{"1": {"fulltext": "Clover\\nBlossoms\\nPS", "height": "2766", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2755", "width": "2091", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2739", "width": "2002", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Clover Blossoms\\nBY\\nALBERT MILTON BRUNER.\\nPress of A. D. zMartin CompaNjp\\nRock Island, III.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Register of Cof\\n\\\\^0\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1899. BY A. M. BRUNER.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "To the merry group who sit before the\\nopen grate and watch for faces in the\\nfire at **Catalpa Lodge, these verses\\nare dedicated, with the word that s first\\nand last in life.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": ")A tA^wvpV", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nJ*\\nPage.\\nClover Blossoms, 9\\nChums, 10\\nA Birthday,\\nn\\nII\\n13\\nLearning to Walk, .14\\nChristmas Time, ^5\\nThe Engineer, i7\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6My Partner, 18\\nTwo Little Faces, iQ\\nHattie s Wedding, 20\\nThere s a Face, .21\\nDown in Old Mobile, 22\\nMusic of the Mills, .24\\nThe Tin Wedding, 26\\nThe Fast Mail, .28\\nOn the Mississippi, 29\\nCarnations, -31", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Clover Blossoms.\\nWatch my pretty little girl,\\nToddling up the path;\\nApron filled with clover heads,\\nHear her ringing laugh!\\nFrom their bed, still wet with dew,\\nGathered one by one.\\nSee her pluck them white and red-\\nFast as she can run!\\nFace, a blossom in itself,\\nEyes of azure hue.\\nFlashing back a bright reply\\nTo the bending blue.\\nTender, dimpled, little hands,\\nTireless, busy feet,\\nWith a sunny smile she brings\\nClover blossoms sweet.\\nNever fairer than her face.\\nClover blossoms sweet,\\nDown life s walk a carpet weave\\nFor my darling s feet.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10\\nChums.\\nGrandma in the fading light\\nDreams of girlhood days and charms-\\nWhile with face as picture bright,\\nLoie nestles in her arms.\\nGrandma s hair is white as milk,\\nAnd her cheeks are pale and thin\\nLoie s curls are soft as silk.\\nRosy cheeks with dimples in.\\nGrandma s chin it trembles so.\\nWhen she tries to talk or sing\\nLoie s mouth as rose on snow,\\nVoice like song-birds on the wing.\\nGrandma smiles, and dreams, and sleeps,\\nOutside gently falls the rain\\nLoie starts, and wakes and weeps.\\nGrandma soothes to rest again.\\nGrandma, with her withered lips.\\nKisses Loie while she sleeps-\\nNo one has such fmger tips.\\nNor such faithful vigil keeps.\\nMorning, with its welcome light,\\nFinds them sitting side by side\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLoie s face as sunshine bright.\\nGrandma smiling as a bride.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "11\\nA Birthday.\\nThe little folks came in last night\\nAnd stood beside my chair,\\nThen boldly climbed upon my knees,\\nAnd safely nestled there.\\nThis is your birthday, don t you know?\\nI ventured my surprise.\\nThey brought their little presents out;\\n1 looked with wondering eyes.\\nWe think you re just the nicest man\\nThat ever lived, they said,\\nAnd we intend to stay until\\nIt s time to go to bed.\\nMy thoughts ran swiftly back and forth,\\nAs shuttle through the loom;\\nOld memories with dusk came in\\nAnd filled the silent room.\\n1 saw the farm gate open wide,\\nThe lowing herd pass through,\\nThe lilac bush and climbing rose,\\nDrenched with the morning dew.\\nThe cornfield, rich with tasseled brown\\nAnd cherry-colored silk,\\nThe shepherd dog, the flock of sheep\\nWith fleece as white as milk.\\nThe cabin home, with low-roofed porch\\nAnd window on the side.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12\\nWhere purple morning-glories trailed\\nAs robes of queenly bride.\\nThe locust grove, with odor sweet\\nFrom silver blossoms white;\\nThe old crab orchard on the hill,\\nWhere birds sang on till night.\\nMy mother, in her rocking-chair,\\nBeneath the morning sheen,\\nAnd heard her sing Sweet Fields Beyond\\nStand Dressed in Living Green.\\nI started, for the fire burned low;\\nThe ashes, white and free,\\nWere crumbling, and the little ones\\nWere sleeping on my knee.\\nThe hour was late; the gifts they d brought\\nHad fallen to the floor;\\n1 turned from scenes of yesterday\\nInto the open door\\nOf better years and nobler things\\nThan ever I had seen,\\nContent to look from faded past\\nTo Hills of Living Green.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "13\\nIn.\\nWhen, from the fire place of the East,\\nThe crimson daylight spills\\nOn waning night, as finished feast.\\nAcross the glowing hills,\\nWee footsteps, light as thistle down.\\nFall in the silent room,\\nAnd little white-robed forms peer round\\nThrough the receding gloom.\\nIs you wake, mamma? We is here\\nTo visit you again;\\nAnd then another voice as near\\nSays, Papa, did it rain?\\nLast night I had an awful dream;\\nI ve come to tell you how\\nThe time I gave that biggest scream,\\n1 saw a great black cow.\\nThey quickly climb into our bed\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThis modern Jack and Jill\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith flashing eye and nodding head.\\nFollowed by others still.\\nThey smile their joy and tell their grief.\\nWith quivering little chin.\\nAnd, with a feeling of relief,\\nWe tuck them snugly in.\\nAs birds of passage in their flight,\\nThe years wing swiftly on,", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14\\nAnd all too soon, with morning light,\\nWe ll long for faces gone;\\nAnd yet, please God, some radiant day.\\nRemoved from strife and din\\nOf earth, with glad content we ll say,\\nThe children all are in.\\nLearning to Walk.\\nThe baby is learning to walk to-day.\\nAnd we watch her busy feet\\nAs she moves along in a halting way\\nWith a face serenely sweet.\\nShe stops at such tiny little things\\nA rug or a paper ball\\nLike a new-fledged bird, with untrained wings,\\nThat can scarcely fly at all.\\nAnd we give her an earnest, hearty cheer;\\nShe answers it with a smile.\\nThen bravely crosses the threshold near\\nAs though it were quite a mile.\\nAnd we gather her close in our arms, and say,\\nDear little girl, well done.\\nMay the journey long, begun to-day.\\nLead home, at life s setting sun.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "15\\nChristmas Time.\\nI had just reached home on a Christmas eve,\\nFrom a journey through blinding snow\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith the train delayed by a broken rail\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd a traveler s tale of woe.\\nI had settled down in the rocking chair\\nWith my slippers, to rest at ease,\\nWhen 1 heard swift footsteps in the hall,\\nAnd the children were on my knees.\\nWe have found you out, they cried with glee,\\nAs I glanced at the mantel shelf,\\nAnd you never can fool us a single time,\\nYou re old Santa Claus yourself.\\nAnd now we ll tell you just what we want,\\nAnd we hope you will like the news,\\nA doll for Lois, already dressed,\\nWith stockings and button shoes.\\nAnd Philip is wanting a nice sharp knife,\\nAnd Andrew a Noah s ark,\\nA magic lantern for Frank and Paul,\\nWith scenes that show in the dark.\\nAnd baby Arthur and little James\\nMust have some presents, too\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA rattle-box and a cart and horse.\\nWith a set of blocks, will do.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "16\\nAnd mamma must have well, never mind,\\nShe will fix that up, I guess;\\nBut 1 think she would like a set of furs,\\nAnd a lovely new silk dress.\\n1 closed my eyes in a dreamy way,\\nAnd answered, well, dears, we ll see,\\nBut 1 wonder now if old Santa Glaus\\nWill bring something nice for me.\\nAnd Philip a^nswered, with dancing eyes,\\nAnd cheeks that glowed with red,\\nHe s brought you all of us children here,\\nBut you want us to go to bed.\\nThey scampered away and my heart beat fast,\\nAs they vanished from my sight.\\nAnd I said, In all this wide, wide world.\\nThere s no happier man to-night.\\nDid they get the presents? Well, come and see\\nFor yourself, and hear them tell\\nHow they held a council with Santa Glaus\\nAt the chime of the Ghristmas bell.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "The Engineer.\\nHe grasps the lever and looks ahead,\\nAnd the train steams slowly out\\nThrough the falling snow of the Christmas eve\\nAt the big conductor s shout.\\nAnd he smiles content, and thunders past\\nHis home at the edge of town.\\nAnd he throws a kiss to his little girl\\nWhile the cinders and dust roll down.\\nFor his heart is brave, and tender, too.\\nAnd there s naught so dear on earth\\nAs the little cot, with the baby girl,\\nAnd the mother who gave her birth.\\nHe smiles again, and his pulse beats fast\\nIn rhyme with the winsome sight,\\nAnd he says, I ll bet you a whole month s pay\\nOld Santa shows up tonight.\\nAnd I look next day as I pass their door\\nOn a scene of love and cheer;\\nA little girl with a big wax doll\\nOn the knee of the engineer.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "18\\nMy Partner/\\nA bundle of sunshine and tempest,\\nA combine of laughter and tears;\\nAn inquisitive budget of wonder\\nIs my partner of four happy years.\\nOn a shelf out of reach in the pantry\\nStands a long row of coveted pies;\\nOn a chair quite too short for the distance\\nStands my partner with uplifted eyes.\\nWhen the stars twinkle brightly at even,\\nOn a pillow his little round head\\nSnuggles safely, my partner is resting,\\nAnd he always is good when in bed.\\nAnd while the years hie away quickly,\\nI m trusting old time in his flight\\nWill set a high chair for my partner\\nThat pies may be reached out of sight.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Two Little Faces.\\nTwo little faces, sweet nnd fair,\\nTwo little heads with shining hair;\\nUnder the tree with blossoms white,\\nSinging and playing from morn till night.\\nLittle straw hats piled high with flowers,\\nFaces uplifted through golden hours;\\nChildish voices ring out with glee.\\nCalling, Mamma, do come and see!\\nSummer roses all dead and dry,\\nSnowflakes falling from winter sky;\\nOne little face at the window sill,\\nOne little form in the church-yard, still.\\nDaylight breaking and storm-cloud past.\\nEyes grown heavy shine bright at last;\\nTwo little forms standing hand in hand.\\nInside the gate of the Morning Land.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Hattic s Wedding.\\nDown the road with steady swing,\\nSleigh bells going jingle jing;\\nUp the lane beneath the trees,\\nSwaying leafless in the breeze.\\nTo the farmhouse, all astir\\nWith a bustle, rush, and whir.\\nWhere the merry, laughing crowd,\\nSung her praises long and loud,\\nDown to Hattie s wedding.\\nParson came, upon his nose\\nGlasses perched with jaunty pose;\\nSaid: You take her for your wife?\\nCharlie answered, with my life.\\nKnot was tied with ease and grace,\\nWhile upon the parson s face\\nGlowed a kindly, tender smile.\\nGuests a-beaming all the while,\\nThere at Hattie s wedding.\\nPresents reckoned by the score.\\nDishes, spoons, and forks galore.\\nBlankets warm, and feather bed,\\nLinen marked with letters red;\\nStalwart bridegroom, manly true,\\nHappy bride, as birds they flew\\nSouthward, from the snow and ice,\\nDodging shoes and shower of rice,\\nAfter Hattie s wedding.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "In a cozy little cot,\\nClose beside the meadow lot,\\nThey will settle down as snug\\nAs two kittens on a rug;\\nYears will fly, but love will stay,\\nSweet and pure as on the day\\nWe all came with happy swing,\\nSleigh bells going jingle jing,\\nDown to Hattie s wedding.\\nThere s a Face.\\nThere s a face with dimples and clear blue eyes,\\nAnd a mouth like a rosebud fair;\\nThere s a step that s light as the flight of time,\\nOr the snowflakes in the air.\\nThere s a voice that trill s like a mockingbird s,\\nWhen the leaves break forth in spring.\\nAnd the tones are sweet as an old-time harp.\\nWhen the minstrel came to sing.\\nThere s a hand that holds with a steady clasp\\nMy own, down the walk of life;\\nAnd there s never a storm can sweep apart\\nMyself and my little wife.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22\\nDown in Old Mobile.\\nQuaint old town, with streets so narrow,\\nHidden from tlie sea,\\nWhere the vessels rest at anchor,\\nNear the broad levee;\\nDarkies singing, while the sailor,\\nSitting at his meal.\\nThinks of land beyond the harbor,\\nDown in old Mobile.\\nButterflies in gorgeous colors\\nFlit across the hedge;\\nSweet wild roses shed their blossoms\\nAt the water s edge\\nOf the limped streams that ripple\\nWhere the shadows steal.\\nLengthening out into the gloaming,\\nDown in old Mobile.\\nJessamine and honeysuckle.\\nOleander fair.\\nMyrtle, olive, pine, and poplar.\\nMoss in festoons rare,\\nSwaying from the stately cedars,\\nTill the song birds wheel r\u00c2\u00bb\\nRound about and seek the open,\\nDown in old Mobile. p\\nMighty oak and rich magnolia,\\nTrailing vine in bloom.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "23\\nChina tree and scarlet carina\\nField and lawn illume;\\nOh, there s gladness in the sunshine\\nEvery heart can feel,\\nDays seem hours, and hours but moments,\\nDown in old Mobile.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24\\nMusic of the Mills.\\nWith cadence sweet as tripping feet\\nAcross the room at morn,\\nWe hear the bell from factory tell,\\nAnd catch the note of horn\\nThat s winding out as merry shout\\nAcross the distant hills,\\nAnd joining in, with noisy din,\\nThe music of the mills.\\nWhere shadows creep and lillies sleep\\nIn quiet hiding place;\\nWhere whippoorwill, when all is still,\\nDown by the old mill race,\\nSends mournful note from swelling throat.\\nTill song the night air fills,\\nAbove the bird is faintly heard\\nThe music of the mills.\\nFrom engine-room and mammoth loom,\\nAnd warehouse near the track,\\nis busy thrum and noisy hum,\\nNeath floating cloud of black;\\nSweet song of bread and children fed\\nThe sturdy workman thrills,\\nWhile to the skies the sparks arise,\\nWith music of the mills.\\nAs vision grand, on every hand.\\nFrom east to purple west.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "The waving grain on yielding plain\\nTells of a Nation blessed\\nWhile shadows flee beyond the sea,\\nBack from the granite hills,\\nAnd sweet and clear to-day we hear\\nThe music of the mills.\\nTell out the song to waiting throng,\\nAs white-winged ships sail on\\nTo tropic strand and stranger land\\nOf darkness scattered gone\\nFarewell to care, for everywhere\\nThe message stirs and thrills\\nRing out the gloom with song of loom\\nAnd music of the mills.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "The Tin Wedding.\\nThere s a racket in the kitchen and the dining room is\\nbright\\nWith a wealth of pans and kettles shining in the morning\\nlight\\nThere s a crowd of busy people passing out and in the\\ndoor,\\nAnd a pile of paper parcels scattered on the parlor floor.\\nThere s a shout of childish laughter to the rattle of the tin,\\nThere are horns and whistles going to increase the noisy-\\ndin;\\nAnd relations from the country in their wagons at the\\ngate.\\nAnd the dear old parents sitting by the glowing mantel\\ngrate.\\nThere are friends from out the city with their patent leather\\nshoes,\\nAnd a keen-eyed, shrewd reporter trying hard to get some\\nnews\\nAnd there s such a joyous bustle, such a storm of jokes\\nand fun.\\nLike Thanksgiving day and Christmas time combining\\ninto one.\\nAnd 1 catch my breath and wonder what on earth it all can\\nmean,\\nFor the winter holidays are past, the grass is springing\\ngreen\\nAnd my mother from her rocking chair is smiling through\\nher tears.\\nAs she keeps repeating to herself, It cannot be ten years.\\nAnd 1 glance between the folding doors and see my little\\nwife.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Who has bravely walked beside me down ten years of\\nwedded life\\nWhile upon my knees there clamber romping boys and\\nbaby girl,\\nWith a cry enthusiastic, till my head is in a whirl.\\nAnd they boldly race and caper to promote the merry din,\\nWhile from childhood s home of years ago the family\\ngathers in\\nClust ring round the old-time rocker, father, mother, girls,\\nand boys.\\nWith the fragrance of the orchard, to the rattle of the toys.\\nWith their faces glowing bright and glad, although the\\nsilver hairs\\nAre gleaming as the ripening grain, revealing age and\\ncares\\nAnd we gather at the table, and they kiss myself and wife,\\nTill my tears are well nigh starting at the little hoist\\nin life.\\nFor I m sure though quite a giant in the world of strife\\nand care,\\nAppreciation makes one catch an inspiration rare\\nIf half way up the hill of life we halt and look around;\\nWe ll plow wider, deeper furrows in the world s unbroken\\nground.\\nAnd we ll reap a richer harvest through the hurried flight\\nof years.\\nThough the seed be often watered with our swiftly fall-\\ning tears\\nBlessed tie of recollection, never severed though we roam\\nBlessed vision of the borderland across the hills and home.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "The Fast Mail.\\nSwinging out into the silence\\nOf the early autumn morn,\\nWith its powerful headlight glowing,\\nThrough the golden fields of corn\\nClanging bell, and rattling switches.\\nIn the early morning light,\\nThundering down the splendid highway,\\nSpeeds the fast mail in its flight.\\nLouder rolls the mighty thunder,\\nLouder clangs the tireless bell,\\nWilder shrieks the warning whistle\\nEach the startling story tell.\\nPouring out the canvas pouches\\nOn each platform, without fail,\\nLike a hunted deer, still flying.\\nSpeeds the early morning mail.\\nThrough Aurora, past Mendota,\\nLeaving Princeton far behind\\nGalesburg lost to sight, and Monmouth\\nPassed as howling ocean wind\\nBurlington, the honored city,\\nReached almost before tis light-\\nGrand, triumphant march of progress,\\nis the fast mail s daily flight.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "On the Mississippi.\\nOur boat glides swiftly down the stream,\\nThe moments fade as summer dream,\\nWhile birds sing sweetly on the shore,\\nAnd boatman dips the graceful oar.\\nA cottage nestles neath the hill,\\nWhence loudly calls the whippoorwill,\\nTill floating back in sad refrain.\\nThe echo answers oncejagain.\\nAn island home with fisher boat,\\nIn which the children gaily float.\\nWhile mother croons a lullaby\\nO er baby neath the evening sky.\\nThe hardy raftsman thinks of home,\\nAnd dear ones whom he left to roam\\nThe pilot scans with anxious eye\\nThe raft, the channel, and the sky.\\nOn deck the children plead for tale\\nOf fairyland or magic sail.\\nOn unknown sea, or beast of prey,\\nin some dark wood or lonely way.\\nThe captain tells of thrilling days\\nUpon the water, and the ways\\nOf boating, thirty years ago\\nHis face with memories all aglow.\\nThe cook and waiter, clad in white,\\nMake cloudy faces glad and bright,", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30\\nWith kindly words and faithful hand,\\nTill guests forget the joy of land.\\nDown by the river s rushing side\\nThe engineer looks o er the tide,\\nWhile patiently he moves about\\nHis heart responds to boatman s shout.\\nWe count the days, we sing a song\\nOf joy, and calmly glide along.\\nTill one glad eve, at twilight gloam,\\nWe round the curve and rest at home.\\nJust so we ride on stream of time.\\nWe smile and weep, and hear the chime\\nOf evening bells, and catch the gleam\\nOf snowy robes beyond the stream.\\nAnd when the shore-line greets our view.\\nWith clouds and chilling winds passed through,\\nWe ll rest where vision splendid thrills\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBy the eternal sun-crowned hills.", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "31\\nCarnations.\\nWhen President McKinley alighted from his special train at\\nWashington he handed to the engineer the bunch of white carna-\\ntions he carried in his hand.)\\nThe train rolled in with its precious load\\nTo the Nation s honored place,\\nOn the gleaming steel of the burnished road,\\nAs a charger from the race.\\nA shout arose that was long and loud\\nOur leader returned the cheer\\nWith smiling face to the waiting crowd,\\nThen turned to the engineer,\\nWho had held the lever with iron grip\\nIn the cloud of smoke and dust,\\nThrough the anxious hours of that flying trip.\\nStill true to his cherished trust.\\nAnd, pressing into the toil-grimed hand\\nCarnations, sweet and white,\\nHe honored, as hero of our land,\\nA workman, the world s true knight.\\nAnd in years to come, as we read with pride\\nOf that pageant, grand and gay,\\nWe will think of the flowers and finished ride,\\nWith inauguration day.", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2735", "width": "1982", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2734", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "cloverblossoms00brun_0037.jp2"}, "38": 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