\\nBunner of Frisco was first to go;\\nSailed to the field of death and alarms,\\nAlways remarkin It s hell, you know.\\nBunner of Frisco once a squad\\nGot where the gugus were fifty to one.\\nWholly surrounded, their summons to God\\nCame with each crack of a savage s gun.\\nBoys, said the sergeant, one, you know,\\nMust go to the captain our case to tell.\\nProbably death for him who will go?\\nI will, says Bunner, but war is hell.\\nBunner of Frisco up the hill,\\nWhile demons yelled, and over its crest;\\nAnd the bullets sung, and their song was shrill-\\nNow, Bunner of Frisco, now do your best!", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "BUNNER OF FRISCO.\\nHe did it, by Heaven On and on,\\nInto the river where missiles hailed;\\nWounded and staggering, growing wan,\\nNever a moment he halted or quailed.\\nBunner of Frisco into the camp.\\nGory and dying, he staggered, they say,\\nWiped from his forehead the ultimate damp,\\nDelivered his message and fainted away.\\nHe spoke once again: The boys will be\\nsaved\\nSlowly the words from his ashen lips fell;\\nTurned his dim eyes to where the flag waved\\nThe boys will be saved, but war war is\\nhell.\\nBunner of Frisco, I don t know\\nWhither you journey, or where you drift.\\nPast where the life-tides ebb and flow.\\nThere where the waves of Eternity shift;\\nBut one thing I know, or I think I do.\\nYou followed your duty through pain and woe,\\nAnd I judge, in the place that was kept for you.\\nYou never will murmur, It s hell, you know.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "HE DRIFTED. 13\\nHE DRIFTED.\\nHE drifted along on the river of life\\nJust drifted\\nWhen the current grew sullen, and weary the\\nstrife,\\nHe shifted.\\nHe would sit on a box in the glint o the sun\\nAn whittle up sticks around, one after one.\\nWith plenty to do an with little yet done,\\nHe drifted.\\nWith a talent for restin this ease-takin man\\nWas gifted,\\nThough he d fish from a bank where a slow river\\nran,\\nOr shifted.\\nFor he said that to labor was too much like\\nwork,\\nAn he guessed he could live and the hard strug-\\ngles shirk,\\nAn he lowed that old Fortune s best smile is a\\nsmirk\\nSo he drifted.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14 HE DRIFTED.\\nWhen the messenger came and beckoned him on\\nHe drifted\\nThrough the door in the mist which the death\\nangel wan\\nUplifted;\\nAn if he reached Heaven I m here to suggest\\nIn the shade of the throne he is takin a rest,\\nAn wonderin if harp-bangin can t be sup-\\npressed\\nWhere he s drifted.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": ".\\\\01V, WHY IV AS THIS? 15\\nNOW, WHY WAS THIS?\\nWJ HEN the baby came he was homely as sin,\\nWith a very bald pate and a very weak\\nchin,\\nWith gums that were toothless and watery eyes,\\nA nose like a blur and a talent for cries;\\nAnd the women all said as he wriggled and\\nscowled\\nAnd puckered and twisted and bellowed and\\nhowled\\nThey said as they viewed him with critical eye:\\nHe s just like his father. Now, isn t he? My!\\nWhy-y-y!\\nYou can see the resemblance with half of an eye.\\nAs the baby grew he was ugly some days.\\nWith a strong inclination a hubbub to raise;\\nThat his temper was grievous was plain to be\\nseen,\\nAnd with squalling and bawling he kept himself\\nlean.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "1 6 NO IV, IVHV WAS THISf\\nHe howled till his mouth wore a permanent\\ntwist,\\nAnd the pleasure of living he constantly missed;\\nAnd when he yelled loudest the women would\\ncry:\\nHe favors his father. Now, doesn t he? My!\\nWhy-y-y!\\nYou can see the resemblance with half of an eye.\\nBut a change was seen as the baby grew.\\nFor his looks improved and his temper, too.\\nAnd his smiles chased the frowns and the scowls\\naway.\\nAnd the sunbeams loved in his dimples to play;\\nAnd I thought him sweet, in my fatherly pride.\\nAs he toddled along on the floor at my side;\\nAnd then all the women who saw him would cry:\\nHe s just like his mother. Now, isn t he? My!\\nWhy-y-y!\\nYou can see the resemblance with half of an eye.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE BABY DIED. 1 7\\nWHEN THE BABY DIED.\\nT 1 rHEN the baby died, so fair was she-\\nLike a Hly an angel had dropped for me\\nThat I said to myself: She is only asleep,\\nAnd I wondered that others would over her\\nweep;\\nAnd I stooped and kissed her, half dreaming she\\nWould open her blue eyes unto me.\\nAnd laugh again as on yesterday,\\nAnd dimple and croon in the dear old way\\nWhen the baby died.\\nWhen the baby died I could not weep,\\nAnd I said: She is only asleep asleep.\\nShe will wake ere long and I shall hear\\nThe prattle I love beat on my ear.\\nAnd I smoothed all gently the golden hair,\\nAnd I would not believe she was otherwhere\\nAs I cried, My darling, look up and seel\\nBut only the night wind answered me\\nWhen the baby died.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "1 8 WHEN THE BABY DIED.\\nWhen the baby died sometimes I start\\nFrom a dream at night with a longing heart,\\nFor I fancy I hear through the silence wide\\nA prattle of words from the babe that died.\\nThen my hands fall down, though they empty be.\\nFor I know that my darling has gone from me.\\nAnd the night creeps into a somber day,\\nWhile my heart cries out: Come back, I\\npray\\nSince the baby died.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "NIGHTTIME IN CALIFORNIA. 19\\nNIGHTTIME IN CALIFORNIA.\\nIGHTTIME in California. There s noth-\\ning like it found.\\nThough to and fro you come and go and journey\\nearth around.\\nThe skies are like a crystal sea, with islands made\\nof stars;\\nThe moon s a fairy ship that sails among its\\nshoals and bars;\\nAnd on that sea I sit and look, and wonder\\nwhere it ends;\\nIf I shall sail its phantom wave, and where the\\njourney tends,\\nAnd if in vain I wonder; let s change the sol-\\nemn theme.\\nFor the nights of California were made for man\\nto dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "NIGHTTIME IN CALIFORNIA.\\nNighttime in California. The cricket s note is\\nheard,\\nAnd now, perhaps, the twitter of a drowsy,\\ndreaming bird.\\nAn oar is plashing yonder; the wakeful frogs re-\\nply.\\nThe breeze is chanting in the trees a ghostly lull-\\naby.\\nThe moon has touched with silver the peaceful,\\nsleeping world.\\nAnd in the weary soul of man the flag of sor-\\nrow s furled.\\nTis a time for smiles and music; tis a time for\\nlove divine.\\nFor the nights of California are Heav n this side\\nthe line.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "NIGHTTIME IN CALIFORNIA.\\nNighttime in California. Elsewhere men only-\\nguess\\nAt the glory of the evenings that are perfect\\nnothing less;\\nBut here the nights, returning, are the wondrous\\ngifts of God\\nAs if the days were maidens fair with golden slip-\\npers shod.\\nThere is no cloud to hide the sky; the universe is\\nours,\\nAnd the starlight likes to look and laugh in Cu-\\npid-haunted bowers.\\nOh, the restful, peaceful evenings! In them my\\nsoul delights,\\nFor God loved California when He gave to her\\nher nights.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "O ER THE SEA OF DREAMS.\\nO ER THE SEA OF DREAMS.\\nO ER the sea of dreams to the sweet Dream-\\nland\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOh, little my love, come hither, I pray,\\nAnd place in my own your wee white hand\\nAnd we will go sailing away, away,\\nDown a path of gold by the Isles of Rest,\\nO er the slumbrous depths of the Sundown\\nSea,\\nTo the land of lands that we love the best.\\nWhere dream angels whisper to you and to me.\\nO er the sea of dreams oh, little my love,\\nCloser yet creep to this heart of mine.\\nWhile lowly the dream angels hover above\\nAnd there in God s meadows the star-blossoms\\nshine.\\nUnder your eyelids the visions shall creep.\\nLittle one, little one, what shall they be?\\nSomething to cause you to smile in your sleep,\\nNestling yet closer and closer to me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "O ER THE SEA OF DREAMS. 23\\nO er the sea of dreams to the sweet Dreamland\\nOh, little my love, what dreams they must be,\\nSuch dreams as a baby may understand,\\nQueer little fancies, as all must agree.\\nLittle half notions, or foolish or wise,\\nV/ee floating fragments of babyhood lore;\\nThese are your dreams, as I sagely surmise\\nHeigh-ho, my little one, what are mine more?\\nO er the sea of dreams; and who s at the helm,\\nOh, little my love, nor you nor I\\nMay wisely tell, for the sleep king s realm\\nIs hidden by mists from the passers-by.\\nIt is hidden by mists, yet myself I tell,\\nWhile your eyelids flutter like petals of white:\\nThe One who is guiding will guide her well\\nSo, little my love, good night, good night.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 WHEN I WENT OUT A-HARVESTING.\\nI\\nWHEN I WENT OUT A-HARVESTING.\\nT S well enough to talk about the joys the\\nfarmers know\\nPerhaps twill sort of brace them up to grapple\\nwith their woe;\\nIt s well to sing a pasan to the sturdy sons of\\ntoil\\nWho labor neath a summer sun and boil and\\nbroil and boil;\\nBut you ll kindly please to notice I m not joining\\nin the strain,\\nFor my farming recollections bring to me a\\nsense of pain,\\nAnd the horny-handed granger s life to me is\\nlacking charm\\nSince I went out a-harvesting on Deacon Big-\\ngins farm.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "WHEN I WENT OUT AHAR VESTING- 25\\nI was young and somewhat hopeful, and the dea-\\ncon said he d pay\\nA dollar for my services on any blessed day.\\nSo I went to labor for him. The recollection\\nstill\\nOf what ensued is haunting me; I judge it ever\\nwill.\\nFor when the deacon called me in the morn at\\nhalf past three\\nTo rustle out and do the chores, it was a shock\\nto me;\\nAnd I longed to kill the cattle or to do them\\nother harm,\\nWhen I went out a-harvesting on Deacon Big-\\ngins farm.\\nAt half past five was breakfast, and then came\\nfamily prayers.\\nI still recall the good man s words, mid all life s\\ncumbering cares:\\nWe praise Thee, Lord, he murmured, for\\nThy mercy s constant streams\\nNow, boys, get out and hustle till you ve hitched\\nup all the teams.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 WHEN I WENT OUT A-HAR VESTING.\\nAnd we got out and hustled, and the words we\\nbandied there,\\nWhile hitching up the weary teams, were not the\\nwords of prayer,\\nFor we judged the deacon s righteousness would\\nkeep us from all harm,\\nWhen I went out a-harvesting on Deacon Big-\\ngins farm.\\nOh, days of weary labor by an awful hotness hit!\\nDid I enjoy a farmer s bliss? Well, I am doubt-\\ning it.\\nFrom half past three of mornings till ten o clock\\nof nights,\\nWe toiled and broiled and broiled and toiled and\\nknew the farm s delights;\\nAnd still at times I hear these words and wake\\nfrom restless dreams:\\nWe praise Thee for Thy mercy and now hus-\\ntle out the teams.\\nAnd so I am not singing in praise of farming s\\ncharm.\\nSince I went out a-harvesting on Deacon Big-\\ngins farm.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "AJiCADV. 27\\nARCADY.\\n(~\\\\VT yonder, she would say to me,\\nLies Heaven-land, lies Arcady.\\nJust yonder where the blue skies drop\\nBeyond the distant mountain s top,\\nThe valley lies where all are blest;\\nThe land of love and peace and rest.\\nOh, let us go, she said to me,\\nAnd find that land of Arcady.\\nAnd so we wandered hand in hand\\nTo find that peaceful, happy land;\\n(Ah, that was years, long years ago.\\nAnd we were dreamers well I know),\\nBut though we wandered long and far,\\nFrom morning star to evening star,\\nYet did the happy vision flee;\\nWe found not lovely Arcady.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 ARCADY.\\nAnd then she wearied on the way,\\nMore wistful grew her eyes of gray.\\n(Ah, dark, sad day of long ago,\\nHow did my tears unceasing flow!)\\nOne long, long kiss one last embrace\\nThe Angel s message on her face,\\nAnd then she passed from life and me\\nAnd found, I know, her Arcady.\\nSince then, I ve wandered far and long.\\nHave seen the world and met its wrong;\\nI ve sought in vain the land of peace,\\nThe land where care and trouble cease.\\nTwas but the vision of our youth\\nThe years have taught their bitter truth\\nYet still in dreams she whispers me,\\nWe ll meet and love in Arcady.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "LO, I AM THE CHANGELESS. 29\\nLO, I AM THE CHANGELESS.\\nT O, I am the Changeless, the Deathless.\\nLo, I am the Passionless, Still.\\nIn my presence archangels are breathless,\\nAnd the universe throbs at my will.\\nI wait, and the ages flit by me.\\nI wait, and their story is told.\\nAll of life and of death hovers nigh me,\\nAnd I am the New and the Old.\\nIn the dust of their definite places\\nMy atoms, my men, they plod on;\\nAnd they lift to the heavens their faces,\\nTheir faces all troubled and wan;\\nAnd they dream, and they term their dream,\\nliving;\\nThey dream, and their dream is, to die;\\nThey dream they are gaining or giving\\nAnd over them, changeless, am I.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 LO, I AM THE CHANGELESS.\\nThey dream of the glitter of treasure\\nI shatter the dream at my will.\\nThey dance to the rhythm of pleasure\\nI nod, and the dancers are still.\\nThey dream of the glory of power,\\nMy atomies born for a day.\\nAy, the visions press fast for an hour\\nI nod, and the dreamers obey.\\nLo, I am the Changeless, the Deathless.\\nAll other shall blossom and fade.\\nI speak, and the ages are breathless.\\nAnd the drama of living is played.\\nAnd whether the sleepers shall waken,\\nOr whether they dream as they lie,\\nUnheeding, uncaring, unshaken.\\nNone other may answer save I.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "WHEN PA FIRS ET TABASCO SAUCE. 31\\nWHEN PA FIRS ET TABASCO SAUCE.\\nHEN pa firs et tabasco sauce I m smil-\\nw\\nin bout it yet,\\nAlthough his subsekent remarks I always shall\\nre(?ret.\\nWe d come to town to see the sights, an pa re-\\nmarked to me:\\nWe ll eat at a bong tong hotel an sling some\\nstyle, says he.\\nAn then he sort o cast his eye among the plates\\nan all,\\nAn says, That ketchup mus be good; the bot-\\ntle is so small;\\nAn then he took a piece of meat an covered it\\nquite thick.\\nWhen pa firs et tabasco sauce an rose to make\\nhis kick.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 WHEN PA FIRS ET TABASCO SAUCE.\\nIt all comes back so plain to me; I rikoUect it\\nwell;\\nHe just was talkin mild an calm, an then he\\ngive a yell\\nAn tried to cave the ceilin in by buttin with his\\nhead.\\nEr-hooh! Er-hooh! Fire! Murder! Hooh! I\\ncan t tell all he said,\\nBut when they heard his heated words six wo-\\nmen lef the room\\nAn said such language filled their souls with\\nshame an also gloom,\\nBut pa he only gurgled some, an then he yelled\\nagain,\\nWhen firs he et tabasco sauce an told about it\\nthen.\\nWe laid him out upon a board an fanned him\\nquite a while,\\nAn pa he sort o gasped at firs an then he tried\\nto smile.\\nAn says: Jus heat a poker now an run it\\ndown my neck\\nI want to cool off gradual; it s better, I expeck.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "WHEN PA FIRS ET TABASCO SAUCE. 33\\nBut when he got me out o doors, he says: I\\nwant to get\\nThet there blame ketchup s recipe an learn jes\\nhow it s het,\\nSo I can try it on the boys when you an me git\\nhum,\\nTill they, too, think the condiment is mixed with\\nKingdom Come.\\nI ve told the story, but I guess perhaps I\\noughtn t to,\\nFer pa don t go with me no more, the way he\\nused to do.\\nHe said some words, of course I know, that were\\ntoo sizzlin hot.\\nBut still I hope up where he s gone they re all of\\nthem forgot.\\nAn if they ain t per aps my pa will to the an-\\ngels say:\\nI wish you d try that ketchup stuff I et down\\nthere that day.\\nOf course I feel they can t approve, but I hope,\\njust the same.\\nIf once they eat tabasco sauce they ll count him\\nless to blame.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 WHEN UNCLE JABEZ COME.\\nWHEN UNCLE JABEZ COME.\\nT^THEN Uncle Jabez come to see my folks\\nan me out here,\\nWhere California s summers keep a-lingerin\\nthrough the year,\\nHe kind o took one look around, an then he\\nsays, Amen\\nThe poppies shone like fields of gold he whis-\\npered it again;\\nAn when I asked him why, he says: Sech\\nglory everywhere!\\nYew knew, my boy, it seems tew me jest like\\nole natur s prayer;\\nAnd then he kind o sighed, an says: I wish\\nyew d tell, I vum,\\nJust haow yew folks what s livin here can tell\\nwhen winter s come.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "WHEN UNCLE JABEZ COME. 35\\nI showed him where the mountains glow like\\nfields by angels trod,\\nAn how the rose keeps smilin back unto the\\nsmile o God,\\nAn how the rivers sparkle on without no ice to\\nchill,\\nAn how the birds with all their songs keep na-\\nture all a-thrill;\\nAn he, he just stood there and breathed as\\nthough the air was dear.\\nAn says: Ef this is heaven well, say haow\\ndid I git here?\\nWe don t hev things like this back East; it ain t\\nthe same tew hum.\\nHaow in tarnation dew yew tell when winter\\ntime hes come?\\nI showed him pumpkins overgrown. He looked,\\nan says: B gosh.\\nYew call that thing a punkin here? Back hum\\nwe call it squash.\\nAn where the orange hides its gold behind a\\nscreen of green\\nHe looked, an sighed, an softly said: Ef\\nmother could o seen!", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 WHEN UNCLE JABEZ COME.\\nAn then he brushed a tear away she died not\\nlong ago\\nAn the mockin bird was whistlin a tender song,\\nan low;\\nAn then he sort o straightened up, an says,\\nsays he: I vum,\\nI can t see haow yew people know when winter\\ntime hes come.\\nSo Uncle Jabez, he s arranged to. stay out here,\\nyou know;\\nHe says he kind o calkerlates twill make him\\nyounger grow\\nTo live awhile where man is close to nature s\\nlovin heart\\nAn God A mighty an His child is not so far\\napart;\\nAn then he says: An ef I die, the difif rence\\nwill be small;\\nTew go from here tew Heav n I guess won t be\\nno jump at all.\\nBut when we re all alone he says: I vaow, I m\\npuzzled some\\nTew calkerlate how I can tell jest when the win-\\nter s come.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "PLEAD THY LOVE. 37\\nI PLEAD THY LOVE.\\nT F I should go to-night where One doth sit\\nUpon a great and white and awful throne;\\nIf back from me the mists of time should flit,\\nLeaving my soul and me to stand alone\\nIn that vast presence, and if He should say:\\nWhat is thy plea, poor soul, for peace\\nabove?\\nI would not then, despairing, turn away.\\nBut low would answer: Lord, I plead Thy\\nlove.\\nI could not plead my merit. Nay, my way\\nIs strewn with wrack of faith and hope and\\ntrust.\\nLife s dawn broke golden, but its eve grows\\ngray,\\nAnd sin has turned its flowers to yellow dust.\\nYet, as a wayward child turns home at night,\\nTrusting the love all other loves above.\\nSo will I turn, well knowing all is right,\\nAs low I whisper: Lord, I plead Thy love.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 HO IV THE FLOWERS GROW.\\nHOW THE FLOWERS GROW.\\nT~^ O you know, darling, how pansies grow?\\nGod takes the tints of the sunset glow,\\nThe purple that floats in the mountain mist.\\nThe blush of a maid by her love first kissed,\\nThe blue that s asleep in the midday skies,\\nThe brown that I love in my baby s eyes,\\nAnd He mingles them all in a flower; and so,\\nThat is the way that the pansies grow.\\nDo you know, darling, how lilies grow?\\nGod takes the soul of the beautiful snow\\nAnd molds it into a chalice sweet,\\nPure and wonderful, fair, complete;\\nThen He takes the gold of my baby s hair\\nAnd sets it amid the whiteness there,\\nAs in night s white skies the bright stars glow;\\nAnd that is the way that the lilies grow.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "NO IV THE FLOWERS GROW. 39\\nDo you know, darling, how roses grow?\\nAh, that is the strangest of all, I know;\\nFor they are the fairest of all things fair,\\nThe one perfect blossom, beyond compare;\\nSymbol of sweetness and all loveliness\\nGod wished His children to comfort and bless,\\nAnd He wrote the thought in a flower; and so,\\nThat is the way that the roses grow.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 HEY THERE, LITTLE GIRLS.\\nHEY THERE, LITTLE GIRLS.\\nT T EY there, little girls, who live in the West,\\nAnd were born here, you know, cause you\\nthought it was best,\\nHave you ever heard tell of the wonderful East,\\nWhere the frost makes of little girls noses a\\nfeast,\\nWhere the snowbirds wear stockings to warm\\ntheir poor toes.\\nAnd perhaps it s your finger, perhaps it s your\\nnose\\nThat is frozen, you know.\\nAnd your tears won t flow,\\nFor they freeze into ice in your eyes? Oh! Oh!\\nHave you ever heard tell?\\nYou haven t? Well! Well!\\nNow listen to me, and you ll know, know, know.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "HEY THERE, LITTLE GIRLS. 41\\nHey there, little girls, you ll be stonished to\\nknow\\nThat back in the East the rain is just snow;\\nAnd the poor little kitties all have to wear fur,\\nAnd their breath freezes hard whenever they\\npurr,\\nAnd if the dogs bark, that bark it will freeze.\\nAnd they use it, you know, to cover the trees,\\nAnd instead of Hello!\\nMeeting, folks say, I know\\nThat my ears both are frozen; they re frozen.\\nOh! Oh!\\nHad you ever heard tell?\\nYou hadn t? Well! Well!\\nIt really is time you should know, know, know.\\nHey there, little girls, have you ever heard tell\\nHow they hang their thermometers out in the\\nwell,\\nAnd the mercury drops, and it drops, and it\\ndrops,\\nTill it reaches the water, and that s where it\\nstops;", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 HEY THERE, LITTLE GIRLS.\\nAnd they thaw little girls it s a terrible shock!\\nAnd melt them each day at just four o clock.\\nAnd the chilblains, you know,\\nThey bite at your toe\\nTill it itches, and itches, and itches? Oh! Oh!\\nDid you ever hear tell?\\nYou didn t? Well! Well!\\nI m really so glad now you know, know, know.\\nHey there, little girls; the cyclones blow there,\\nAnd they take little children right up in the air,\\nAnd they twist them and whirl them around and\\naround\\nTill their papas don t know them, supposing\\nthey re found;\\nAnd sometimes they blow them clear up to the\\nsky.\\nAnd they never come back again! Never! Oh, my!\\nWould you like East to go?\\nYou wouldn t, I know.\\nFor I ve tried it myself, and it s dreadful. Oh! Oh!\\nSo you hadn t heard tell?\\nYou hadn t? Well! Well!\\nIt was certainly time you should know, know,\\nknow.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE TEACHER KNOWS. 43\\nTHE TEACHER KNOWS.\\nf~^ NE time my teacher said, says she:\\nIt s no use talkin seems to me\\nThat you re the worst boy that I ve got;\\nYou re worser than the rest, a lot.\\nI ve whipped ou, an I ve scolded, too;\\nDon t make no difference what I do;\\nYou keep right on jus if I d not.\\nAin t you the worst boy that I ve got?\\nAn then my teacher said, says she:\\nYour case is always puzzlin me.\\nNow don t you know it hurts me, too.\\nWhen scoldin or a whippin you?\\nI always want you to be good\\nAn actin like a nice boy should,\\nBecause I love you Then she sighed,\\nAn I I well, I up an cried.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 THE TEACHER KNOWS.\\nSince then my teacher s gone away,\\nAn I don t go to school an play\\nAn study some, s I used to do\\nBefore my schoolin days was through.\\nBut still my Teacher says, says He:\\nI m teachin you as seems to me\\nIs best; with sorrow s sting an blow\\nI m teachin you the way to go.\\nAn then my Teacher says, says He:\\nIf only you ll look up to me\\nThrough eyes bedimmed with trouble s rain,\\nYou ll learn the lesson hid in pain,\\nAn know, though cruel seems the blow,\\nTwas dealt because I love you so.\\nAn though I m weary an oppressed,\\nI guess my Teacher knows the best.\\nI", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "SIVING LOIV, STARS. 45\\nSWING LOW, STARS.\\nOWING low, stars, for I want to hear your\\nsinging.\\nI want to hear the slumber song you murmur\\nto the night\\nIn the distant, distant spaces where an angel\\nhost is winging\\nIts way between the moonbeams to the farther\\nfields of light.\\nThe daytime has its voices, but a cry is ringing\\nthrough them,\\nThe weary cry of sorrow, the cruel cry of\\nwrong.\\nAnd we look upon God s sunlight in anguish to\\nrenew them\\nSwing low, stars, for I want to hear your song.\\nSleep sleep\\nSleep sleep;\\nBetter dream than wake to weep.\\nCare and doubt\\nMay mortals flout\\nWhen the stars, the stars creep out.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 SWING LOW, STARS.\\nSwing low, stars, for I ve been dreaming, dream-\\ning\\nThat up above the crystal heights is peace and\\nalways peace.\\nAnd I m burdened by the toiling, and I m weary\\nof the scheming.\\nAnd I d like to find a country where the care\\nand labor cease.\\nThe days are full of efifort, but the tranquil nights\\nare tender\\nAs the eyes of one who loved me well, oh, long\\nago, so long;\\nSo I turn from pain and passion to the nights of\\npeaceful splendor\\nSwing low, stars, for I want to hear your song.\\nRest rest\\nChildren, rest;\\nCare is but a daytime guest.\\nNone should weep\\nChildren, sleep\\nWhile the stars their vigils keep.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "WHEN MOTHER CALLED. 47\\nWHEN MOTHER CALLED.\\nyT OTHER used to come and say:\\nCome, little boy, it s time to rise.\\nWake right up, without delay;\\nShaice yourself and rub your eyes.\\nAn I d say: Huh! Wha Ye-e-es, and then-\\nGo right oflf to sleep again.\\nAfter while she d come and say,\\nJust as gently as before:\\nWake and see this lovely day.\\nDon t go to sleep, dear, any more.\\nAn I d say: Yes I m coming; then\\nGo right off to sleep again.\\nDidn t matter though; no less\\nPatient, gentle, kind was she\\nWhen she came and said: I guess\\nMy little boy asleep must be.\\nAn I said: I ll get up, and then\\nWent right ofif to sleep again.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 WHEN MOTHER CALLED.\\nThen my grandpa came to call.\\nTwas but little that he said;\\nJust one word, and that was all,\\nJust one word, and that, hX-fred\\nJust one word, you see, but then\\nI didn t go to sleep again.\\nJust that difference! But, you see,\\nI ve been thinking here alone.\\nShould my mother now call me\\nIn the tender, gentle tone\\nOf the past, I d wake, and then\\nI wouldn t go to sleep again.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "TH^O PR A VERS. 49\\nTWO PRAYERS.\\n^REAT God, tis not for soul or heart\\nI plead with thee;\\nNor that I act a nobler part,\\nOr better be;\\nTis not that I erect may stand\\nWhile life-dreams crash,\\nNor that I reach a helping hand,\\nBut just for cash.\\nLord, give me cash; I fain would be\\nLike all the rest;\\nNo other god than red gold see,\\nBut hold it best.\\nI d barter honor, virtue, good\\nThat life may hold,\\nAnd make my higher nature s food\\nJust gold gold gold.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 TIVO PRA VERS.\\nThe sorry sting of other s pain\\nI would not know,\\nFor callous hearts may hope for gain\\nIn coin; and so\\nI d bury sympathy for all\\nAnd hug myself,\\nEngrossed in my ambitions small,\\nMy greed for pelf.\\nSo, Father, kill my better part\\nThat I may be\\nDevoid of feeling and of heart\\nAs those I see\\nAbout me, callous to the woe\\nThat hems them in;\\nLet me no care for others know.\\nBut lucre win.\\nI knew a millionaire, and he\\nWas praised of men;\\nO er petty, small, he seemed to me,\\nAnd base, but then.\\nHe had his gold and people bowed,\\nOr feared his lash.\\nI d have the plaudits of the crowd.\\nSo give me cash.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "TIVO PRAYERS. 5 1\\nSo runs the prayer. But tis not mine-\\nDear God, forbid!\\nFor I have felt Thy thought divine\\nIn me is hid;\\nI know that o er the petty throng\\nThere stands Thy Truth,\\nThe principle that combats wrong,\\nDrea* of my youth.\\nIt stands unmoved. Our little lives\\nWail out their song;\\nIll-seeming greed in fatness thrives,\\nBut not for long;\\nFor still Thy Truth moves changeless on\\nThrough time s long day,\\nAnd still shall rule when stars grow wan\\nShow me Thy way.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 SAFE YOUR LETTERS.\\nSAVE YOUR LETTERS.\\n^EE here, you little fellows, whom I cannct\\nhelp but like,\\nWhy don t you save your letters, and so get\\nyourselves a bike\\nOr if you do not know the way, or think I talk\\nin fun.\\nIf you ll listen for a moment, I will tell you how\\nit s done:\\nSpell rubber r-u-b-e-r, and there you save a\\nb,\\nAnd that s a letter that you need, as any one can\\nsee.\\nThen next spell lief just 1-e-f, and I ve no\\ndoubt you ll like\\nTo notice that you now have saved b-i, one-half\\nof bike.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "SA VE YOUR LETTERS. 53\\nAnd then spell stick s-t-i-c; you ve saved a\\nk, you see,\\nAnd b-i-k is not so bad; it only lacks an e;\\nAnd we know how to save an e; we ll take the\\nsmall word dike\\nAnd spell it simply d-i-k, and there! You hare\\nyour bike!\\nSo now, my little fellows, whom I could not fail\\nto like.\\nStart in to save your letters, and so get your-\\nselves a bike.\\nAnd, if your ingenuity is not exceeding small,\\nI think, no doubt, you, too, can save some mar-\\nbles and a ball.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54 IT S CHRISTMAS TIME.\\nIT S CHRISTMAS TIME.\\nT T S Christmas time; it s Christmas time.\\nLet Christmas bells ring out their chime;\\nLet Christmas fairies trip along,\\nA merry, maddening, gladdening throng;\\nLet Christmas blessings bring their bliss;\\nLet Christmas angels stoop and kiss\\nThe world s gray heart to tuneful rhyme,\\nFor, oh, it s Christmas, Christmas time.\\nIt s Christmas time, both East and West.\\nBut there the earth is crystal dressed.\\nWhile here its robes are bonnie green,\\nWith brooks as silver threads between.\\nCold winter there, bright winter here;\\nFor them the frost, for us the cheer;\\nBut East or West, to live s sublime\\nIn merry, merry Christmas time.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "IT S CHRISTMAS TIME. 55\\nIn Christmas time, or far or near,\\nThere s just one creed: Be of good cheer.\\nThere s just one song that rings again:\\nPeace, peace on earth; good will to men.\\nOn this one day let s care forget,\\nThe grief we know, the ill we met,\\nAnd let the bells ring chime on chime,\\nIn Christmas time, the merry time.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 HIS LIFE A failure:\\nHIS LIFE A FAILURE.\\nT T E had no business tact; tis plain enough.\\nHe stored no gold while on his earthly\\nway;\\n111 clad was he, with garments worn and rough;\\nScarce knowing how he d live from day to day.\\nImprovident! His little all he gave\\nTo those who needed; poor, yet fed the poor,\\nAnd still neglected for himself to save.\\nUnhoused, unkempt, they voted him a boor\\nNo tact had he!\\nNo wisdom, surely! Why, the vagrant dared\\nTo lift his voice gainst rulers of the State.\\nNot e en the church God save us all! he\\nspared.\\nBut scourged alike earth s sainted and her\\ngreat.\\nTo save a sinner, he, unwise, would say\\nThat you must touch him with a tender hand;\\nMust touch the wretch of coarser, baser clay!\\nSay, when was e er a scheme so foolish\\nplanned?\\nNo wisdom his!", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2HIS LIFE A FAILURE. 57\\nFanatic, too! He held a strange belief\\nThat man might reach to heights as yet but\\nguessed;\\nAnd, hoping much, he walked a path of grief\\nThat they who falter might the more be\\nblessed.\\nAye, thus he dreamed; who doubts the dream\\nwas vain?\\nAnd thus he lived; was e er such folly known?\\nWhy, when he died, still scouting golden gain,\\nHis grave was bought by charity alone!\\nSo unwise, he!\\nHis life a failure! So I hear you say;\\nAnd who can doubt who looks on earth s suc-\\ncess,\\nWhere gilded folly proudly wears the bay\\nAnd simpering millions haste some knave to\\nbless?\\nFanatic! Yes, according to your rule.\\nFoolish! No doubt, in average mankind s\\nken.\\nA teacher with one lesson for his school;\\nImpractical, with faith in love, but then\\nHe was The Christ.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58 TIS THE SECRET OF YOUTH.\\nTIS THE SECRET OF YOUTH.\\n1 IFE taught me her lesson; I hold it as truth\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^^That a smile in the heart is the secret of\\nyouth\\nFor age cannot harm him, nor do him a wrong,\\nWho whistles a bit as he journeys along.\\nThe face must be wrinkled, the hair must be\\ngray,\\nBut the heart may be young till the end of the\\nday,\\nFor ever and ever there standeth the truth:\\nA smile in the heart is the secret of youth.\\nWhat matter the wrinkles, except they shall\\nfrown?\\nWhat matters the silver where once was the\\nbrown?\\nFor still we may smile though the morning is\\ngone.\\nAnd the light of that smile is the light of the\\ndawn;", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "775 THE SECRET OF YOUTH. 59\\nAnd still as we whistle dvill care to the wind,\\nThere s a way out of trouble forever we find;\\nFor the ages have told it; they whisper the truth\\nThat a smile in the heart is the secret of youth.\\nThe shoulders must stoop, but the spirit may\\nstand\\nSerene as the dawnlight that kisseth the land.\\nOld age cannot touch them, the years they defy.\\nWho smile as life s phantoms go scurrying by.\\nA sigh is Care s agent to wrinkles enroll,\\nAnd a frown is the curtain we drop o er the soul;\\nBut the spirit still whispers mid sorrow and ruth\\nThat a smile in the heart is the secret of youth.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o JIM WAS PECUUAR.\\nJIM WAS PECULIAR.\\nJIM was peculiar. The folks all said\\nThey kind o suspicioned he s queer in the\\nhead.\\nHe d go moonin along in an absentish way,\\nAn lots o the time he had nothin to say.\\nAn when he did talk there was no one could\\nknow\\nThe thing that he d say, fer his thoughts seemed\\nto go\\nIn a style o their own, an likely, maybe,\\nHe d set folks to thinkin which hurts us, you\\nsee.\\nJim was peculiar. I rickolleck now\\nHe of en remarked that he couldn t see how\\nA hull million dollars could do a man good.\\nDo you reckon, he d say, he can use it in\\nfood,\\nEr drinkin er housin er wearin of clothes?\\nWell, then, what s the good of it, land only\\nknows.\\nAn then he d go moonin and moonin away,\\nAn Jim is peculiar, the neighbors ud say.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "JIM WAS PECULIAR. 6 1\\nJim was peculiar. The children allowed\\nThere wasn t his ekal in all o the crowd;\\nAn you d see em a-smilin when he was around\\nAn tellin em stories frum flat on the ground,\\nAn their laughter would sound like notes from\\nthe choir,\\nWhen the angels is singin an callin us higher;\\nAn the folks, w en they saw it and heered it,\\nwould say:\\nThat Jim gits more queerer an queerer each\\nday.\\nJim was peculiar. The day when he lay\\nAt home on his bed while his life ebbed away\\nHe only remarked: Well, so fer as I know\\nI ve made a few happy; I m ready to go.\\nAn the people all come to the funeral then,\\nAn they mos ly shed tears at the final amen;\\nAn they carved on his monument merely this\\nword:\\nJim Jones was peculiar, an so was his Lord.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 DEUCE TAKE PHILOSOPHY.\\nDEUCE TAKE PHILOSOPHY!\\nT^ EUCE take philosophy! I know a way\\nBetter by far than philosophers know.\\nHo, all ye sages with heads turning gray,\\nWhat in the end is the thing you can show?\\nIs it some knowledge to tell of the how,\\nWith ne er a perception of wherefore and why?\\nWhat is the morrow? And what is the now?\\nAnd what is the change that we label, to die?\\nDeuce take philosophy! I know a spot\\nWhere all of the wisdom of dust-covered tome\\nAnd its half-erudition availeth us not\\nTis the place where Love reigns in the king-\\ndom of Home.\\nAnd, oh, ye philosophers, there is a light,\\nThe light shining forth from the eyes that I\\nlove.\\nWhich maketh your wisdom to seem as the\\nnight,\\nSo high its revealment your knowledge above.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "DEUCE TAKE PHILOSOPHY. 63\\nDeuce take philosophy! Hands that reach out\\nTo bless me, caress me, and lighten the pain\\nThat comes mid the shadows of care and of\\ndoubt\\nTo double my labor and deaden my brain,\\nYours is the wisdom the sages have missed;\\nYours is the substance, and theirs is the foam.\\nSo I turn from the books to the ones who have\\nkissed\\nMy lips into smiles in the kingdom of Home.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 OUT IN THE MOUNTAINS.\\nOUT IN THE MOUNTAINS.\\nT WANT to be out in the mountains; I m tired\\nof staying here,\\nWith only the everlasting plain outstretching far\\nor near;\\nI am weary of the city and the pavement s cease-\\nless glare,\\nAnd I want to be out where God s about and\\nHis glory s everywhere;\\nI want to lie down on the hillside and dream as\\nthe white clouds pass,\\nWith no one to tell me I d better move on, or\\nwarn me, Keep oflf the grass;\\nI just want a chance to breathe an air that s\\nnever been boxed as yet;\\nOh, I d like to be free as the brown quails be,\\nwith never a care to fret.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "OUT IN THE MOUNTAINS. 65\\nI want to be out in the mountains where there s\\nroom for the soul to grow;\\nWhere the brooks just laugh in their freedom,\\nand the hills in the evening glow.\\nWith a rod or a gun as poor excuse, I d lazily lie\\nand dream.\\nAnd Trouble, I d say, may go its way; it\\nisn t a part of my scheme.\\nAnd the trout might leap in the sunlight for all\\nof my rod and me,\\nAnd the quail might whistle, the deer might run;\\nI d leave them safe and free,\\nFor someway I think in the mountains dear life\\nis too sweet to lose;\\nIt is only down here, where we worry and fear,\\nthat a creature to die might choose.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 OUT IN THE MOUNTAINS.\\nI want to be out in the mountains where freedom\\nis not a name;\\nWhere the soul is glad in its birthright, nor\\nwalks with the halt and lame;\\nFor peace is upon the summits, and liberty s in\\nthe vales,\\nAnd the heart, oft sad, can only be glad in the\\nshadow-haunted dales.\\nWith the birds trilling out in gladness, the flow-\\ners like thoughts of God,\\nWith the blue above and the green beneath, and\\nthe blossom-sprinkled sod;\\nWith rest, dear rest for the spirit through the\\npeaceful, peaceful year,\\nI want to be out in the mountains; I m tired of\\nstaying here.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "MV LITTLE MOTHERS PRAYER. 67\\nMY LITTLE MOTHER S PRAYER.\\nHE was just a little woman, not more than\\ns\\nfive feet tall,\\nBut she had a way of working that was bound\\nto beat them all.\\nShe would work for me and sister, and her hands\\nwere never still;\\nShe just kept working, working, as I guess she\\nalways will.\\nAnd all my aunts would say to her: Now,\\nJiili.-i. don t you know\\nYou ll spoil them children sure as fate if you\\nkeep workin so\\nAnd don t let them do some of it. I s pose my\\naunts were right.\\nBut still my sister wasn t spoiled, and p r aps I\\nwasn t quite.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68 My LITTLE MOTHER S PRAYER.\\nI never see my mother now, but, wheresoe er I\\nbe.\\nI know that she is working yet and thinking still\\nof me;\\nAnd sometimes when she s thinking there s a\\nfilm before her eye.\\nAnd for me a prayer s ascending to the Father\\nup on high.\\nAnd, oh, I think I couldn t stray so very far\\nfrom Him,\\nWhile that sweet prayer s ascending and those\\ndear eyes are dim;\\nAnd sometimes as I wander I can almost see her\\nthere,\\nWith the dear hands working, working, and I\\nseem to hear the prayer.\\nI think the boys whose mothers work, and hope,\\nand always pray,\\nThough they may stumble oftentimes, won t\\nwander quite away;\\nAnd if they fall, and fall again, they ll rise again,\\nfor there.\\nIn every lowest depth of sin, they ll hear their\\nmother s prayer.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "MY LITTLE MOTHER S PR A YER. 69\\nThey ll hear it in the stillest night; twill follow\\nthem by day,\\nAnd when they falter, Rise again twill ever,\\never say.\\nIt reaches down the darkest years; it points to\\nguerdons fair.\\nFew hopeless fall who still recall a mother s lov-\\ning prayer.\\nOh, mother, little mother, God s hand has\\ntouched to gray\\nThe soft brown hair so smooth and fair that I\\nrecall to-day.\\nThough the faithful hands still labor for the ones\\nthey love the best,\\nAs they will toil unto the end, until He giveth\\nrest;\\nYet I think sometimes that they must fold,\\nwhile comes the misty host\\nOf visions of the girl and boy for whom they\\ntoiled the most;\\nAnd I long that you shall feel and know, as you\\nsit dreaming there.\\nThat your boy in love remembers every faithful\\ndeed and prayer.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 AS THE YEARS GO BY.\\nAS THE YEARS GO BY.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0rpOREVER and ever the suns go down;\\nForever and ever they rise again;\\nAnd life is a maid with a golden crown\\nAnd sandals of darkness beloved by men.\\nWe are dreaming to-day of a future of bliss;\\nTo-morrow we bury the hope with a sigh,\\nWith a long, long sigh and a farewell kiss\\nAnd that is the way that the years go by.\\nTo-morrow, we say, I will build me a home\\nIn the beautiful, beautiful land of rest.\\nBut the morrow comes and our feet yet roam.\\nAnd our hearts are sad and our lives unblest,\\nAnd the suns smile down on our falling tears,\\nAnd the friends we love are the ones who die,\\nAnd the phantom of pleasure is chased by fears\\nAnd that is the way that the years go by.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "AS THE YEARS GO BY. ^l\\nForever and ever we say at night:\\nOh, woeful to-morrow, to bring me pain!\\nBut the morrow comes, and the sun is bright,\\nAnd the loss that we dreaded has turned to\\ngain;\\nAnd the flowers of joy in our souls still bloom,\\nAnd the smile of the spirit has followed its\\nsigh,\\nAnd the daybeams of gladness have banished the\\ngloom\\nAnd that is the way that the years go by.\\nForever and ever oh, valley of life.\\nWhere joy is a phantom and woe is a shade\\nMocked by our visions no less than our strife,\\nWhat is the game when the game is played\\nWho is the Player whose pawns are we.\\nWho sits in the mists as the moments fly?\\nWho is the One that the end doth see,\\nAs the phantoms fade and the years go by", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72 MY DAUGHTER S PRISLILLA.\\nMY DAUGHTER S PRISCILLA.\\nTV /r Y daughter s Priscilla. I know not how\\nShe came to my life from the Puritan\\ndays.\\nWith the calm, true eyes and the tranquil brow\\nAnd the voice as sweet as a hymn of praise;\\nBut if some picture from days of old\\nMight step from its place in an oaken frame.\\nBearing no trace of the gray past s mold,\\nI fancy that picture would look the same\\nThe same as my daughter, whose calm, slow eyes\\nLook to my own, while the love shines\\nthrough.\\nAs a star ray pierces the evening skies\\nOr a sunbeam cleaves through the dome of\\nblue.\\nIn the touch of her hand all comfort dwells.\\nAnd Peace through her dear lips makes her\\nplea,\\nFor her voice is sweet as a chime of bells\\nMy daughter Priscilla, who blesses me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "My DAUGHTER S PRISCILLA. 73\\nMy daughter s Priscilla. Ah me Ah me\\nMy heart is turbulent, wild and worn;\\nBut her tranquil eyes I need but see,\\nAnd the cloak of unrest from my soul is torn.\\nI know not how I say it again\\nShe came from the past with her eyes a-shine,\\nBut this I cry to my soul s amen\\nI thank the Father that she is mine.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74 AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.\\nAT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.\\n1~A O you think you d like to be at the bottom\\nof the sea,\\nWith the pollyhinkus swinging all around,\\nAnd the gogglers with their eyes big as mama s\\ncustard pies,\\nAnd the winkus that goes crawling on the\\nground,\\nAnd the spry,\\n(Oh, my eye\\nThe spry, spry, spry,\\nThe very, very, very, very spry springaree\\nThat slides through the glare of the water\\neverywhere,\\nOn the shifting, lifting bottom of the deep blue\\nsea", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA. 75\\nAt the bottom of the sea there is strangest mys-\\ntery.\\nFor the queen of all the sprites is living there,\\nWith amber beads for eyes, and she lives on oys-\\nter fries.\\nAnd she hates to hear the wicked sailors swear;\\nAnd her hair,\\nIt is fair;\\nIt is fair, fair, fair;\\nIt is very, very, very, very, very bright and fair;\\nAnd the fishes swim about through her palace\\nin and out,\\nThrough the water that is shifting and is lifting\\neverywhere.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76 AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.\\nBut I want to tell you, dear, and I hope that you\\nwill hear,\\nThat really it is better to be living on the\\nground,\\nWhere the things are not so queer, but the at-\\nmosphere is clear,\\nAnd in order to enjoy it tisn t needful to be\\ndrowned;\\nFor you know\\n(It is so.\\nAnd you should know, know)\\nIt is really, really chilly where the dim depths be;\\nAnd it s surely very tough; yes, it certainly is\\nrough,\\nFor you can t breathe a little in the deep blue\\nsea.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "LITTLE IVHITE SISTER. 77\\nLITTLE WHITE SISTER.\\n/^A H, little white Sister, secluded out yonder,\\nSaying your Aves from day unto day,\\nWhat are your hopes and your visions, I wonder.\\nWhat are your fancies of life and its way\\nKnow you the burdens, the cares and the losses\\nWaiting the weary outside of your door\\nKnow you how heavy, how heavy the crosses\\nKnow you the hearts that are troubled and\\nsore\\nLittle white Sister,\\nTell me, I pray.\\nWhat do you dream\\nAs the years grow gray", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 LITTLE WHITE SISTER.\\nOh. little white Sister, your heart has its fan-\\ncies\\nI look in your eyes and I know it is so\\nThey steal from your soul in the half-timid\\nglances,\\nThen steal again back, as a spirit might go.\\nYour voice is so quiet, I wonder, I wonder\\nIf the charm of contentment you really have\\nfound.\\nDoes peace indeed dwell your white raiment un-\\nder\\nDoes your spirit s horizon no mist of doubt\\nbound\\nLittle white Sister,\\nTell me, I pray,\\nDoes peace in your breast\\nDwell ever and ave", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "LITTLE WHITE SISTER. 79\\nOh, little white Sister, out here in the battle\\nThe smoke of the struggle envelops us all;\\nWe lose His low voice in the musketry s rattle,\\nAnd the mad dream of glory still holds us in\\nthrall;\\nAnd we drag on our chains, or iron or golden,\\nAnd we cry at the last that this life is a lie;\\nAnd we turn dreamy eyes to the days that are\\nolden\\nDo the years with you. Sister, glide peacefully\\nby\\nLittle white Sister,\\nTell me, I pray.\\nIs your soul at peace,\\nRemoved from the frj y", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o LITTLE WHITE SISTER.\\nOh, little white Sister, in gentle petitions\\nI pray you remember one soul of unrest;\\nShorn of his happiness, mocked by ambitions.\\nCross little white hands for him over your\\nbreast;\\nFor he has forgotten the battle s so dreary!\\nThe words that he learned at a dear mother s\\nknee,\\nAnd his heart it is dumb for life is a-weary!\\nLittle white Sister, reach upward, for me.\\nLittle white Sister,\\nPeace unto thee;\\nIn gentle petitions\\nRemember thou me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOLGIRL THA T J HA TED. 8l\\nTHE SCHOOLGIRL THAT I HATED.\\nOMETIMES when memory draws the veil\\nand I look back a way\\nTo where the sun was shining in my happy,\\nyouthful day\\n1 catch the scent of lilacs as they blossomed by\\nour door.\\nAnd I hear the robins chirping as they used to\\nchirp of yore,\\nAnd the oriole is flitting like a ball of living fire,\\nAnd the river s sort o whispering just as though\\ntwould never tire;\\nAnd then, amid the faces that on memory s\\nscreen I see,\\nComes the schoolgirl that I hated when she sat\\nin front of me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82 THE SCHOOLGIRL THA T I HA TED.\\nSomeway I see her plainly now in scanty dress of\\nblue,\\nWith eyes in part coquettish and in part serene\\nand true;\\nWith curls that liked to catch the light and twist\\nit in and out,\\nAnd lips just right for kissing, if they were in-\\nclined to pout.\\nI knew that she was pretty, but I said she was no\\ngood\\nThough I couldn t help admiring her; no boy\\nthat s human could\\nBut she made up faces at me, and she could a\\nvixen be.\\nThe schoolgirl that I hated when she sat in front\\nof me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE SCHOOLGIRL THA T I HA TED. 83\\nShe wouldn t play at marbles, and she couldn t\\nplay at ball,\\nAnd I often intimated that she was no good at\\nall.\\nI dropped a cricket down her back in cheerful,\\nboyish way.\\nAnd she yelled first; then I yelled next, when\\nteacher was to pay.\\nShe wouldn t coon a melon, though I asked\\nher oftentimes.\\nAnd she ridiculed my first attempts at poor and\\nbroken rhymes.\\nOh, she was a thorough failure, as any boy can\\nsee,\\nThe schoolgirl that I hated when she sat in front\\nof me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 THE SCHOOLGIRL THA T I HA TED.\\nShe beat me at the lessons that we found within\\nour books,\\nAnd when she went above me all scornful were\\nher looks;\\nBut when the teacher whipped me I saw her cry\\none day,\\nAnd I said that girls is better than what some\\nfellers say;\\nAnd I sort of half forgave her for her lack of\\nhardihood,\\nThough I even then insisted that she really was\\nno good;\\nBut times have changed since then, for I I m\\nmarried, don t you see,\\nTo the schoolgirl that I hated when she sat in\\nfront of me.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IF DREAMS WERE GOLD. 8S\\nIF DREAMS WERE GOLD.\\nT F dreams were gold Fd build for you,\\nMy love, my own, a palace fair\\nAs Babylonian monarchs knew,\\nAnd you should dwell right regnant there.\\nFor, oh, my love, Fve wealth of dreams;\\nThey press upon my waking brain.\\nHalf glad, half sad that pressure seems,\\nLike the strange joy akin to pain.\\nIf dreams were gold, dear heart, dear heart,\\nThe realm of beauty were your own,\\nAnd skilled designers of the mart\\nShould weave and build for you alone.\\nFor, oh, these dreams whose glories shine\\nWithin my heart, within my soul,\\nTheir joy, alas, is only mine;\\nAnd I would give to you the whole.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 IF DREAMS WERE GOLD.\\nIf dreams were gold Oh, love of mine,\\nFull well I know, who sit and dream,\\nThat gold ne er bought one bliss divine;\\nNo heaven answers to its gleam.\\nThen since I dream I know not why\\nAnd since the dreams are mine alone.\\nLet all the lack of part supply.\\nAnd take the dreamer for your own.\\nTake the poor dreamer, and his dreams\\nShall bathe you in their mellow light.\\nAs in some vale the moonlight gleams\\nAbout the rose asleep at night;\\nAnd we shall richer be, I trow.\\nAy, richer by a wealth untold.\\nThan any riches we might know\\nIf dreams were gold, if dreams were gold.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "IVHEN THE STARS SLEEP. 8?\\nWHEN THE STARS SLEEP.\\n^17 HEN the little stars sleep, they rest, we\\nknow,\\nOn the cloudland s misty pillows,\\nTill the sun creeps over the western world\\nAnd is drowned in the ocean billows;\\nThen straightway they peep from their chamber\\nout,\\nA watch on the gray earth keeping,\\nBut the world rolls on, with its toil and doubt,\\nAnd it cares not a whit for their peeping.\\nThe world rolls on, and its children sing\\nA song to the rhythm of pleasure,\\nTill the Player strikes a minor string\\nAnd slower, and slow, is the measure.\\nPassion and Happiness, Joy and Shame,\\nJoin hands while the world is dreaming\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nStill the stars look down from their heights of\\nflame,\\nGod s peace o er the tumult beaming.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "S8 IV HEN THE STARS SLEEP.\\nThen the sun comes up o er the eastern land,\\nAnd the stars creep back in wonder,\\nTill he tucks them away with his great white\\nhand,\\nThe sky s blue coverlet under;\\nBut all of the day they wait and wait,\\nAnd all of its moments they measure,\\nTill they look again on that strange, mad dance\\nThe dance to the rhythm of pleasure.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "IN THE CITY, THE CITY. 89\\nIN THE CITY, THE CITY.\\nIN the city, the city, the fog creeps in\\nTo hide with its curtain the phantom of sin,\\nAnd the fever of hurry has seized on all,\\nThe rich and the poor, and it holds them in\\nthrall\\nAnd they race with Time till the race is run.\\nAnd the grave is the goal that the effort won.\\nAnd they push and jostle and scheme and plot\\nIn the city, the city, where God is not.\\nIn the city, the city, I note the care\\nThat gnaws at a life till the life is bare;\\nAnd the children who skulk in the alleys, all\\nAre old from their birth and pinched and small.\\nThere are women who live in a self-made hell,\\nAnd their hearts beat on like a funeral knell;\\nAnd lives like the nightshade blossom and rot\\nIn the city, the city, where God is not.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90 JN THE CITY, THE CITY.\\nIn the city, the city, I long to rest\\nWhere the hills stoop down to the crimson west,\\nWhere the brooks leap down from the summer s\\nsnow\\nAnd the poppied fields are with flame aglow,\\nWhere the squirrels hide and the brown quail\\nnest\\nAnd God sets a seal on the soul s unrest.\\nTo the hills and the mountains, each peace-\\nbreeding spot,\\nI turn from the city, where God is not.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "CITY AND COUNTRY IVA YS. 9I\\nCITY AND COUNTRY WAYS.\\nGUESS that I can never git much used to\\ncity ways.\\nSomeway in dodging through the streets I feel\\nI m in a maze,\\nAnd when some driver runs me down, or almost\\ndoes, before\\nI know he s anywhere around, I jump a rod or\\nmore\\nAn give a yell, the while he laughs and says,\\nYou fool, git out!\\nI wish that I was back again and jus a loafin\\nbout\\nAn knowin all my neighbors biz an tendin to\\nit, too.\\nThe way that country people can an almost\\nalways do.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 CITY AND COUNTRY WAYS.\\nWhen these here waggins that they run without\\nno horses on\\nComes sHdin up to where I am an scare me till\\nI m wan,\\nI always wish that I could be back where the\\ncountry lies\\nJus sort o reachin out to God and smilin to\\nHis skies.\\nI want to go back there again an liear the peo-\\nple say:\\nWaal, how s your inflooenzy now, and how s\\nthe kid to-day?\\nFer city folks don t know my biz an sort o run\\nit, too.\\nThe way that country people can an almost\\nalways do.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "CITY AND COUNTRY WAYS. 93\\nOf course I know the city folks has theatres an\\nall,\\nBut when the baby s middlin sick they hardly\\never call;\\nThey don t drop in an say, B gee! D you hear\\nthat Bilkins twins\\nHas took the measles? Punishment, I s pose,\\nfer father s sins.\\nAn when my rheumatiz comes on an breaks my\\nneeded rest\\nThere s not a wave of trouble rolls across their\\npeaceful breast.\\nAn so I say I want to go where folks my biz U\\nrun,\\nThe way the country folks I know have almost\\nalways done.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 THE OLDEN DA YS, THE GOLDEN DA YS.\\nTHE OLDEN DAYS, THE GOLDEN DAYS.\\nI HE olden days, the golden days, the days\\nwhen we were young,\\nWhen life was all a hymn of praise and we the\\nones who sung;\\nThe laughter of that elder time comes ringing\\nback to me,\\nThe echo of a silvery chime from o er a widening\\nsea;\\nAnd still I hear both sweet and clear the voices\\nhushed and low,\\nLike whispers from another sphere, of friends of\\nlong ago.\\nLike some gray ghost my spirit strays the\\nghosts of dawn among\\nAnd sighs to praise the olden days, the days\\nwhen we were young.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE OLDEN DA YS, THE GOLDEN DA YS. 95\\nThe olden days, the golden days oh, boyhood s\\nheart of fire.\\nIs this the ending of the ways? For this didst\\nthou aspire?\\nA dream that ended in a dream? A hope now\\nlying dead?\\nA little time to toil and scheme with naught but\\ngloom o erhead?\\nIs this the answer life must give unto its promise\\nfair?\\nHopes, idle hopes, that may not live, and faith\\nthat fights despair?\\nA dream that never pain allays? A halting, lisp-\\ning tongue?\\nOh, better far the olden days, the days when we\\nwere young.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "96 THE OLDEN DA YS, THE GOLDEN DA YS.\\nThe olden days, the golden days when care was\\nall unknown,\\nStill back to them my memory strays and there\\nit dwells alone,\\nAlone and lonely, yet tis blessed, for so they\\ncheer me yet,\\nThe ones who wandered or do rest unheeding\\ncare and fret.\\nFar fields of clover all abloom, low hills my boy-\\nhood knew,\\nFrom the dim present and its gloom, I turn, I\\nturn to you;\\nFrom the drear maze of weary days with clouds\\nof doubt o erhung,\\nI turn to days, the golden days, the days when\\nwe were young.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "TO THE PIONEERS THAT REMAIN 97\\nTO THE PIONEERS THAT REMAIN.\\nT HAVE no word to speak their praise.\\nTheirs was the deed; the guerdon ours.\\nThe wilderness and weary days\\nWere theirs alone; for us the flowers.\\nThey sowed the seed that we might reap;\\nOurs is the fruitage of their years.\\nAnd now, behold, they drop to sleep,\\nAnd we have naught for them save tears.\\nThe flag, whose luster none may mar.\\nThe brightest thing that loves the air,\\nSee you our California s star\\nAmidst the rest? They set it there.\\nWhat wonder that it droops to-day,\\nThe while another folds his hands,\\nAnd, silent, floats away, away,\\nFrom golden sands to golden sands.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98 TO THE PIONEERS THAT REMAIN.\\nSo they go out. A little while,\\nAnd none shall answer to the call.\\nStill shall the great world weep or smile,\\nBut they shall be all silent all.\\nStill shall the life-tides ebb and flow\\nAnd mark the rhythm of the years,\\nBut they no more shall heed or know,\\nForgotten cares and hopes and fears.\\nWhen they are gone; when o er one s clay\\nOur tears of long farewell shall fall.\\nWe ll pay our tribute then, and say:\\nHe was the last, the last of all.\\nAh, they were stalwart men, we ll sigh,\\nThe future s promise on each brow.\\nSo shall we whisper then, but I\\nI pay that tribute here and now.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "A LITTLE, LITTLE FELLOW. 99\\nT\\nA LITTLE, LITTLE FELLOW.\\nHERE S a little, little fellow, and he s really\\nvery small,\\nFor he measures by my table and he isn t quite\\nso tall;\\nAnd this little, little fellow in the evening seeks\\nmy knees.\\nAnd he says: Now won t oo tell me jus the\\nnicest tories, p ease?\\nAnd then I tell him stories that I wouldn t dare\\nto say\\nAre of the usual run of things we meet on every\\nday;\\nAnd the last thing that he asks me is, with story-\\ntelling through,\\nNow do you pose when I m growed up I ll\\nknow as much as you?", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "lOO A LITTLE, LITTLE FELLOW.\\nOh, little, little fellow, who sit upon my knee,\\nI know how all misplaced is this, the faith you\\nrest in me.\\nMy wisdom is a fiction, and my stock of knowl-\\nedge small;\\nLike you, I guess the Father knows, and He is\\nover all.\\nI stumble on the journey and I falter as I go.\\nAnd where the days shall lead me I never, never\\nknow.\\nBut, though I m all unworthy of your faith, it\\ncheers me, too.\\nWith Do you pose when I m growed up I ll\\nknow as much as you?", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A UTTLE, LITTLE FELLOW.\\nOh, little, little fellow, I really hope you will.\\nI want to feel when I leave off you ll be advanc-\\ning still;\\nAnd if sometimes I half have seen a light beyond\\nthe mist,\\nI trust that by its purest rays your pathway may\\nbe kissed.\\nBut whatsoe er the years may bring, and what-\\nsoe er their lore.\\nSomeway I m hoping here to-night, as I have\\nhoped before,\\nThat you may keep some part, at least, of faith\\nin me you knew\\nWhen oft you asked if when I m growed I ll\\nknow as much as you.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "WHO KNEW THIS MAN?\\nWHO KNEW THIS MAN\\nOD touched his eyes, and then, no doubt,\\nhe saw\\nWhat other men may only vaguely guess;\\nBehind dumb sorrow saw the loving Law,\\nAnd knew His wisdom sendeth pain to bless.\\nHe saw (though dimly) that behind the deed\\nThere stands the Doer waiting the event;\\nSo o er the rocks where human feet must bleed\\nHe walked, though bruised, with calm and full\\ncontent\\nGod touched his eyes.\\nGod touched his heart, and, lo, he felt the pain\\nOf those dread sorrows borne by human kind;\\nTo help another counted surest gain.\\nAnd lost himself that he might others find.\\nOh, ne er a hand outreached to him in vain,\\nFor I must love them was his tender\\nthought;\\nHe wiped the eyes bewet with trouble s rain.\\nTill glorious manhood for himself he\\nwrought\\nGod touched his heart.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "IVHO KNEW THIS MAN? I03\\nGod touched his soul. The clink of yellow gold\\nHe counted nothing save to better men;\\nFor selfish ends the stuff he could not hold,\\nBut saw dread want and let it go again.\\nAlone he walked, yet blessed by all he knew;\\nAlone he lived, but hundreds loved his name;\\nInto the lives of careworn men he grew,\\nAnd saw and felt dull sorrow s strenuous\\nclaim\\nGod touched his soul.\\nGod touched his life. One night they found him\\nthere,\\nWith smile of welcome for the angel gray;\\nBut Death himself could only make him fair,\\nAnd peace was with him, as he, dreaming, lay.\\nAnd then they came, glad youth and somber age.\\nAnd stood beside that humble, lowly bed.\\nAnd tears fell fast that nothing might assuage,\\nAnd, Much I loved him; it was all they\\nsaid\\nGod touched his life.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "I04 THE BOYS OF THE COUNTRY PRESS.\\nTHE BOYS OF THE COUNTRY PRESS.\\nI ^HE boys, the boys of the country press\\nWho strive and toil while their pile\\ngrows less.\\nWho take in potatoes and wood and hay\\nAnd corn and mutton and beans for pay.\\nWho write heavy leaders, and set them, too;\\nWho say, Well, I guess that these beans will\\ndo\\nWhen the flour gives out, nor whistle the less\\nI sing to the boys of the country press.\\nI sing to the boys God bless them all!\\nWho sit in their sanctums drear and small.\\nWhile the partisan tells them why times are bad,\\nAnd the merchant drops in to stop his ad,\\nAnd the parson explains theological things.\\nAnd the granger remarks, as his trophy he\\nbrings:\\nNaow this here pertater s the socker, I\\nguess\\nI sing to the boys of the country press.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE BOYS OF THE COUNTRY PRESS. I05\\nI sing to the boys in a humble place\\nWho turn to the days a resolute face,\\nWho feel that each duty has something to bless,\\nThough they bow to the sweep of the old hand-\\npress;\\nThe boys who toil on till their toiling is done,\\nAs editor, foreman and typo in one,\\nWith people who curse them, and others to\\nbless\\nI sing to the boys of the country press.\\nI sing to the boys may a blessing fall\\nOn the toilers who sit in the sanctums small!\\nAnd if patient endeavor is worthy its prize,\\nIf the low path of duty leads on to the skies,\\nIf there s never an eflfort, how lowly soe er.\\nBut its certain fruition draws steadily near.\\nWhy, then, when the shadows have folded, I\\nguess\\nThe One who is leading and guiding to bless\\nHis subscription will pay to the country press.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "Io6 WE SHALL REST SWEETLY.\\nWE SHALL REST SWEETLY.\\nT ^7 E shall lie down to the infinite rest,\\nE en as the millions before us.\\nSweetly we ll sleep on the great Mother s breast,\\nThe calm, tender Mother that bore us.\\nPassion of loving and tumult of strife,\\nThey shall be buried forever;\\nWith white hands enfolded we ll look back to life\\nAnd smile at its weary endeavor.\\nWe shall rest sweetly oh, wonderful rest!\\nAs a babe lies asleep on its dear mother s breast;\\nTrials forgotten and errors confessed.\\nWe shall rest sweetly, so sweetly.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "IVE SHALL REST SIVEETLY. I07\\nHaply through eyelids down drooping shall steal\\nA vision One sendeth to cheer us,\\nWhite homes of peace that the earth-mists con-\\nceal,\\nLoved ones and vanished ones near us.\\nHaply from out of the little, low room\\nA stairway and star-way shall lead us\\nTo the country of light from the valley of gloom,\\nWhere angels shall guide us and heed us.\\nWe shall rest sweetly down under the sod,\\nKnowing the stairway that leads up to God,\\nThe crystal white star-way by angel-feet trod\\nWe shall rest sweetly, so sweetly.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Io8 JUDGED HE WAS RIGHT.\\nI JUDGED HE WAS RIGHT.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0p? F the crops was good Brother Ephrum\\nwould say,\\nWell, I jedge that the price ll be low, anyway;\\nAn if prices was good he d say, Well, I fear\\nThey re goin to be down in the suller nex\\nyear;\\nEf ever thing went jest es smooth es could be,\\nHe d look to the futur an trouble he d see,\\nAn he d say: Well, per aps it s all right, but,\\nI jing!\\nI m mightily skeered what nex season ll bring.\\nThat s the way that he talked.\\nEf the weather was windy he said that he knowed\\nThe buds frum the dern apple trees would be\\nblowed;\\nEf a fortnight went by with no signs of a rain\\nHe said that a drowth was a-comin again;", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "JUDGED HE WAS RIGHT. I09\\nAn he said that the wheat would be half of a\\ncrop,\\nFer the bugs was jus certain to eat it all up;\\nAn his fav rite expression was allers: I jing!\\nI m mightily skeered what nex season ll bring.\\nIt was allers that way.\\nOne day Brother Ephrum was passin away,\\nAn the fambily gathered to hear what he d say.\\nBut he didn t say much, jest heavin some sighs,\\nWile the mists was a-gatherin in front of his\\neyes.\\nBut at last a low whisper the fambily heard,\\nAn o course they stooped down so s to catch\\nevery word;\\nBut all that he uttered was only: I jing!\\nI m mightily skeered what nex season ll bring.\\nAn I jedged he was right.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "A SONG FOR THE LITTLE CHAPS.\\nA SONG FOR THE LITTLE CHAPS.\\nT T ERE is a song for the little chaps,\\nThe little, wee fellows who don t know\\nwhy\\nThe round world turns; and I guess, perhaps,\\nThat neither do you and neither do L\\nHere is a song for the comical mites,\\nRound and rosy and fat and sleek,\\nWho gaze in amaze on the world s queer sights;\\nAnd here is the blessing I cannot speak.\\nHere is a song for the ones that gaze\\nIn queer consternation on finger and toe.\\nAnd note they are moving in speechless amaze,\\nAnd wonder who wound them and made the\\nthings go.\\nThe dear little fellows who deem mother s breast\\nIs all of the world, and a good world, too,\\nI am singing to them, while they lie at rest;\\nAnd really what better is there to do?", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "A SONG FOR THE LITTLE CHAPS. Ill\\nHere is a song for the babes that stand\\nNearer to God than the grown folk do;\\nFresh little buds from the Heaven-land\\nWho deem that the world is fresh and new.\\nBundles of helplessness, dearer than all\\nYet born of the morning and kissed by its\\ndew;\\nFeeble and wondering, blinking and small,\\nBabes whom I love, I am singing to you.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "iVE WEARY OF IT ALL.\\nWE WEARY OF IT ALL.\\n1 Tl 7 HO does not weary of it all,\\nOf hope so high, fulfillment bare;\\nThe petty strife, the petty care.\\nAnd doubt which holds the soul in thrall?\\nOf little jealousies we feed.\\nOf that incessant, spiteful cry,\\nI fear that he is more than I,\\nWhen both of us are small indeed?\\nOur hands fall down like leaden things,\\nBut soon we lift them with a frown\\nAnd strive to tear our brother down\\nFrom that low height whereto he clings.\\nAnd This, we say, this ceaseless strife.\\nWhich bids us when one falls rejoice,\\nBut, oh, the vailing in the voice!\\nThis constant warfare, this is life.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "tVE IVEARV OF IT ALL. II3\\nAnd so we build for some poor prize\\nOur foolish structure on the sand\\nUntil it crumbles neath our hand,\\nAnd, God, we cry, our dreams are lies.\\nAnd if one holds a clearer thought,\\nA faith, a hope no red earth bribes,\\nOho, we cry, with mocking gibes,\\nHe is a dreamer and distraught.\\nHe is a savior. Crucify\\nOh, mad, mad world, thy Calvary\\nStill bears its bitter fruit for thee.\\nAnd still to love is but to die.\\nOh, God, we weary of it all,\\nOf this incessant, cruel strife;\\nOf grief, of hatred, aye, of life;\\nWe weary, and we wait Thy call.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "114 A LULLABY.\\nA LULLABY.\\nQ* LEEP, my little one, where you float\\nOn the Dreamland Sea in the Dreamland\\nBoat;\\nBut where is that sea and whither you go,\\nAh, who is so wise that he ever may know?\\nThere the sails of the voyager onward are fanned\\nBy the lullaby breezes from Hushabyland,\\nAnd the boat is a cradle that swings to and fro,\\nBut whither it bears you, ah, none of us know.\\nSleep, my little one. None may know\\nWhither the Dreamboat saileth.\\nBut One heedeth ever wherever you go,\\nAnd His is a love never faileth.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "A LULLABY. II5\\nSleep, my little one, sleep and dream\\nAs you float, float away on the wonderful stream\\nThat leads to the land where the white angels be.\\nWhich I, in my blindness, no longer may see.\\nThere the Angel of Love and the Angel of Rest\\nShall cuddle my bairnie so close to the breast\\nThat only the thought of the mother and me\\nCould bring you safe home again over the sea.\\nSleep, my little one, sleep and smile,\\nFloating, ah, none may know whither;\\nYou shall sail back again after a while.\\nGuided by angel hands hither.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "Il6 IT IS WELL TO REMEMER\\nIT IS WELL TO REMEMBER.\\nTT is well to remember this thing, you know:\\nThough the rains may descend and the winds\\nmay blow;\\nThough the skies may be dark as the hour of\\nfate,\\nAnd our latter be worse than our former state,\\nYet over the clouds there is always the sun,\\nAnd the stars will appear when the tempest is\\ndone;\\nAnd the soul needs its woe\\nNeath the rain, flowers grow\\nIt is well to remeniber this thing, you know.\\nIt is well to remember this thing, you know:\\nThe stalwart may stand neath the cruelest blow.\\nFor the soul, tempest driven, must turn to its\\nGod,\\nAs the rain-beaten flowers look up from the sod;\\nAnd the fragrance of love is the price of our\\npain.\\nAs the blossoms grow sweet neath the blows of\\nthe rain.\\nHeigh-ho and heigh-ho\\nWe weep, but we grow,\\nAnd it s well to remember this thing, you know.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "WAITING FOR SANTA GLAUS. 1 1?\\nT\\nWAITING FOR SANTA CLAUS.\\nHEY say he s but a pretty myth, the Santa\\nClaus I knew\\nWhen I was but a Httle chap, with little notions,\\ntoo;\\nThey say he doesn t go about with reindeers and\\na sleigh,\\nAnd lots and lots of toys and things he xneans to\\ngive away.\\nBut let them say whate er they please, I not the\\nless must feel\\nThat few indeed are things of life so very, very\\nreal\\nAs was the joy of girl and boy say not it lacked\\na cause\\nWhen mother tucked us in our bed to wait for\\nSanta Claus.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "Il8 WAITING FOR SANTA CLAUS.\\nNow go to sleep, our mother said ah, still\\nthe words I hear,\\nBut how on earth could children sleep when\\nSanta Claus was near?\\nAnd so we whispered for a time and rolled and\\ntumbled some.\\nAnd felt assured that Christmas morn would\\nnever, never come,\\nUntil at length the elves of sleep tied down our\\nlashes fast.\\nAnd gently we sailed o er the sea the dream-\\nland sea at last;\\nAnd in the morning ere the sun first peeped our\\nwindows through\\nDon t tell me Santa didn t come; I guess we\\nchildren knew.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "WAITING FOR SANTA CLAUS. II9\\nDon t tell me Santa didn t come O, dreamland\\ngirl and boy,\\nIt was no fiction that you knew a joy surpassing\\njoy.\\nWhite-robed, I hear you patter still across the\\nbedroom floor\\nTo delve within the stockings depths for toys,\\nand yet for more.\\nIf this be fiction I recall, then by my sager years\\nI vow that they are phantoms all cur hopes,\\nand e en our fears.\\nAnd I am wishing here to-night, despite cold\\nwisdom s laws,\\nThat mother now might tuck us in to wait for\\nSanta Claus.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "AS I WOULD BELIEVE.\\nAS I WOULD BELIEVE.\\nT WANT to keep thinking that God s as true,\\nAnd the grass as green and the skies as blue,\\nAs they used to be when my life was young\\nAnd the bird of the morn to my spirit sung.\\nI want to look out through my time-dimmed\\neyes\\nTo the ships of mist in the sea of skies,\\nAnd feel that the hand that guides them there\\nWill still for my faltering footsteps care.\\nFor someway I think as the years grow old\\nAnd our heads turn gray that our hearts grow\\ncold;\\nAnd I d like to keep the old-time trust,\\nLest my soul shall turn to ashes and dust;\\nI would like to hold my faith in man,\\nNor his life s emotion with coldness scan;\\nI fain would believe, as I used to do,\\nWhen my life was young and its skies were blue.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "AS I WOULD BELIEVE.\\nFor I d sooner have faith in one heart s truth,\\nAs I did in the days of my golden youth,\\nThan, knowing the world, lose faith and sigh:\\nAh, hope s a delusion and life is a lie!\\nI would sooner believe, though it prove me a\\nfool,\\nThat the Teacher is heeding our lessons in\\nschool\\nThan moan to the night: It all is vain,\\nAnd the object of pain is only pain.\\nSo I ll cling to the trust that I m battling here\\nThough it be with a sigh or a falling tear\\nFor an end that is hidden the mist behind;\\nAnd I ll dream that His purpose is always kind.\\nLet it prove me a fool, if you will. I say\\nThat I d sooner press on in such simple way\\nThan, knowing o er much (which Is nothing),\\nsigh\\nAlas! I have lived, but my life was a lie.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "AS T LIE HERE AND DREAM.\\nAS I LIE HERE AND DREAM.\\nA S I lie here and dream I hear\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0A mead lark whistHng sweet and clear,\\nAnd straightly then his mate replies\\nFrom yonder where the willow lies.\\nOh, life is sweet, he sings alway;\\nAnd love is life, she hastes to say.\\nAnd then they sing together so\\nThat angels listen where they go\\nAs I lie here and dream.\\nAs I lie here the river flows.\\nAnd whispers to me as it goes.\\nAnd just one word it seems to say,\\nJust Peace and Peace and Peace alway.\\nAnd soon the world grows hushed and still;\\nDown drops the sun behind its hill,\\nAnd, Soul, be silent, low I say,\\nFor now is Nature going to pray\\nAs I lie here and dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "AS J LIE BE RE AND DREAM. 1 23\\nAs I lie here the stars creep out\\nAnd wink their eyes and look about.\\nA katydid chirps out its cheer,\\nAnd then there sound, or far or near,\\nThe tiny voices of the night.\\nAnd all the world is hushed and white;\\nAnd straight are banished care and doubt\\nThey are so small when God s about\\nAs I lie here and dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "124 A SONG FOR THE UNDER DOG.\\nA SONG FOR THE UNDER DOG.\\nXT OW here is a song for the under dog, the\\nweak under dog in the fight,\\nFor though he is down, and he s terribly down,\\nmayhap he s the dog that is right.\\nIt isn t the cur who is largest, you know, whose\\nmorals are always the best.\\nAnd a sanctified pup with a halo, I trow, might\\nsuccumb in a physical test.\\nIf might could make right but it cannot, you\\nsee, and I think you ll admit it were quaint\\nIf a blacksmith must always the best of men be,\\nand a bruiser must pose as a saint.\\nThe man who succeeds may succeed as a knave,\\nand in morals fly fearfully light,\\nAnd that s why your sympathy kindly I crave for\\nthe weak under dog in the fight.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A SO.\\\\G FOR THE UNDER DOG. I25\\nThe martyrs who died for the cause that they\\ndeemed was surely the cause of their God,\\nFrom whose wounds, gaping widely, the life-\\nblood has streamed till it reddened the\\nblossoming sod;\\nThe martyrs who gave it was all they could\\ndo their lives for the truth and the right,\\nWhat were they, bethink you with sorrow and\\nrue, but man s under dogs in the fight?\\nPerhaps in the far-away end but who knows?\\nand your guess is no better than mine,\\nFor we preface our knowledge always with\\nsuppose as the great verb to live we\\ndecline.\\nSo, putting all guesses straightway to the rear, it\\nseemeth most certainly right\\nTo take ofif our hats and to heartily cheer for the\\nweak under dog in the fight.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "126 A SONG FOR THE UNDER DOG.\\nSo here is my cheer for the poor under dog. He\\nis not the strongest, but then,\\nIt may hap that he s better by far than the dog\\nthat chews him again and again.\\nHis stock may be finer, his loyalty proved, and I\\nthink you will hardly demur\\nWhen I say that quite often the dog on the top\\nis the scurviest kind of a cur.\\nAnd as the rule runs in the big canine world, so\\nit runs with us humans, I know;\\nToo often some cur of a man is on top, with a\\nreally good fellow below,\\nAnd that s why I m singing as best I know how\\nthis lame little anthem to-night\\nTo the poor, hungry devil who s clear out of\\nluck the weak under dog in the fight.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "IVHA7 IS THE DREAM IN MY BABVS EYES* 127\\nWHAT IS THE DREAM IN MY BABY S\\nEYES?\\nWHAT is the dream in the baby s eyes,\\nAs she lies and blinks in mute surprise?\\nWith little, wee hands that aimlessly go\\nHither and thither and to and fro;\\nWith little, wee feet that shall lead her\u00e2\u0080\u0094 God\\nknows,\\nBut a prayer from my heart like a benison goes;\\nBundle of helplessness, yonder she lies\\nWhat is the dream in my baby s eyes\\nWhat does she wonder, and what does she know\\nThat we have forgotten so long, long ago?\\nBathed in the dawnlight, what does she see\\nThat slow years have hidden from you and f^om\\nme?\\nOut of the yesterdays, seeth she yet\\nThe things that in living she soon shall forget,\\nAll that is hidden beyond the blue skies?\\nWhat is the dream in my baby s eyes?", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "I2S IFHA T IS THE DREAM IN MY BABY S EVES?\\nSpeak to me, little one, ere you forget:\\nWhat is the thought that is lingering yet?\\nWhere is the land where the yesterdays meet.\\nWaiting and waiting the morrows to greet?\\nYou wee, funny bundle, who only will blink,\\nWhat do you wonder, and what do you think?\\nBlue as the moonlight asleep in the skies.\\nWhat is the dream in my baby s eyes?", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "IfY GRANDSIRE S LET US PRA V. lag\\nMY GRANDSIRE S LET US PRAY.\\n11 7 HEN the morning meal was ended, my\\ngrandsire used to say:\\nLet us ask our Heavenly Father now to help\\nus through the day.\\nThen he took the well-worn Bible from the little\\ncorner stand,\\nAnd read about the glories of the happy, prom-\\nised land.\\nThere was just a little quaver in his voice when-\\ne er he read\\nHow the One who loved the people had not\\nwhere to lay His head,\\nBut he told in tone triumphant how the stead-\\nfast win the fray;\\nThen closed the book with reverence, softly say-\\ning: Let us pray.\\nOur Heavenly Father, in Thy hands\\nOur lives are placed for keeping.\\nGuard us in mercy through the day;\\nWatch over us while sleeping;\\nAnd, if we sin, in love forgive;\\nThou knowest all our blindness.\\nIn darkness groping, still we trust\\nOurselves unto- Thy kindness.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "I30 My GRANDSIRE S LET US PRA K\\nIt was a little homely prayer, old fashioned if\\nyou will,\\nBut in my heart it s echoing yet and never will\\nbe still.\\nIts only eloquence or charm was on my grand-\\nsire s face,\\nYet I m certain that it mounted to the Father s\\nthrone of grace;\\nAnd I think the angels listened just to hear the\\nreverent tone\\nIn which that gray-haired Christian made his\\nwants and sorrows known;\\nAnd though my feet have wandered oft from\\nduty s narrow way\\nSomehow I feel I m better for my grandsire s\\nLet us pray.\\nOh, teach us. Father, that Thy way\\nIs always one of beauty,\\nAnd guide us lest our feet shall stray\\nFrom out the path of duty.\\nLife s hill is rugged. Father; lead,\\nOh, lead us safely on;\\nFit thou Thy mercy to our need,\\nTill robes of light we don.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "MV GRANDSIRE S LET US PRAV: I3I\\nThe prayer was long. I still recall how I would\\nsquirm and wriggle,\\nAnd at my sister faces make till she perforce\\nmust giggle;\\nYet, through the recklessness of youth, some\\nwords of human pleading\\nWould touch the boy and make him think of\\npaths to Heaven leading.\\nThe kindness on that dear old face was written\\nlike a blessing;\\nThe love and peace that lingered there are past\\nmy poor expressing,\\nBut I know that I am better for the words he\\nused to say\\nWhen he closed the Bible gently, saying softly,\\nLet us pray.\\nOh, Thou, who blessed the children here\\nAnd held them in Thy keeping.\\nBless Thou these two to us so dear,\\nThy mercies on them heaping.\\nThrough weary ways their feet must go;\\nTemptation will assail them,\\nBut Thou wilt loving kindness show\\nAnd never, never fail them.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "132 MY GRANDSIRE S -LET US PRA\\nTis many years since he went home, by God s\\nown angels greeted\\nI know in Heaven s foremost row the rare old\\nman is seated.\\nNo more I hear his loving words, no more his\\nkindly greeting.\\nBut if I live one-half as well there ll be another\\nmeeting.\\nMy feet have wandered oftentimes; I caused him\\ncare and worry;\\nI d like to take his hand in mine and tell him I\\nam sorry;\\nAnd there s one thing I hope he knows up in the\\nland of day:\\nI ve always been the better for his gentle Let\\nus pray.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "WHEN WHEAT IS WORTH A DOLLAR. 133\\nWHEN WHEAT IS WORTH A DOLLAR.\\nWJ HEN wheat is worth a dollar, with a ten-\\ndency to rise,\\nOn the horny-handed granger there are scarcely\\nany flies;\\nAnd he often stops to chuckle mid the labors of\\nthe day,\\nAnd to ask the passing stranger, Have you\\nread the markets? Hay!\\nAnd his smile s a combination of a chasm and a\\nhole\\nAnd there s not a wave of trouble stirs his opti-\\nmistic soul,\\nAs he says: They call us hayseeds, but I\\nreckon we re no guys.\\nWhen wheat is worth a dollar, with a tendency\\nto rise.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "134 WHEN WHEAT IS WORTH A DOLLAR.\\nWhen wheat is worth a dollar I wish that I\\ncould stand\\nAmong the honest grangers, with a pitchfork in\\nmy hand;\\nWith a pitchfork for an emblem, and a granary\\nfull of wheat,\\nAnd a cinch upon that mortgage that would\\nseem amazing sweet.\\nI would not be a banker, nor with the bankers\\nstand,\\nBut I yearn to be a granger of the horny-handed\\nbrand;\\nThen my hayseed jubilate would uplift the\\nvaulted skies\\nWhen wheat is worth a dollar, with a tendency\\nto rise.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "WHEN WHEAT IS WORTH A DOLLAR. 135\\nWhen wheat is worth a dollar and still is going\\nup;\\nWhen the farmer drinks the nectar Nature pours\\ninto his cup;\\nWhen his smile is broad and beaming, and his\\nlaugh is like a roar\\nAs he sees the golden gleaming of the wheat he\\nhas in store,\\nThen I hope congratulations are a thing that s\\nrather neat,\\nFrom a man who isn t farming and is mighty\\nshort of wheat,\\nFor be sure that I extend them, as this pean will\\nadvise.\\nWhen wheat is worth a dollar, with a tendency\\nto rise.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "THE LAND WHERE OUR DREAMS COME TRUE.\\nTHE LAND WHERE OUR DREAMS\\nCOME TRUE.\\nI\\nN the land where our dreams come true, little\\none,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true,\\nWe will bathe in the waters of Aidenn that run\\nFrom the glorified land, from the land of the sun,\\nAnd we ll joy in the prize that our life-efTort won.\\nIn the land where our dreams come true,\\nLittle one.\\nIn the land where our dreams come true.\\nThere are those whom we loved in the long, long\\nago.\\nIn the land where our dreams come true,\\nAnd we ll look in their eyes with the lovelight\\naglow.\\nAnd we ll walk by their side where the calm\\nwaters flow,\\nWith a peace in our hearts that the glorified\\nknow,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true,\\nHeigh-ho,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE LAND WHERE OUR DREAMS COME TRUE.\\nThe hopes that have perished shall waken again,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true;\\nThey will troop to our side from the yesterdays\\nfen,\\nFrom the valley of doubting, the shadowy glen;\\nThey will come with a blessing to children of\\nmen,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true,\\nDo you ken,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true.\\nSo we ll turn from the past and its wrack, dear\\nheart.\\nTo the land where our dreams come true;\\nWhere the miles shall not sunder or hold us\\napart,\\nBut the hope that we knew into being shall start,\\nAnd to know and to love is the ultimate art,\\nIn the land where our dreams come true,\\nDear heart.\\nIn the land where our dreams come true.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "138 HERE S TO THE MAN IVHO RISES AGAIN.\\nHERE S TO THE MAN WHO RISES\\nAGAIN.\\nNT OW here s to the man who rises again!\\nI know that the battle is long;\\nWe dream of the morrows, and dreaming is vain,\\nDownbeat in the maddening throng.\\nWe walk and we stumble; we fall as we go,\\nAnd our hopes are but written in vain,\\nBut we still may arise from the heaviest blow,\\nStand stalwart, erect, with our face to the foe;\\nAnd there s no one more worthy of honor, I\\ntrow,\\nThan the man who arises again.\\nWe are down in the valley; the mists are about.\\nThe pitfalls lie close at our feet;\\nWe send our Ideals to turmoil and rout,\\nAnd many s the failure we meet;", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "HERE S TO THE MA A HHO RISES AGAIN. I39\\nWe are crushed in the struggle; we re weary and\\nworn,\\nAnd we feel that our hopes are in vain.\\nBut still in the battle we re held and upborne\\nBy the thought that not vainly we sigh and we\\nmourn\\nThough the burden of failure in anguish we ve\\nworn,\\nWe may rise to our stature again.\\nTo throw and to lose is a wearisome tale,\\nA tale that is old as the sun;\\nBut who dares to write that the thrower shall fail\\nTill the sum of his throwing is done?\\nIn the uttermost failure success may be writ,\\nFor we stumble, the height to attain\\nIn the wardrobe of nature there s not a misfit,\\nAnd the height over yonder is ours, I submit.\\nIf, crushed and downfallen, we still strive for it,\\nAnd rise, though we re stricken, again.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "I40 HER FAITH NEVER FALTERS.\\nHER FAITH NEVER FALTERS.\\nTV yr Y little daughter comes to me,\\nAnd whispers, I am sorry;\\nAnd I I take her on my knee\\nAnd tell her not to worry;\\nAnd then I kiss her, and she knows\\nHow tenderly I love her.\\nWe re just two children, I suppose;\\nI not a whit above her.\\nAnd then she lays her cheek to mine,\\nAnd says, I love you dearly;\\nAnd in my eyes the teardrops shine\\nMy heart zvHl act so queerly.\\nShe says, My papa is so good,\\nThough I m unworthy of her.\\nDear little type of maidenhood,\\nI love her, oh, I love her.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "HER FAITH NEVER FALTERS. 14I\\nI think sometimes I d like to go\\nAnd tell her I am sorry,\\nFor, oh, my feet do falter so\\nMid life s unending worry.\\nDear, loyal heart! Suppose I should\\n(I have done so or nearly).\\nShe d only say, My papa s good.\\nI love him, oh, so dearly.\\nSo, mid the storm of life and years.\\nMy little daughter s kisses\\nAnd loyal faith have dried my tear-?,\\nAnd cares exchanged for blisses.\\nAnd, as I write, if tears will start.\\nThey re tears of gladness merely.\\nFor these words bless my weary heart:\\nI love my papa dearly.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "142 IVHEy I GO OUT ON MY WHEEL.\\nWHEN I GO OUT ON MY WHEEL.\\nfir HEN I go out on my wheel, the world\\nGoes scurrying past, as the Hand unfurled\\nThe leagues of hurrying brown or green;\\nAnd I see the little white houses between\\nThe hedges and trees, and the air strikes hard\\nOn my lifted face, and the odor of nard,\\nOf myrtle and roses, exalts like wine.\\nAs I ride on my wheel and the world is mine.\\nWhen I go out on my wheel, the town\\nFades away fades away into stretches of brown;\\nAnd I hear the murmur of brooks that run\\nThrough the shady nooks till they greet the sun.\\nAnd it s ho! oho! for the joy I feel\\nAs I ride, as I glide, on my steed cf steel;\\nAnd the day and its moments are all divine,\\nAs I ride on my wheel and the world is mine.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "WHEN I GO OUT ON MY WHEEL. 143\\nWhen I go out on my wheel, I know\\nThat back to the toil and the grind I must go;\\nBut I do not mind as the moments fly.\\nFor the world is fair and its child am I.\\nSo it s ho! for the hedges that glide and glide,\\nAnd it s ho! for the brooklets that hide and hide,\\nAnd it s ho! for the day with its smile benign.\\nWhen I ride on my wheel and the world is mine.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "144 A SONG FOR THE RANK AND FILE.\\nA SONG FOR THE RANK AND FILE.\\nV TOT to the brave commanders who ordered\\nthe boys to go\\nWhere the hail of death beat on them and the\\nblood of the brave must flow;\\nNot to the ones who wore the straps, though\\ntheirs is the hero s claim,\\nAnd their names and their deeds are written on\\nthe wonderful scroll of Fame,\\nBut to those, unsung, unhonored, who marched\\nat their country s call\\nWhere lives went out to the battle shout and the\\nflag was a funeral pall;\\nTo these, the humbler heroes, who marched\\nAvhere their duty lay;\\nTo the soldiers who bore the muskets, I m sing-\\ning a song to-day.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "A SONG FOR THE RANK AND FILE. 145\\nTo the soldiers who bore the muskets for them\\nnot a hope of fame,\\nNor the witch ry that lingers ever in that mys-\\ntical spell, a name.\\nNo dream of the future lured them, nor the heat\\nof ambition s breath.\\nAs they shouldered their muskets calmly and\\nmarched to the valley of death.\\nWhere the Cuban suns beat on them, in the\\ndrench of the tropical rain,\\nOr stricken by Spanish bullets, they took up the\\nburden of pain.\\nThey saw but their duty, and did it no hope of\\nthe laurel or bay,\\nAnd so to the boys with the muskets I m sing-\\ning a song to-day.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "146 A SONG FOR THE RANK AND FILE.\\nThe world has praise for its heroes, a chosen\\nand honored few,\\nBut I say that they all are heroes, the boys who\\nhave worn the blue.\\nThey went at their country s summons; they of-\\nfered their gift of life,\\nAnd what could the ones we honor do more in\\nthe nation s strife?\\nUnnamed in the late dispatches, and weary\\nand worn the while,\\nThey marched where the bullets whistled, the\\nmen of the rank and file;\\nSo others may chant their praises, the chosen\\nand honored few,\\nI sing to the boys with the muskets the men in\\nthe unstrapped blue.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "HUSHABY, LULLABY. 147\\nHUSHABY, LULLABY.\\nHUSHABY, lullaby, my little men;\\nThe sandman comes, but he goes again.\\nHushaby, lullaby, little wee maids;\\nThe round world turns and it seeks the shades,\\nAnd Sleep comes stealing adown, adown,\\nAnd he closes the eyes of blue or brown,\\nAnd he weaves his net and it holds you thrall\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHushaby, lullaby, little ones all.\\nHushaby, lullaby. One little star\\nIs peeping adown from afar, so far\\nThat its great white light is a slender beam\\nWhen it reaches the world where the babies\\ndream,\\nA slender beam that can only kiss\\nThe little wee heads\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for it came for this\\nEre it dies away in a glimmer small\\nHushaby, lullaby, little ones all.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "148 HUSHABY, LULLABY.\\nHushaby, lullaby. Life is a maze\\nWhere blindly we wander through wearisome\\ndays,\\nThrough wearisome days when the spirit is\\nnumb,\\nTill out of the shadows the little ones come.\\nThen mothers stoop to them to kiss and caress,\\nAnd the souls of the fathers they gladden and\\nbless;\\nFor straight from the heavens God s angels they\\ncall\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHushaby, lullaby, little ones all.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "IN OUR LAND OF CALIFORNIA. 149\\nIN OUR LAND OF CALIFORNIA.\\nWJ HEN the daylight all has faded and the\\nsunbeams are at rest,\\nWhen the last faint streak of crimson dies to\\nashen in the west;\\nWhen the god of day and glory hides his face\\nbehind the world,\\nAnd the earth is like a maiden in a mantle dew-\\nimpearled,\\nThen beyond the untrod spaces, and beyond the\\nmisty bars.\\nIn their distant, distant places shine the multi-\\ntude of stars;\\nBut their utmost, tender splendor, it is showered\\non us here.\\nIn our land of California, in our Summer land\\nof cheer.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "ISO IN OUR LAND OF CALIFORNIA.\\nThere is glory in our sunlight as it sparkles o er\\nthe plain,\\nAs it laughs adown the valleys till the valleys\\nlaugh again;\\nBut it s only when the starlight shimmers, glim-\\nmers down the world\\nThat back unto their hidden home the brood of\\ntrouble s hurled.\\nFor who could harbor discontent when comfort s\\neverywhere,\\nWhen peace is in the tranquil night and peace is\\nin the air;\\nWhen every breeze that fans your cheek seems\\nwhispering, Rest is here,\\nIn our land of California, in our Summer land\\nof cheer.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "IN OUR LAND OF CALIFORNIA. 15 1\\nThat gray old mantle yonder, with its sparkling\\ndiamonds set,\\nBeyond its utmost border is the Land of Care\\nand Fret;\\nAnd every star that sparkles there is where an\\nangel stands,\\nAnd every breeze that whispers bears a blessing\\nfrom His hands.\\nBut in the Eastern country, lo! the mists are in\\nthe way,\\nAnd so the benediction s lost, the blessing goes\\nastray;\\nBut I think if man will listen he will hear that\\nblessing here.\\nIn our land of California, in our Summer land\\nof cheer.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "152 REACH DOWN FROM YOUR HE A VEN.\\nREACH DOWN FROM YOUR HEAVEN.\\nTD EACH down, reach down from your heaven.\\nMy love whom I loved so well,\\nFor my day sinks down to its even.\\nAnd the darkening shadows dwell\\nWhere my heart like a monk is sitting\\nMid the wrack of its wasted years,\\nAnd my soul of its hopes is knitting\\nA shroud that is bleached by tears.\\nReach down, reach down from your heaven,\\nFor I dream in the mist-hid sphere,\\nThe God to your soul hath given\\nThe right of returning here,\\nAnd, lo! when the twilight presses\\nIts seal on my dreamy eyes,\\nYou come with the old caresses,\\nAnd care from my spirit flies.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "REACH DOWN FROM YOUR HEAVEN. 153\\nThey say, where the white rose blooming\\nSmiles back to the smile of its God,\\nYou lie in the daytime and glooming,\\nAsleep neath the life-giving sod;\\nBut I fathomed the lie that they told me\\nWhen you came in the even s shade\\nTo kiss and caress and enfold me,\\nWith your heart to my warm heart laid.\\nThen the years turned back in their creeping,\\nAnd the past was again to-day,\\nAnd I knew that you waked from your sleeping\\nTo lighten the weary way\\nI walk through the tear-wet valley\\nWhich leads to the hills of light,\\nWhere the angels of happiness rally\\nAnd His smile breaks the seal of the night.\\nReach down, reach down from your heaven.\\nLest my soul in its helplessness fall.\\nAnd I take of the world s dread leaven\\nThat poisons the spirit of all.\\nThen whisper me upward and onward.\\nThough they tell me my dream is a lie;\\nFor the soul that cleaves starward and sunward\\nShall live though the universe die.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "154 THE POOR LITTLE BIRDIES.\\nTHE POOR LITTLE BIRDIES.\\nI HE poor little birdies that sleep in the trees,\\nGoing rockaby, rockaby, lulled by the\\nbreeze;\\nThe poor little birdies, they make me feel bad,\\nOh, terribly, dreadfully, dismally sad,\\nFor think of it, little one; ponder and weep\\nThe birdies must stand when they sleep, when\\nthey sleep;\\nAnd their poor little legs\\nI am sure it is so\\nThey ache, and they ache.\\nFor they re weary, you know.\\nAnd that is the reason that far in the night\\nYou may hear them say Dear-r-r! if you lis-\\nten just right.\\nFor the poor little birdies would sleep on the\\nbough.\\nAnd they want to lie down, but they do not\\nknow how.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE POOR LITTLE BIRDIES. 155\\nJust think of it, darling; suppose you must stand\\nOn those little brown legs, all so prettily\\nplanned;\\nSuppose you must stand when you wanted to\\nsleep,\\nI am sure you would call for your mama and\\nweep.\\nAnd your poor little legs, they would cramp, I\\nhave guessed,\\nAnd your poor little knees, they would call for a\\nrest;\\nAnd you d cry, I am sure,\\nFor so weary you d be;\\nAnd you d want to lie down,\\nBut you couldn t, you see.\\nAnd that is the reason why we should feel bad\\nFor the poor little birdies, who ought to be glad;\\nFor they want to lie down as they sleep on the\\nbough;\\nThey want to lie own, but they don t know\\nhow.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "THE BROOK THA T RAN DOWN TO THE MILL.\\nTHE BROOK THAT RAN DOWN TO THE\\nMILL.\\nT MET you that night at the charity ball,\\nAnd you looked like a fairyland queen,\\nAnd your smile was so gracious it held me in\\nthrall,\\nA most willing captive, I ween;\\nAnd I wondered, I wondered perhaps it was\\nwrong\\nIf then you remembered them still,\\nThe days when we waded the afternoons long\\nIn the brook that ran down to the mill.\\nI am only a scribe, with a pencil for fate,\\nWhile you are a fairyland queen.\\nBut someway I thought as the moments grew\\nlate\\nThat perhaps you remembered that scene.\\nWhen two little children, with little bare legs.\\nAnd voices with laughter athrill,\\nDug deep in the sand for the brown turtle s\\neggs.\\nNear the brook that ran down to the mill.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE BROOK THA T RAN DOWN TO THE MILL.\\nAnd I wondered, I wondered perhaps it was\\nwrong\\nIf you wouldn t be willing, you know,\\nTo wander again to that country of song\\nWhere the barefooted little ones go;\\nAnd I would go with you; my pencil should fall,\\nAnd my fancy should rest at its will,\\nWhile with pin-hooks we d fish for the shiners\\no ersmall\\nIn the brook that ran down to the mill.\\nOh, queen of the fairyland, little bare feet\\nAre hardly a dress-party theme,\\nBut, someway, to me is their memory sweet,\\nAs their patter I hear in my dream;\\nAnd honest whatever life s glories may be.\\nWould you not barter all for the thrill\\nThat you knew in the past when you waded with\\nme\\nIn the brook that ran down to the mill?", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "158 AS IVE JOG ON TOGETHER.\\nAS WE JOG ON TOGETHER.\\nT LOVE my love, and she loves me.\\nWe jog along together\\nO er rocky upland, flowery lea,\\nThrough fair or stormy weather.\\nAnd if the day bring naught of cheer,\\nOr if the way be weary,\\nTis all forgotten when she s near.\\nMy dearie, oh, my dearie.\\nSometimes the mists about us close,\\nOf doubt and boding blended,\\nAnd where we journey neither knows,\\nNor where the journey s ended.\\nYet do we but the closer press.\\nWhile fogs creep o er the heather,\\nAnd still we feel that life doth bless,\\nAs we jog on together.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "AS IVE JOG ON TOGETHER. 159\\nA little homely home of cheer;\\nTwo hearts that love me dearly\\nIf this bring not a heaven here,\\nI know it does it nearly.\\nSo if the suns shall shine or hide,\\nBe fair or foul the weather,\\nI m full content the end to bide\\nWhile we jog on together.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "l6o -AfV BROTHER LL BE ALL RIGHT:\\nMY BROTHER LL BE ALL RIGHT.\\nT ALWAYS was in those old days the family s\\nblackest sheep;\\nSomehow I couldn t curb the blood that in my\\nveins would leap.\\nMy cousins walked a straight-hewn path accord-\\ning to a rule.\\nAnd rarely swore, and never fought nor hook-\\ney played at school;\\nAnd all my uncles shook their heads and said,\\nHe will go bad;\\nThere never was more cussedness boiled down\\nin one small lad.\\nBut whatsoever they all vowed, and whatsoe er\\nmy plight.\\nMy sister stood right up and said, My brother ll\\nbe all right.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "My BROTHER LI. BE ALL RIGHT. l6l\\nShe didn t say, My brother u, you mind\\nshe didn t dare;\\nBut when she said, My brother ll he I d vow\\nright then and there\\nThat though I fell and barked my shins until\\nthey were a sight,\\nI d rise again and prove at last that that dear\\ngirl was right.\\nAnd so her trust would follow me, for boys, you\\nknow, like men,\\nWhene er they fall need human faith to pick\\nthem up again;\\nAnd few I think are ever lost or conquered in\\nthe fight\\nWho somewhere know one soul that says, My\\nbrother ll be all right.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "l62 MY BROTHER LL BE ALL RIGHT:\\nSometimes in that sweet hour before the daylight\\nall had fled\\nMy sister d creep into my arms and rest her bon-\\nnie head\\nUpon my shoulder, and she d tell of all she\\ndreamed for me.\\nOh, loyal heart of foolish faith! Through tyes\\nbedimmed I see\\nThe eyes of blue her soul looked through, the\\nface with love aglow,\\nAnd scarcely will my heart believe twas long, so\\nlong ago,\\nThat golden hour; for still I hear as twere but\\nyesternight\\nThe words she whispered in my ear, My\\nbrother be all right.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "J\\\\fy BROTHER LL BE ALL RIGHT: 163\\nTwas long ago; the frost of Time has cooled my\\nyouthful blood;\\nNo more it hurries to and fro, nor runs a restless\\nflood.\\nThe miles are wide twixt her and me; the years\\nar; long between;\\nShe walks where earth s asleep in white, and I\\nwhere it is green;\\nYet does her faith still urge me on, and whisper\\nme, Be true,\\nTo fight my fight, and, stumbling oft, the battle\\nyet renew;\\nAnd I reply: Oh, sister mine, though dark may\\nbe the night,\\nI ll justify the trust that said, My brother ll be\\nall right.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "1 64 KNEE-DEEP IN CLOVER.\\nKNEE-DEEP IN CLOVER.\\nTV NEE-DEEP in clover the way I used to be,\\nWhen earth was more like Heaven than\\nnow it seems to me;\\nWhen the bees were droning round me as if\\nthey didn t care\\nTo work too hard with laziness just pulsing in\\nthe air;\\nWhen skies were clear, so crystal clear that I\\ncould look up through\\nAnd sort of fancy that I saw the things the an-\\ngels do;\\nWhen far or near,\\nAnd rising clear,\\nThe notes of birds fell on my ear;\\nWith chipmunks sitting on the fence and talking\\nback to me\\nKnee-deep in clover the way I used to be.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "KNEE-DEEP IN CLOVER. 1 65\\nKnee-deep in clover, with robins chirping\\nround,\\nAnd all the world about me just running o er\\nwith sound;\\nFellow whistling yonder merry as could be;\\nRiver dimpling in the sun as if twere wooing\\nme;\\nFragrance of the blossoms nothing like it\\nnow\\nNature smiling on me as she s forgotten how;\\nA dream of peace.\\nTo never cease\\nTill life gives memory her release;\\nWith gladness whispering in my heart and fill-\\ning, thrilling me\\nKnee-deep in clover the way I used to be.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "1 66 TENDERLY TAKE AND HOLD THEM.\\nTENDERLY TAKE AND HOLD THEM.\\nnpHY strong right hand, O, my Father,\\nReach down and tenderly press\\nTo the eyes where the teardrops gather;\\nReach down with a soft caress,\\nAnd through the dark night spaces\\nLet dreams like the angels come,\\nTo gladden with memory s graces\\nThe hearts by their pain made numb.\\nWith eyes that are wistful and weary\\nThey look to the shadowy veil.\\nAnd still, are the long hours dreary.\\nAnd still do the visions fail.\\nThen come when the night s gray streamers\\nFloat back from the faded day,\\nAnd gladden the pale-faced dreamers\\nAnd soothe all their trials away.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "TENDERLY TAKE AND HOLD THEM. 1 67\\nWhere the chasms of life are yawning\\nThey struggle and falter and fall;\\nThey stand with their eyes to the dawning,\\nBut darkness is over them all.\\nThen tenderly take and hold them,\\nAs mothers their babes caress;\\nIn the arms of Thy pity enfold them,\\nAnd soothe them, and comfort, and bless.\\nAs the breeze to the toiler seemeth;\\nAs the dews to the heart of the rose;\\nAs love to the maiden that dreameth;\\nAs the rains that the desert knows,\\nSo come when the world lies sleeping,\\nSoft rocked in the cradle of rest,\\nThy loved in Thy strong arms keeping\\nClose, close to Thine infinite breast.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "1 68 WHEN THE OLD MAN DREAMED.\\nWHEN THE OLD MAN DREAMED.\\nOMETIMES long after supper my grand-\\ns\\nsire used to sit\\nWhere the sunbeams through the window things\\nof beauty liked to knit,\\nAnd he d light his pipe and sit there in a sort of\\nwaking dream,\\nWhile to bathe his form in glory seemed the sun-\\nlight s pretty scheme;\\nAnd then, whatever happened, he didn t seem to\\nsee.\\nAnd a smile lit up his features that used to puzzle\\nme.\\nAnd I would often wonder what pleasant inner\\ntheme\\nHad caused that strange and tranquil smile when\\ngrandpa used to dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE OLD MAN DREAMED. 1 69\\nSometimes, though, when I d listen I d hear the\\ngood man sigh.\\nAnd once I m almost sure I saw the moisture in\\nhis eye,\\nBut whether he would smile or sigh, he didn t\\nseem to see\\nThe things that happened round him, and that s\\nwhat puzzled me.\\nWith the wreaths of smoke ascending as the twi-\\nlight gathered there.\\nThe shadows crept about him in the old arm-\\nchair,\\nAnd through the evening darkness I could see\\nthe fitful gleam\\nFrom the embers in his lighted pipe when grand-\\npa used to dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "I70 WHEN THE OLD MAN DREAMED.\\nI used to wonder in those days. I wonder now\\nno more.\\nFor now I understand the thing that puzzled me\\nof yore,\\nAnd I know that through the twiUght and the\\nshadows gathering fast\\nCame unto my grandsire, dreaming, the visions\\nof the past.\\nThe boys who played with him were there within\\nthat little room;\\nHis mother s smile no doubt lit up the darkness\\nand the gloom;\\nAgain he ran and leaped and played beside an\\nEastern stream;\\nThe ones he loved were there, I know, when\\ngrandpa used to dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE OLD MAN DREAMED. 17 1\\nAnd so he smiled and then she stood, his dear-\\nest, at his side,\\nWith the glow of youth upon her, red-lipped and\\nlaughing-eyed,\\nAnd he told the old, sweet story, and she lis-\\ntened, nothing loth,\\nAnd dreams of hope were written in the happy\\nhearts of both;\\nAnd then, by strange transition, he saw her\\npulseless lie\\nAnd twas then I viewed the moisture in the cor-\\nner of his eye.\\nOld friends were gathered round him, though\\nthey d crossed death s mystic stream,\\nIn that hour of smiles and sighing when my\\ngrandsire used to dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "172 WHEN THE OLD MAN DREAMED.\\nOh, glad, sad gift of memory to call our dear\\nones back\\nAnd win them from their narrow homes to\\nTime s still beaten track!\\nYours was the power my grandsire held while\\ntwilight turned to night;\\nThrough you his loved returned again and\\nblessed his longing sight;\\nAnd I no longer wonder, when his dreaming I\\nrecall.\\nAt smiles and sighs succeeding while the shad-\\nows hid us all,\\nFor, while my pencil s trailing and I ve half for-\\ngot my theme,\\nI, too, am seeing visions, as my grandsire used\\nto dream.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "I M PRA YING FOR YOU. 173\\nI M PRAYING FOR YOU.\\nnp HERE S a quaint little letter that lies on\\nmy stand,\\nA quaint little letter in old-fashioned hand.\\nIt is lacking somewhat in rhetorical grace,\\nAnd its capital letters at times lose their place;\\nIt scarcely would bear the most critical test,\\nYet of all correspondence I hold it the best,\\nFor it ends ah, in love it was written all\\nthrough:\\nRemember, my boy, that I m praying for you.\\nRemember, my boy oh, an old boy am I,\\nWith a head that shines back to the laugh of the\\nsky.\\nBut to her I m my boy, and I always will be,\\nTill the white angel steps twixt my mother and\\nme.\\nAnd longer the love that has guarded my way\\nI know will not cease at the close of the day.\\nBut will whisper me still from the infinite blue,\\nRemember, my boy, that I m praying for you.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "174 I M PRAYING FOR YOU.\\nI m praying for you God knows we all need\\nThat some heart of love to the Father shall plead,\\nFor our feet will but stumble on life s rugged\\nway,\\nAnd we frequently find that we re sadly astray.\\nWe say to our spirits, Be brave and press on,\\nBut the spirit will faint and the soul will grow\\nwan;\\nAnd then comes the message, our strength to\\nrenew:\\nRemember, my boy, that I m praying for you.\\nRemember! Oh, mother, I could not forget.\\nStill the dear, loving message my lashes will wet,\\nAs I read it here written in old-fashioned hand\\nIn the quaint little letter that lies on my stand;\\nAnd in fancy I see you, as often of old.\\nWhen love kissed your face into beauty untold,\\nAs you knelt by my cot With eyes strangely\\ndim,\\nYour boy does remember you re praying for him.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE OLD, OLD SONG. 175\\nTHE OLD, OLD SONG.\\nT T ERE is a song that no one sings;\\nHere are the words that no one knows.\\nOut of the breath of a thousand springs,\\nOut of the chill of a thousand snows,\\nCometh the song that I sing to-day,\\nA song that is new and is old alway:\\nA little joy, a little woe,\\nAn unseen path we blindly go,\\nA little time for weeping,\\nA little hour to walk or creep,\\nA little faith but half to keep\\nAnd then there comes the sleeping.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "176 THE OLD, OLD SONG.\\nA song that echoes down the years;\\nA song as old as time is old;\\nA song we hear with falling tears,\\nWhile heads tvxrn gray and hearts grow cold;\\nThe old, old song, the song of life,\\nA chant from out a vale of strife:\\nA little joy, a little woe.\\nAn unseen path we blindly go,\\nA little time for weeping,\\nA little hour to walk or creep,\\nA little faith but half to keep\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd then the final sleeping.", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "\\\\UL\\\\J iw*", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2641", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "somehomelylittle00wate_0184.jp2"}}