{"1": {"fulltext": "m\\nV\\nfm\\nE\\nSON WRf", "height": "3654", "width": "2499", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap.!^.S^(^;^^ht No..\\nShelL_A53S6\\nI^^O\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SNOWFLAKES\\nn\\nBY\\nJ\\nESTHER NELSON KARN.\\nPHILADELPHIA\\nPRESS OF GEO. F. LASHER.\\n1900.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RiECElVElD,\\ntfflQti of ti\u00c2\u00abl\\nMAR 4 1900\\nK\u00c2\u00bbgUt\u00c2\u00abr of Copyr%l\u00c2\u00abft\\n55913\\nCOPYRIGHTED BY\\nESTHER NELSON KARN.\\nI goo.\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "TO MY HUSBAND,\\nS. A. KARN,\\nWHOSE KIND ENCOURAGEMENT HAS ENABLED\\nME TO WRITE THIS LITTLE BOOK, THE\\nSAME IS LOVINGLY INSCRIBED.\\nTHE AUTHOR.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "DANCE OF THE SNOWFLAKES.\\nLet s dance to the brown old earth to-night\\nCried one little flake of snow;\\nThe autumn days have all passed by,\\nVm tired of my home here in the sky.\\nSo they all agreed to go.\\nThey dressed themselves in a misty film\\nOf purest pearly white;\\nTheir feet were clad in velvet down,\\nAs soft and white as the filmy gown\\nThey wore to the dance that night.\\nWrapped round with a drape of raveled gauze\\nWere these little fays so fair.\\nWhen out from a cloud a pale star beamed,", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Bright diamonds sparkled, laughed, and\\ngleamed\\nIn their fleecy, tangled hair.\\nAll ready, so pretty a crowd were they\\nThat naught could their charms enhance;\\nThen softly and quickly they sped away.\\nFor the whisp ring wind was the cab that they\\nRode in to the snowflakes dance.\\nThey flew over housetop, hilltop, dell,\\nWith dances and with delight.\\nThough ne er did sound of their presence tell;\\nWherever their fairy footsteps fell,\\nAll turned to a crystal white.\\nIn the daintiest robes the trees were dressed.\\nThat ever you d wish to see;\\nThe wayworn traveler, he was blessed.\\nAnd stroked, and kissed, and soft-caressed,\\nBy these fays in rapturous glee.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Into every crevice and crack they peeped,\\nThey danced till the morning light;\\nThey left the print of their tiny feet\\nO er country road and city street,\\nIn frolicsome fun that night.\\nWhen the rosy face of the morning sun\\nPeeped timidly out to view,\\nHe beheld the earth, last night so brown.\\nArrayed in a snow-white velvet gown\\nThat sparkled like dancing dew.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "AN OCTOBER DAY.\\nTis sunrise o er the eastern hills.\\nAll hail! thou lovely mom!\\nThy tender blush, thy mellow light\\nProclaim The autumn s born.\\nAll nature is so wondrous fair,\\nBedecked with golden sheen\\nA fleecy cloudlet, here and there,\\nIn azure sky is seen.\\nThe gold and crimson leaves that give\\nThe trees their autumn gown,\\nAre scattered by the gentle breeze\\nUpon the meadows brown.\\nTho summer flow rs that were so fair\\nHave faded, one by one.\\nThe goldenrod, in beauty rare.\\nHer reign has just begun.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "9\\nThe grapevines now are laden with\\nSweet clusters, oh, so blue!\\nAnd scattered o er the orchard ground\\nAre rosy apples, too.\\nOh, who could sigh for summer skies,\\nFor summer flowers and trees,\\nFor singing birds and rainbow showers,\\nMid autumn scenes like these?\\nAs sinks the glorious King of Day\\nAdown the western sky,\\nHe bathes the trees and hilltops in\\nA flood of crimson dye.\\nHe sets the westland all aglow\\nBefore he sinks away:\\nSo endeth, as a beauteous dream.\\nThis lovely autumn day.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10\\nWELCOME, SWEET MAY.\\nWelcome, sweet May!\\nWith thy sunshine and showers\\nThou st driven away\\nOld winter s dark hours.\\nPoor fellow! he seemed rather loth to depart.\\nTill thou, with thy sunshine, compelled him to\\nstart.\\nWelcome, sweet May!\\nWelcome, sweet May\\nThat bringest to me.\\nWherever I stray,\\nA sweet memory,\\nWhen fragrant pink blossoms hung thick over-\\nhead.\\nAnd love lay asleep in a violet bed.\\nWelcome, sweet May!", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "II\\nWelcome, sweet May!\\nWith thy sunshine and showers,\\nWhen young love awoke\\nFrom sleep mong the flowers.\\nEach year, in thy sunshine, neath heavens of\\nblue,\\nWith thy sweet, fragrant blossoms he s wakened\\nanew.\\nWelcome, sweet May!", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12\\nLAKESIDE.*\\nTis the dearest, coolest place I can find;\\nThere the locust and the wild grape entwined\\nFloat their dewy fragrance ever\\nO er the dancing St. Joe river\\nOn the wings of the soft drowsy wind.\\nIn the coziest of homes, neat and new,\\nDwell its people so kind-hearted and true.\\nNot a wall or tower high\\nMars the tender, sunlight sky,\\nOr shuts out the glad rainbow from view.\\nWhen a dwelling for his mate is in quest.\\nDoes the robin find its shelter the best.\\nThere his sweetest notes he brings.\\nAnd a flood of music flings\\nO er your head as you pass neath his nest.\\n*The above is a description of the Lakeside addition\\nto Ft. Wayne, Ind.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "13\\nThere are morning-glories dripping with dew,\\nAnd the dogwood blossoms hang over you.\\nIn a drowse of rapture sweet\\nDoes this vale look up to meet,\\nAnd to bask in the smile of the blue?\\nWould your soul free from troubles be made?\\nAll its worries and its burdens unlade?\\nFrom the tumult and the heat\\nOf the noisy city street,\\nTake yourself to the bliss of its shade.\\nThere you ll drink till you stagger as you plod,\\nOf the sweets from the blossom-spangled sod,\\nWhile your weary frame is drenched.\\nAnd your thirsty soul is quenched.\\nIn a shower of the great love of God.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14\\nAUTUMN.\\nEnchanting dawn of autumn days,\\nSo clear, so cool, so calm,\\nO er all creation breathing forth\\nThy sweet refreshing balm\\nThe woodland dons its brightest hue,\\nIts rainbow-tinted gown;\\nEach soft and dreamy breeze that blows\\nBrings showers of crimson down.\\nOld earth now groans beneath her load\\nOf grain and fruited vine,\\nThat thickly hangs o er orchard wall,\\nAnd drips with mellow wine.\\nThe birds fly lazily above.\\nBathed in thy misty light.\\nWhile on the hillside loll the kine\\nIn morning s gold delight.\\nWrapped in thy folds of golden mist.\\nThis restless soul of mine\\nIs lulled into a blissful dream\\nOf peace and love divine.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "15\\nTO A WATER-LILY.\\nSweet flower, what cold, unfeeling hand\\nHath plucked thee from that shady land\\nWhere clear, cool waters lie.\\nAnd velvet mosses kissed thy feet?\\nWho took thee from thy loved retreat,\\nAnd left thee here to die?\\nThou fairest gem of all the earth\\nE en bonnie wilds that gave thee birth\\nThy petals sweetness hold.\\nI drink thy breath in fragrant draught,\\nSweeter than royal lips e er quaflfed\\nFrom cups of burnished gold.\\nWho took thee from thy crystal home,\\nWhere finny tribes delight to roam\\nAnd frisk in morning play;\\nWhere never harsher sound was heard\\nThan fall of leaf or trill of bird.\\nOr winds that softly sway", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "i6\\nThe trees that bend thy nook above,\\nAnd, bending, whispered low of love\\nTo thee, my bonnie flower,\\nOr whir of swallows silken flight\\nAcross the waves, the calm delight\\nOf evening s dappling shower?\\nAlthough thou rt crushed beneath my feet,\\nThy dewy fragrance is more sweet\\nThan at thy frail life s dawn.\\nThus, flow r of love and purity.\\nThis lesson I have learned of thee:\\nThat when my friends are gone,\\nAnd fate s rude tread has crushed my heart.\\nIts blossoms shall more sweets impart\\nThan at its first love s dawn.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "17\\nTHE CYCLONE.\\nHow still the morn! no leaf is stirred,\\nNor fruited branches sway,\\nSave now and then, from dewy glen,\\nA breath of new-mown hay,\\nOr blossoms of the summertide,\\nIs wafted up the mountain side.\\nHow softly floats the cuckoo s song\\nAcross the sleeping vale;\\nIn mystic glee the echo free\\nGives back the fairy tale.\\nThe stream, in drowsy ecstasy,\\nIs gurgling onward to the sea.\\nThe lark swims slowly in the blue,\\nThe giant oaks so high.\\nIn sunlit haze their branches raise,\\nAs if to kiss the sky.\\nWe hear above the twittering birds,\\nThe placid lowing of the herds.\\nVt\\nf", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "i8\\nThe silvery laughter from the lips\\nOf children at their play;\\nAnd in the rill below the mill\\nThe horse paw and neigh;\\nWhile youths and maidens plight their vows,\\nAnd workmen sing behind the plows.\\nThe noon is here, the sky is clear\\nAnd tender as the morn;\\nThe ploughman s blest with perfect rest,\\nWhere noontime shade is born.\\nThe bird has ceased his song to trill\\nThe lowing of the herd is still.\\nUnnoticed, a dark speck appears\\nAbove the trees! on high\\nAt rapid pace and fast increase\\nIt scuds across the sky!\\nNor stops to rest o er sea or lands,\\nTill o er this lovely vale it stands\\nAn instant, then, as if possessed\\nOf some aerial deil.\\nWith shriek and yell this imp of hell", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "19\\nSwoops down upon the vale!\\nSnatches the giant oaks from earth\\nThat nourished them and gave them birth,\\nAnd hurls them gainst the mountain side!-\\nOne sweep of its black wings,\\nAnd all is o er! And as before\\nThe streamlet laughs and sings;\\nBut carries on its sunny tide\\nFragments of debris to the wide\\nAnd surging sea, the shattered boughs\\nOf oaks that proudly grew\\nBeside the stream, is it a dream?\\nNo, there s a baby s shoe!\\nThe sunset s crimson rays are shed\\nSoft o er the dying and the dead.\\nWhile angels hover near and spread\\nTheir dewy shadows o er\\nThe vale where morn in joy was born\\nA blackened pile! But for\\nThe song of one lone whip-poor-will,\\nLike to the morning, all is still", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20\\nSUNSiET ON THE LAKE.\\nTis evening; on Winona Lake\\nThe last glad sunbeams rest,\\nShedding their golden glories o er\\nHer soft and silken breast.\\nAnd as my little boat glides forth\\nInto their light, behold\\nThe splashes from my oars are like\\nGreat drops of liquid gold.\\nAnd now a softer, richer hue\\nO erspreads the western sky;\\nTrees, hilltops, water everything\\nSeems bathed in crimson dye.\\nAnd o er the bosom of the lake\\nSoft summer breezes glide.\\nBringing incense from the lilies\\nOn the other side.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "21\\nI wonder, oh, I wonder so,\\nIf in that world of bliss\\nWhere sunsets never come, there s aught\\nMore beautiful than this.\\nOh, Father Time, if thou from me\\nAll else that s lovely take.\\nLeave only in my memory\\nThis sunset on the lake.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22\\nTO MY WHEEL.\\nThou*rt bonnie, my steed, though a bit out of\\nstyle,\\nWe ve traveled together full many a mile;\\nYet nothing can give me such perfect delight\\nAs to spring to thy saddle and spin out of sight,\\nAway from the city of turmoil and strife,\\nAway from the cares that beset business life.\\nTo a shady, green-carpeted country retreat,\\nWhere hearts ever loving may placidly beat.\\nAway over pathways with dewdrops bespangled,\\nWhere myrtle and wild morning-glory are tan-\\ngled,\\nAnd the violet borrows its velvety hue\\nFrom the God-given radiance of heaven s own\\nblue.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "23\\nAnd cowslips and buttercups grow where we\\ntread,\\nThe breeze whispers soft through the trees over-\\nhead,\\nAs showers of pink blossoms, with fragrance so\\nrare,\\nThey shed o er the ground, over us,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 every-\\nwhere.\\nThou faithful old friend, always ready to go;\\nNe er found out of order like others I know\\nAnd when off we go for a nice little spin,\\nUnlike others, thou st never left me to walk in.\\nExchange for another that s handsome and new!\\nNo, no, bonnie steed, I will not part with you.\\nBut when thou art old and thy usefulness o er.\\nIn a nice, cozy attic thy frame I will store.\\nAnd every day, be it sunshine or rain,\\nI ll steal to thy side and in fancy again", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24\\nWe ll skim the green meadows, my steed, you\\nand I,\\nMong the flowers that grow neath the soft, ten-\\nder sky.\\nThen come, let us bask in the dewy delight\\nOf the country hi ho we are soon out of sight.\\nThough a bit out of style, just the same is thy\\nspeed.\\nI love thee! I love thee! my bonnie bright steed.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "S5\\nDESPONDENCY.\\nOh, balmy night a night in June\\nWhat endless beauties thine!\\nHast thou a balm thou lt gently breathe\\nO er tired souls like mine?\\nThe cricket neath the old porch floor\\nChirps forth a merry lay;\\nThe roses nod and smile at me\\nA sweet good-night, they say.\\nOh, cricket, hush your merry song;\\nHow can you be so gay?\\nYe roses bow your crimson heads,\\nAnd mourn my vanished day.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26\\nAN OLD-FASHIONED GARDEN.\\nHow oft from the din of the hard city street,\\nThe show and the splendor, in fancy, my feet\\nStray backward through paths that are dripping\\nwith dew,\\nTo an old-fashioned garden my babyhood knew.\\nA wealth of red roses hung over the wall.\\nAnd, laden with pink, downy peaches, a tall\\nAnd willowy tree did its long branches sway\\nO erhead, as you passed, in an inviting way;\\nWhile from its green shelter the oriole s song\\nRode on the soft breezes the summer day long.\\nThe currant-bush flourished in rows near the\\nwall,\\nThe sugar corn waved its soft leaves over all\\nAnd buttercups, daisies and peonies grew.\\nThe fragrant June pinks and the wee bells of\\nblue:", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "27\\nThe marigolds, poppies, and pansies so sweet\\nLifted their dewy faces towards heaven to meet\\nThe first smile of morning; the fragrant sweet\\npea\\nWound its delicate tendrils round pickets, and we\\nTo drowsiness drank of the odor it spilled.\\nWhile sunflowers nodded to us as we filled\\nOur baskets with blossoms for table bouquets,\\nOr lolled in the bliss of the soft morning haze;\\nOr, with aprons outspread, in our childish de-\\nlight.\\nThe butterfly chased in his foraging flight\\nMong the flowers; or the hummer, that gay little\\nthief.\\nThat pilfered the sweets from each petal and leaf.\\nBut long years ago the old garden was sold!\\nIts walls, rustic gates, are all crumbled toi mold;\\nIts beds and smooth pathways neath grass-tan-\\ngles hid.\\nFor the breezes of June-time are whispering mid\\nThe flowers that blossom her pallet above.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Who tended that old-fashioned garden I love;\\nAnd singing their lullaby sweetest where lies\\nMy playmate and sister with bonnie blue eyes.\\nAnd I hope when my sojourn of usefulness here\\nIs past, to the place that my bosom holds dear\\nI may go, and there pillow my head neath the\\ntree\\nWhere robin and oriole chirrup in glee,\\nWhile my soul slips away from the spot that I\\nlove,\\nTo old-fashioned gardens that grow up above.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "DANCE OF THE RIPPLES.\\nI stood, one night, by the old St. Joe,\\nWhere the moonbeams love to loiter;\\nWatching the ripples come and go\\nAnd the willow trees their shadows throw\\nOn the mystic, murm ring water.\\nAs I lingered there on the vine-clad bank,\\nWhere the pale rays glint and quiver\\nThrough the silvered leaves, a perfumed breeze\\nSo softly swayed the willow trees,\\nAnd dappled the laughing river.\\nThe waters murmured so low and sweet,\\nThen an echo, soft and clear,\\nNot the sound of lute or song of bird,\\nBut the sweetest music ever heard.\\nFell on my enchanted ear.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30\\nThe silvered ripples all leaped for joy\\nAnd over the waters glancing\\nI saw, in the light, a pretty sight;\\nIn an ecstasy of glad delight,\\nThe ripples all were dancing.\\nThey danced in the midst where the stars look\\ndown\\nNo shadowy branch to hide them;\\nThey danced where the willows kiss the stream,\\nThen back again in the moonlight s gleam.\\nAnd the fish peeped out and eyed them.\\nThey danced in the shade of the iron bridge,\\nWhere the aspen s shadows play;\\nAnd the great moon smiled as the dancers fled,\\nAnd spangles dropped on each little head,\\nAs they laughed and danced away.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "31\\nTHE PESSIMIST.\\nArrayed in a garment of fleeciest down,\\nThe Winter-king rides over meadows so brown;\\nThrough wild waiHng woodlands so stark and so\\nbare,\\nHe rides on the wind to the great everywhere.\\nHe dresses the trees in the daintiest gown;\\nAnd over each window in country and town,\\nWith fairy-Hke fingers, unheard and unseen,\\nHe pictures, in crystal and silvery sheen,\\nMost beautiful cities with steeples and towers,\\nAnd wild tangled mazes bespangled with flowers.\\nBut mid the sweet music of jingling bells\\nYou hear the old pessimist counting his ills.\\nWith a sorrowful shake of the head murmurs he,\\nSuch nasty cold weather I never did see;\\nThe streets are so* slip ry one can t walk at all,\\nFor danger of breaking a leg by a fall\\nUnless a few days bring a great change about,\\nThe wheat in the ground will be all frozen out.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32\\nBut roguish old Winter soon bundles his pack\\nOf ice, frost, and snow, on his jolly old back.\\nAnd hies to the mountain, but leaves in his stead\\nThe Goddess of Love, with the blossom-crowned\\nhead\\nAnd a breath that is filled with the nectar and\\ndew,\\nShe stole from the heart of the violet blue;\\nA voice O, the music that swells on the air\\nFrom fresh-budding woodland, from hedge,\\neverywhere.\\nCaressed by the sunlight and bathed by the\\nshowers.\\nShe walks on a carpet of mosses and flowers.\\nAgain comes the pessimist, grumpy and grim,\\nAnd says the fair goddess has no charms for\\nhim.\\nTis raining too often, the corn and the wheat\\nWill rot in the ground; there ll be nothing to eat;\\nBesides, the old crow, in his greedy delight,\\nNow raideth the cornfields from morning till\\nnight.\\nA famine is certain Tis sure to prevail\\nAnd thus the old pessimist keeps up his wail.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "33\\nAt last this fair goddess descends from the\\nthrone,\\nGives place to another we ve all loved and\\nknown.\\nHer crown is of roses, her garment of grain,\\nWith silken folds falling and rising again,\\nAs scent-laden wind o er their soft billows plays;\\nEnraptured, she basks in the blue summer haze,\\nTill bliss is dissolved into tear-laden showers,\\nThat drench all the trees and refresh all the\\nflowers.\\nAs softly they fall on the roof o er our heads,\\nO, the sleep-haunted rapture their lullaby sheds!\\nThough harvest with plenty his gran ries hath\\nfilled,\\nThe murmuring pessimist never is stilled.\\nHe says, as he brushes the sweat from his brow,\\n*T don t see the use of such hot weather now;\\nTwill dry up the fruit, the grapes on the vine\\nUnless there s a change, they will yield us no\\nwine.\\nAnd thus the old pessimist grumbles away\\nThe brightness and joy of the long summer day.\\nHe teases the evening, he teases the morn.\\nUntil the fair Goddess of Autumn is born.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34\\nShe comes heavy-laden with fruit from the vine,\\nSweet clusters that drip with the mellowest wine;\\nAnd rosy-cheeked fruit from the old apple-tree,\\nAnd ears that are golden as golden can be.\\nEnrobed in a garment of crimson and brown,\\nA gadand of goldenrod forming her crown,\\nIn the mystic delight of the autumn she stands,\\nAnd showers her gifts o er the pessimist s lands;\\nWhile he from his orchard-land turns in disgust.\\nSaying, Labor avails me but dust, mould, and\\nrust;\\nThe winter comes on altogether too fast.\\nThe corn that s unhusked will be caught in the\\nblast;\\nMy bills, they increase, while my business is\\nslow;\\nI soon shall be broken and bankrupt, I know!\\nThere s no satisfaction on land or on sea.\\nFor nothing is what I desire it to be.\\nSay, Pessmiist, say, while you grumble and fret,\\nKnow ye not there is One who your needs won t\\nforget?\\nThink ye the kind Father of wisdom so great", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "35\\nForgetteth the things which His hands did\\ncreate?\\nThe sparrow sings neither by day nor by night,\\nYet He, in His tenderness, guideth its flight.\\nHe maketh the hly of waxen-white hue.\\nAnd feeds it on showers, on sunshine and dew;\\nYet Hves there a king in such garments arrayed?\\nSuch beauty as robes this sweet flower of the\\nglade?\\nIn rapturous reign, the cool waters beside.\\nIt looks up and trusts, and its needs are supplied.\\nThe richest of treasures to thee will be given.\\nIf thou, like the lily, wilt look up to heaven.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36\\nTHE FIRST EASTER DAWN.\\nThe night is past, the thunder s roar\\nIn distance dies away;\\nAnd in the east, a gleam of Hght\\nForetells the coming day;\\nAnd women, bearing spices sweet.\\nAre hastening on their way\\nToward that tomb, so dark and deep.\\nWhere Jesus body lay.\\nBut who, these faithful women ask,\\nAnd pause upon their way,\\nWhen we have reached our Master s tomb,\\nWho ll roll the stone away?\\nAt last they reach the hallowed spot,\\nThe tomb that Joseph made.\\nWherein, three days before, their loved\\nAnd loving Lord was laid.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Z7\\nThe glory of the golden sun\\nFills budding woods with light,\\nThe morning dewdrops sparkle on\\nThe Easter lilies white.\\nSweet odor from the hyacinth\\nUpon the breeze is borne;\\nAll nature now proclaims with joy,\\nIt is the world s first mom!\\nThe women stand beside the tomb\\nIn deep surprise and fear;\\nFor lo! the stone is rolled away\\nTheir Master is not there.\\nImpulsive Mary Magdalene\\nStays not, but hastens on\\nThat she may tell the wondrous news\\nTo Peter and to John.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "She tells them and they come with her\\nUnto the hallowed place,\\nAnd find it just as she has said\\nOf Jesus there s no trace.\\nThen silently they turn and go\\nEach on his way save one;\\nTis loving Mary Magdalene i\\nWho stays and weeps alone.\\nShe s thinking now of days when friends\\nAway from her all turned,\\nWhen thoughtless Mary Magdalene\\nBy all the world was spurned.\\nHow Jesus, in His wondrous love.\\nHad touched her heart within,\\nAnd led her into righteous paths\\nFrom those of vilest sin.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "39\\nAnd as she weeps, she stoops and looks\\nInto the sepulcher,\\nAnd sees two angels sitting there\\nWho kindly say to her:\\nWhy weepest thou, oh, woman?\\nAnd Magdalene replies,\\nBecause they ve taken away my Lord;\\nI know not where He lies.\\nAs Mary speaks she turns around\\nAnother form is there!\\nShe thinks it is the gardener,\\nWho kindly says to her:\\nWhom seekest thou, oh, woman?\\nWhy stand ye weeping there?\\nSays Mary, If you ve borne Him hence.\\nOh, please, sir, tell me where.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40\\nThe Saviour s loving heart is touched;\\n(For it is He who speaks\\nHer loving Lord and Master, whom\\nSo earnestly she seeks).\\nHe draws a little closer now,\\nThat she her Lord may know,\\nAnd answers only, Mary,\\nIn accents soft and low.\\nShe raises now her tearful eyes.\\nThey are no longer blind\\nFor none but He could speak her name\\nSo tenderly and kind.\\nForgetting, in her love so blind\\nThe cause for which He d died,\\nForgetting all save at His feet\\nNoi harm can her betide,", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "41\\nWith beating heart and outstretched arms\\nShe flies her Lord tO greet.\\nRabboni! then she kneels among\\nThe HHes at His feet.\\nHe looks with tend rest pity on\\nThat face with tears still wet,\\nAnd says You must not touch me now;\\nI will not leave you yet.\\nBut by and by I will ascend\\nUnto my God and thine;\\nGo thou and tell, when thou dost find\\nThose true disciples mine.\\nThe day is spent, the lily folds\\nHer leaves upon her breast;\\nThe violets close their dewy eyes\\nAnd sweetly sink to rest.\\nThe westland crimson glory fades\\nFrom hilltop, wood, and lawn.\\nNight s tender dews fall softly o er\\nThe world s First Easter Dawn.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42\\nINDIA.\\nThere s a country o er the billows deep,\\nAs fair as fair can be\\nIts north is bounded by mountains high,\\nWith sunlit summits that kiss the sky.\\nIts south by the boundless sea.\\nA stream flows down the mountain side.\\nAnd swells to the great Ganges\\nIts placid depths, unknown, untold,\\nReflect the sunlight s orient gold,\\nThen rest in southern seas.\\nThe silken palms their branches wave\\nAs soft as summer sails;\\nAnd drowsy winds, so passing fair.\\nWith odors laden, strange and rare.\\nBlow soft o er sunbright vales.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "43\\nAnd nestling close *mong shelt ring hills\\nThe bamboo huts are seen\\nLike golden billows fall and rise\\nThe seas of grain neath Indian skies,\\nBy woods of silvered green.\\nThe date, the orange, the fig grow ripe\\nIn that golden country, where\\nThrough fragrant meads the pathways lead.\\nWouldst see God s handiwork indeed?\\nGo view the sunset there\\nTis veiled in clouds of splendid hue,\\nIn melting colors rare:\\nChurch domes in crimson waves are dyed,\\nAnd everything seems glorified\\nThank God there are churches there\\nWhere once the starry heavens looked down,\\nAnd wept a nation s blindness.\\nWhich knew no God to soothe its grief,\\nAnd women slaves! found no relief\\nIn love or human kindness,", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44\\nMillions of homes to-day rejoice\\nAnd praise our God above;\\nMillions have learned the hymn to swell,\\nThrough missionaries, sent to tell\\nOf Him whose name is Love.\\nBut millions still are left in doubt,\\nIn darkness and alone;\\nTheir restless souls are wrung with grief,\\nThey find no^ respite or relief\\nIn heathen gods of stone.\\nThey ve never heard of Him who gave\\nTheir glorious sun-kissed shores\\nGod grant that we our efforts lend\\nTo teach them of a loving Friend\\nWhom Freedom s land adores.\\nProsper, O Lord, this land of ours.\\nSo glad, so proud, so free.\\nThat we may missionaries send\\nTill all that beauteous India land\\nHas learned to worship Thee.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "45\\nNothing we give our Father s cause\\nEscapes His watchful eyes;\\nEach mite will be a jewel rare\\nTo deck the crown we ll surely wear\\nSome day in Paradise.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46\\nWEARY.\\nWeary of the tumult of the town,\\nOf the burdens and the cares that weigh me\\ndown,\\nOf oppression, greed, and strife.\\nOf the din of city Hfe,\\nDisappointments that my noblest efforts crown.\\nWeary of the world s vain, gilded styles.\\nThough my moments he with softest words be-\\nguiles\\nThough he warble ne er so blandly.\\nHis old heart is false though friendly.\\nFor he lingers near me but when fortune smiles.\\nWeary of his griefs and empty show.\\nTo the quiet woods alone I love to go.\\nAnd in sweet repose abide\\nWhere the sylvan echoes ride\\nOn October s drowsy winds that whisper low.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "47\\nWhere the bonnie squirrel flits among the trees,\\nAnd the quail his piping flings upon tlie breeze,\\nWhere the gold and brown leaves quiver\\nO er the winding, osiered river,\\nBearing on its soft, low music to the seas.\\nAnd the forest oak, so grand, majestic, high,\\nWith his rainboAV-mantled branches woes the\\nsky,\\nAnd the wind a fairy story\\nBreathing o er the maple s glory,\\nBrings it down in twirling crimson showers,\\nwhere lie\\nMany springtime flowers, fast asleep,\\nSpreading over them a cover warm and deep;\\nAnd the sunlight glints and spangles\\nThrough the wild and woody tangles.\\nWhere alone the eye of God doth vigils keep.\\nStanding there on wild, leaf-covered sod.\\nWhere perhaps no human foot before hath trod\\nMy storm-tossed soul is blest\\nIn a halo of sweet rest.\\nAll alone within the crimson wood with God.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "TO A VIOLET.\\nViolet, sweet violet,\\nOf modest, dainty grace,\\nWhy dost thou hide among the grass\\nThy pretty velvet face?\\nThine eyes are filled with dew, thy breath\\nMakes sweet the air of spring;\\nThy whispers low, sweet memorie\\nOf other springtimes bring.\\nSweet olden, golden springtimes,\\nWhen bluebirds sang so gay,\\nAs I plucked thy sister blossoms\\nFrom a woodland far away,\\nWith her, whose eyes, in color.\\nSweet flow r, were just like you.\\nAnd like you grew in radiance\\nFrom drinking heaven s blue.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "49\\nEach spring, as lisping children,\\nAs romping schoolgirls, too,\\nOur feet were bathed in violet banks\\nThat dripped with melting dew;\\nOur souls were bathed in bliss divine.\\nAs all day long we basked\\nIn sweet and fragrant winds we knew\\nHad kissed them as they passed.\\nBut when the summer sun shone hot,\\nTheir slender stems were dried;\\nTheir modest heads bent lower, and\\nTheir fragrant blossoms died;\\nAnd could we pierce to-day the blue\\nOf heaven s dome so fair,\\nMethinks we d see them blooming in\\nCelestial glory there!\\nCulled by otir angel Emma,\\nIn a rapturous clime, that lies\\nIn the radiant, springtime glory\\nOf the fields of Paradise!", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50\\nGOLDEN DAYS.\\n(To imy sister Ennma.)\\nI ve just seen the first robin of spring, Emma,\\nAnd he s warbHng a sweet little song,\\nBringing back tender memories of you, Emma,\\nAnd of joys that to childhood belong.\\nHe was singing a song to his mate, Emmia,\\nA sweet song of happiness and love.\\nAnd it echoed thro woodland and dale, Emma,\\nOver valley and hilltop and grove.\\nChorus:\\nOh, those happy, happy days gone by, Emma,\\nTheir memory is ever dear to me;\\nOh, those old golden, glorious days, Emma,\\nWhen I played mong the flowers with thee.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "51\\nBringing back tender mem ries of you, Emma,\\nWhen life seemed only a song,\\nHoilding neither a sorrow nor tear, Emma,\\nAs we played mong the flowers all day long.\\nWe gathered the mosses and ferns, Emma,\\nThe cowslips and violets so blue,\\nAnd the crab-apple blossoms so sweet, Emma,\\nAnd the sweet, mellow May-apple, too.\\nChorus.\\nYou remember the old apple-tree, Emma,\\nWith its wide-spreading branches o erhead?\\nSuch perfume I haive never since found, Emma,\\nAs its sweet, fragrant blossoms did shed.\\nBut now we are far, far apart, Emma,\\nThe sunny days of childhood are o er.\\nBut we ll roam hand in hand mong the flowers,\\nEmma,\\nThat bloom on the Bright Golden Shore.\\nChorus.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52\\nBABY MINE.\\nTired of laughter, tired of play,\\nBaby mine,\\nOn my breast thy tresses lay,\\nBaby mine.\\nCooing, loving, prattling, too,\\nShine and showers the whole day thro\\nTires a bonnie thing like you.\\nBaby mine.\\nLittle violets so blue,\\nBaby mine,\\nClose their eyes now wet with dew,\\nBaby mine,\\nSaying, sweetheart, tmto you.\\nClose those orbs of azure hue.\\nWhere that glimpse of heaven gleams thro\\nBaby mine.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "53\\nWhence that dimpled foot and hand,\\nBaby mine?\\nCame they here at love s command,\\nBaby mine?\\nOr did angels, in their flight,\\nDrop this little blossom white\\nOn the stream of time one night,\\nBaby mine?\\nDimples guard thy crimson lips,\\nBaby mine;\\nPrints of fairy finger-tips.\\nBaby mine.\\nNow the shade of angel wings\\nSweet repose upon thee brings,\\nSilken soft thy slumberings.\\nBaby mine.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54\\nLULLABY.\\nRock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, my dear,\\nNothing can harm you, for mother is near.\\nThe journey is short, and the stars twinkle bright\\nO er your path into Byloland, baby, good-night.\\nRock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, my pet,\\nGrasses that cover your pathway are wet\\nWith dewdrops that sparkle like jewels so bright,\\nRock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, good-night.\\nRock-a-by, hush-a-by, sweetheart of mine,\\nRest from their prattle those red lips of thine.\\nBridges you cross in your Bylodand flight\\nSway to your footsteps, my baby, good-night.\\nRock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, my love,\\nAngels are watching thy cradle above.\\nThy feet into Byloland s dreamy delight\\nHave entered, then rest, little pilgrim, good-\\nnight.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "55\\nA DAY IN JUNE.\\n(To Mercy.)\\nThis is the month of roses, dear,\\nThe sweetest time of all the year.\\nField, woodland, roadside, everywhere,\\nIs clad m, crimson beauty rare.\\nThe very earth beneath our feet\\nIs covered with their petals sweet;\\nWhere er we go* the balmy air\\nIs laden with sweet fragrance rare.\\nAnd now and then, dear, we may see\\nThe cheerful, busy little bee\\nFrom out this dainty, crimson flow r,\\nSip nectar for his winter store.\\nThe sky is blue, and there and here\\nWe see a fleecy cloud appear;\\nNor tongue nor pen can e er portray\\nThe beauties of this sweet June day.\\nIn mem ry, dear, it takes me back\\nAlong life s sunny backvv^ard track", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56\\nJust thirteen years, to a sweet June day\\nAnd a little cot, not far away,\\nWhere roses blootmed, and song of bird\\nThroughout the livelong day was lieard;\\nBut never was this song so gay\\nAs on that blissful, bright June day.\\nWithin that little nut-brown cot,\\nOn earth the dearest, sweetest spot,\\nA wee pink flower, both sweet and gay,\\nFirst opened to the light of day.\\nAs time flew by on fairy wing.\\nThis wee pink flower, this dainty thing,\\nOf all our love demanded part,\\nAnd twined its tendrils round each heart.\\nSometimes, without, twas dark and dreary,\\nBut all within this cot was cheery.\\nBecause this little floweret gay\\nChased gloom and shadows all away.\\nThis dainty thing, so dear to me.\\nThis little flower I have in thee.\\nNeath blue June sky and rainbow shower,\\nLong live earth s purest, sweetest flower.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "57\\nCHRISTMAS ON THE FARM.\\nDon t you remember, oh, brother mine!\\nWhat fun we had at Christmas-time,\\nOut on the old farm, you and I\\nThat home we loved in days gone by?\\nHow up in the loft we used to climb\\nFor nuts, stored there in autumn-time,\\nTo crack and eat by the dear old fire.\\nWhile the cheerful blaze leaped high r and high r?\\nAnd when it was time to go to bed,\\nHow each tired, sleepy little head\\nWas laid on a pillow, soft and white.\\nTo dream of Christmas the livelong night?\\nAnd how in the morn, before twas light.\\nOur eyes were opened wide and bright,\\nAs we ran a race down the high old stair.\\nTo see if Santa had been there,\\nAnd brought his bundle of toys with him.\\nAnd filled our stockings up to the brim?", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "S8\\nBut dear old Santa would always stop\\nAnd fill them full to the very top.\\nThen we d away to the old hillside,\\nThe country shoemaker s cot beside\\nJust round the corner, near the wood.\\nWhere the tall old beech-tree grew and stood.\\nAnd the snowbirds hopped on its boughs awry\\nAs our brand-new sled went whizzing by;\\nAnd down to the foot of the hill we d go.\\nOver the crystal Christmas snow.\\nOh, could life s downward journey be\\nAs free from care for you and me\\nOur hearts be filled with the same glad rays\\nOf those olden, golden Christmas days!\\nWhen life was so sunny, bright, and new.\\nOh, brother mine! for me and you.\\nA happier home none ever had\\nThan ours, holding hearts so light and glad.\\nBut those happy Christmas days of yore\\nTo us will come again no more\\nFor she who chased all our care away\\nSings a Christmas anthem in heaven to-day.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "59\\nMY LITTLE BROWN-EYED SWEET-\\nHEART.\\nWhen evening shadows gather round,\\nAnd work of day is done,\\nWhen down the west horizon sinks\\nThe glorious, golden sun,\\nAnd sweetly sing the whip-po-wils\\nOde to the closing day,\\nBack to my home among the hills\\nMy visions often stray.\\nChorus:\\nTho time from mem ry may efface\\nAll else that s sweet and tender,\\nThose happy olden, golden days\\nI ever shall remember.\\nOh, happy, olden, golden days,\\nOh, days with sunshine laden,\\nWhen I wandered o er those verdant hills\\nWith a little brown-eyed maiden.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o\\nWhere flowers were fair and fields were green,\\nAnd trees with blossoms lade,\\nTwas there I met and loved and wooed\\nA little brown-eyed maid;\\nAnd oftentimes she d sing to me\\nSweetly her Flower Song,\\nAs o er those verdant, flowery hills\\nWe gaily strolled along.\\nChorus;\\nBut that was years, long years ago,\\nYet o er and o er again\\nIn dreams I m with my brown-eyed love,\\nAnd hear that sweet refrain.\\nTho death s cold frost has touched my flower,\\nAnd bid its life depart.\\nYet still within my soul doth live\\nMy little brown-eyed sweetheart.\\nChorus.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "6i\\nI KNOW TWO EYES.\\nSONG.\\nI know two eyes two jet-black eyes,\\nYet fond and true and tender.\\nI see them in the twinkling stars,\\nAnd in the glowing ember.\\nYou girls may talk of sweet blue eyes,\\nOr on soft brown eyes tarry.\\nBut I will take those jet-black eyes,\\nSo sparkling, bright, and merry.\\nThey come to me at twilight hour,\\nThey come in morning early.\\nThey come my every joy to share.\\nThose jet-black eyes so merry.\\nThey come at noon, and when Fm sad\\nThey look at me so kindly,\\nTheir ever-tender, sparkling glance\\nDwells on me, oh, so fondly.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62\\nI know two eyes two jet-black eyes,\\nYet fond and true and tender;\\nThey re bright as any twinkling star\\nUp in the heavens yonder.\\nI look into those sparkling eyes,\\nThose jet-black eyes so merry,\\nAnd see within their radiant depths\\nThe love-light of my dearie.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "63\\nCUPID S MISTAKE.\\nCupid looked forth one bright spring day,\\nAnd whispered, **Now I must away.\\nOld winter, with his frost and snow,\\nTook his departure long ago.\\nO er roadside, field, and woodland, too,\\nSweet violets grow, with eyes so blue;\\nBlossoms of every hue and shade\\nThe balmy air with perfume lade.\\nThere s light and sunshine everywhere;\\nAll nature is so wondrous fair;\\nE en from the woods the wild birds sing\\nA welcome tO the newborn spring.\\nThis surely is my harvest time.\\nTo make men bow at Love s sweet shrine:\\nFor all around, below, above.\\nWill help me make men fall in love.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64\\nSo from beneath his flow ry tent\\nHe started on this mission bent.\\nFirst to the halls of wealth and rank\\nWent cunning Cupid with his prank.\\nOn reaching them, to his dismay,\\nThose halls in deepest quiet lay;\\nAnd music, once the food of love,\\nCould not be heard below, above.\\nSo Cupid s little wings he spread.\\nAnd, flying, to himself he said,\\nThe lawyer will be in, I know.\\nHe s poring o er his books, I trow.\\nPoor fellow, what a lot is his\\nTo be shut up a day like this.\\nFrom sunlight, flowers, and wild bird s song,\\nTrying to balance right and wrong.\\nI ll take my tiny little dart.\\nAnd lightly touch the lawyer s heart,\\nAnd show him how love s sweet, glad light\\nCan make his dingy office bright.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "65\\nBut when he reached the longed-for spot,\\nHe found the studious lawyer not.\\nThese words he read upon the door,\\nThe lawyer will be in at four.\\nTo the office of the doctor kind\\nI ll go, said he, for there I ll find\\nHim tending to his patients ills\\nWith soothing balms and dainty pills.\\nBut doctor s doors were closed, and lo!\\nJust as poor Cupid turned to go.\\nThese words he read twixt tears, alack!\\nAt six the doctor will be back.\\nNext to the dentist man he flew,\\nAnd called upon the merchant, too\\nIn every place, the city round.\\nBut not a bit of game he found.\\nWell, well! said Cupid, with a moan,\\nThe world has cold and heartless grown.\\nSo once again his wings he spread.\\nAnd over country roads he sped,", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66\\nBack toward his home among spring flowers.\\nAnd shady walks, and leafy bowers;\\nBut as he flew the stream beside,\\nA crowd of wheelmen there he spied.\\nHa! ha! laughed he, Tve found them all,\\nBoth short and tall, both great and small.\\nOh, what a pretty lad I see\\nGliding along sO merrily\\n**With pretty boots laced to the knee,\\nHis limbs how shapely, blithe, and free;\\nIf I can get such game as he,\\nThis trip a grand success will be.\\nSo saying this, his bow he bent.\\nAnd through the air his arrow sent\\nStraight toward this pretty lad it flew.\\nAnd pierced his bosom through and through.\\n*My wasn t that a blissful aim.\\nI ll fly to earth and get my game.\\nBut when he reached that laddie s side\\nHe looked perplexed, then horrified.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "67\\nThen quickly rose and flew away,\\nAnd as he went was heard to say\\nOh, what a bhnider! Now I see\\nFort Wayne is not the place for me;\\nFor, counting now my time and cost,\\nThis lovely day is worse than lost.\\nMy wings are weary, brain s awhirl.\\nFor, oh, twas but a Bloomer Girl!", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "DEWEY S VICTORY.\\nTis morning at Manila,\\nThe first dawn of the May\\nAlong the eastern horizon\\nWe see the light of day.\\nAs spreads its golden splendor\\nAnd drives away the night,\\nThe hills that guard the islands\\nAre decked with diamonds bright.\\nThe cocoa palms so olden,\\nNow robed in silvered green.\\nStretch their broad brandies heav nward\\nTo golden fields serene.\\nAnd yon cathedral spire gleams\\nWith glory from the skies;\\nThe beauty of the Sabbath\\nAcross the city lies.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "69\\nA little bay rests softly\\nAmong those sun-kissed isles,\\nReflecting heaven s azure,\\nAnd basking in God s smiles.\\nUpon its sleeping waters\\nA Spanish squadron lies;\\nHer flags unfurl their folds, and\\nUpon sweet breezes rise.\\nLo! another fleet approaches.\\nMore beauteous and grand;\\nThe flag she bears so proudly\\nHas waved o er Freedom s land!\\nShe comes across the billows,\\nAnd in Freedom s cause to-day\\nThe smoke and fire of battle\\nEnfold Manila Bay.\\nLook! on Fort Cavite they re firing!\\nTheir eflforts now prevail\\nTis shattered into splinters.\\nAnd Spanish cheeks grow pale.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70\\nThe cannons belch forth thunder!\\nThe shells burst thick and fast!\\nWith might charge Freedom s heroes,\\nAmid the purple blast.\\nThe handsome flagship Reina\\nChristina s sinking now;\\nShe s robed in flames and ruin,\\nFrom th Olympia s snowy bow.\\nNow all the Spanish squadron.\\nIts proud and dauntless crew,\\nSinks mid the storm of battle,\\nNeath troubled waters blue.\\nNor falls a single hero\\nIn Freedom s cause so true,\\nWhile fighting neath the banner\\nThat s red and white and blue.\\nThe Philippines are freed from\\nATI tyrant rule and reign,\\nAvenged the noble sailors\\nOn board our gallant Maine!", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "71\\nThe gory hands of Spain are\\nIn ocean waters laved,\\nO er whose enchanted bosom\\nThis morn her banner waved.\\nHills, mountains, vales, and rocks ring\\nWith shouts of victory.\\nAs falls the sunset s crimson\\nAcross the earth and sea.\\nAnd Dewey s noble squadron,\\nThat bravely won the day,\\nOn drowsy winds is floating\\nOld Glory o er the bay.\\nAll hail! our great commander,\\nThou hero of the sea,\\nWith your brave and noble boys you\\nHave captured victory.\\nYour name is wreathed in glory,\\nIts praises will be sung\\nWherever Freedom s flag is\\nTo Freedom s breezes flung.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72\\nThe guns you ve fired to-day,\\nOn the first of flow ring May,\\nWill thunder o er Spain s hilltops\\nTen thousand miles away!\\nFling higher Freedom s emblem!\\nLong may its colors wave\\nWhere God has given victory\\nTo Freedom s noble brave.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "73\\nBATTLE OF SANTIAGO BAY.\\nJust off the coast of an isle that Hes\\nWhere silver d, feathery palm-trees rise\\nAs if their branches would kiss the skies\\nSo blue, so far away\\nWhen woke each vale the Sabbath bell,\\nOn seas that gently rose and fell,\\nOur nation s warships lay.\\nAs dreamily, lazily basking, they\\nIn quiet tropical sunshine lay,\\nIn sight of a placid, sleeping bay,\\nWhere anchored the Spaniard s ships,\\nA big boat s coming from the bay!\\nThe Spaniard s squadron comes this way!\\nCame loud from a lookout s lips.\\nAs one by one came the fleet of Spain\\nAcross the bay, toward the main,\\nWith hope in each bosom they once again\\nLaunched forth on open sea.\\nEach man to his gun! the commodore cried,\\nAnd the warships plowed through the cloven tide,\\nIn the trail of the enemy.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74\\nFull speed ahead! Open fire!\\nThe commodore s voice rose high r and high r,\\nMidst smoke and flames to the enemy nigh r,\\nThe gallant fleet plunged on.\\nThe cannons poured forth fire and thunder,\\nThe great shells cleft the waves asunder,\\nAs gun replied to gun.\\nRight through the hot hell-fire and shell,\\nThrough mist and smoke and shot that fell\\nO er ship and boiling sea, pell-mell.\\nCharged Freedom s heroes true.\\nFor o er the battle s smoke and fury\\nWaved high the synonym of glory,\\nThe old Red, White and Blue.\\nGreat crashing volleys, long and loud,\\nSwept from the decks the Spaniards proud,\\nThen wrapped their boats in a smoky shroud,\\nAnd left them beached and burning.\\nTheir decks in human blood were laved.\\nO er which the yellow banner waved\\nSo vauntingly that morning.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "75\\nThat eve the sunset s crimson ray\\nTouched gently, softly, tenderly\\nThe waves that moaned where the lost fleet lay,\\nThe pride of Spain erstwhile,\\nAnd crowned the man who climbed the height\\nTo plant Old Glory s spangles bright\\nOn sun-kissed Cuba s Isle.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "7(^\\nTHE OLD MAN S STORY.\\nWe d been a talkin me and Ma-\\nA deal about our Bill.\\nHe wuz well nigh onto thirty,\\nAnd gettin older still.\\nHe wa n t a lazy lad, you see,\\nWuz tall and strong and big.\\nBut to accomplish anything\\nHe must git up and dig.\\nNext we sot out to talk of Sal\\nShe wa n t a hansum lass,\\nBut luvin er or kinder soul\\nNe er stepped on medder grass.\\nSez I, Good wimmen never grows\\nFrum idle gals, tis true;\\nSo we decided Sally should\\nAirn her own livin too.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "T7\\nAnd then we talked about the twins,\\nAbout our Joe and Jim.\\nJoe alius wuz a truant cuss,\\nAnd oft I ve wallerp d him\\nFer runnin way from skule to watch\\nThe ships cum in at sea.\\nHe alius said, When I m a man,\\nA sailor I will be.\\nWuz alius gettin inter scraps\\nOn politicks at skule;\\nIt wa n t no use to send im.\\nHe broke ever gol-durned rule.\\nBut Jim wuz sort o studious\\nHe keered a heap fer books.\\nLazy? I guess! On summer days\\nHe d find the shady nooks\\nAnd lay and read, while me and Bill\\nGot out and dun the work.\\nAnd aimed a decent livin fer\\nThis lazy, wuthless shirk.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78\\nBut Sue, she wuz a hansum gal;\\nHer cheek wuz like the rose;\\nHer breth wuz sweet as any breeze\\nThe June-time ever blows.\\nHer eyes wuz dark and full of fire,\\nHer cheeks wuz churry red,\\nHer body sort o* willery,\\nBut she d a haughty head.\\nBut if you wanted her to work\\nShe never could be found;\\nAnd, mebby, if you scoured the farm\\nAnd all the country round,\\nYou d find her sittin in a tree\\nA-whistlin o the tune\\nShe d heered the medder lark a-singin\\nTo the skies o June.\\nAnd so one nite I called em in,\\nI think jest arter tea.\\nSez I, We ve clothed and edecated you-\\nYer Ma and me;", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "79\\nBut now we re gettin old, our j ints\\nO roomatism tells,\\nAnd it s high time fer you to airn\\nA livin fer yoursel s.\\nOur kids wuz proud as eny\\nIndiany s ever grown,\\nAnd so, afore another month\\nThey left us all alone.\\nBill went to Philadelphy town\\nAnd hired to a store\\nAs keeps all sorts o things in lots.\\nOh, millions, mebby more.\\nSal went to work fer Deken Dobbs,\\nAnd Joe went off to sea\\nBut Jim turned out an editor\\nA mighty man wuz he.\\nAlong kum one o them air shows\\nWith gals that danced and sang;\\nAnd, spite of all her ma could say,\\nOur Sue, she j ined the gang.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o\\nAs years went by our Bill he wed\\nA hansum city wife,\\nAnd went to livin in accord\\nWith high-dad city life.\\nThe children kum till he possessed\\nO them a mammoth fold;\\nAnd ever thing he teched jest seemed\\nTo turn to yaller gold.\\nSal, wed to Deken Dobbs s son,\\nWuz happy, but so poor;\\nAnd meny children played around\\nHer country cabin door.\\nBut then she loved that wuthless man,\\nAnd p raps, when all is told,\\nShe s happier n she would a bin\\nIf she had wed fer gold.\\nThe last I heered of rompin Sue,\\nI b lieve it wuz a hit\\nThey called it that she made in France,\\nAnd ever night she d git", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "8i\\nGreat piles o flowers, roses and sich,\\nO yaller, red and white;\\nAnd ever time she danced she fetched\\nTen thousan francs a night!\\nBut Jim poor Jim! our lazy boy\\nHe did nt fare so well;\\nHe s good in larnin but, somehow,\\nHis paper didn t sell.\\nBut why it didn t I can t tell,\\nAnd of n wonder yit;\\nFer when the people brung in stuff\\nAs fer his paper writ\\nThet didn t sound jest right to him.\\nAnd wuzn t right in looks,\\nHe alius tuk and made it right,\\nFer Jim wuz good in books.\\nHe know d about the president.\\nCongress and senate, too\\nCould tell you all that they hed done\\nAnd what they d ort to do.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82\\nAnd when he found he couldn t make\\nEnuff to buy a bike,\\nHe walked off down the railroad track\\nToward the Klonindike.\\nBut do you know that wuthless Joe\\nTurned out the best of all?\\nWhen down-trod Cuby needed help,\\nHe answered duty s call,\\nAn what he taught ol haughty Spain\\nI guess she ll not forget\\nFer the way he licked them Spanyards\\nWuz a caution, now, you bet!\\nThe people all went wild about\\nHis bravery and fame,\\nAn now he s got an Admiral\\nHitched on afore his name.\\nBut nairy youngster would a knowed\\nWhat in his brain-pan lay\\nF I hadn t said, Git up and dust!\\nTo them that summer day.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "83\\nTO MY DOG.\\nNoble fellow, faithful friend!\\nDevoted, kind, and true;\\nIn all this wide, wide world I ve found\\nNo one who loves like you.\\nFaithful dog, rememb rest thou\\n(Oh, lucky day for thee!)\\nWhen thou, a friendless puppy, came\\nTo beg a crust from me?\\nThen thou wast hungry, footsore, cold.\\nThy sides were lank and thin\\nBut when I saw thy friendly face\\nI gladly took thee in.\\nNow thou art beautiful and plump.\\nThy fur is soft and sleek,\\nA pretty collar buckled round\\nThy noble, glossy neck.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84\\nBut thou, oh, noble, trusty friend,\\nRepay st this care of mine\\nA thousand-fold, for who could spurn\\nDevotion such as thine?\\nI know if thou, in time to come,\\nSome other friend should find.\\nThou wilt not say of me harsh words\\nAnd sentences unkind.\\nSo they who would our friendship scorn-\\nMy fondness would reprove,\\nWould better come to thee and learn\\nTrue gratitude and love.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "85\\nSOMEBODY.\\nThere s somebody stayin aroiin our house\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI don t know who or where\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat sneaks about an follers me out\\nAn in an ever where\\nI go; an sturbs my skates an thingS;\\nAn scatters em all about\\nBut you bet your stuff it ll go mighty tough\\nWith im when I find im out!\\nThough I hang my hat an coat away,\\nUp on the peg with care,\\nI ll just be bound they can t be found\\nWhen I want em,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 anywhere.\\nWhen I ve hunted for em till Fm late for school,\\nAn mad as one ol March hare.\\nAn a dozen more, right down on the floor\\nI ll find that hat, just where", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86\\nSomebody s went an throwed it down,\\nIt s the same with my books each day,\\nMy bat an ball, my mittens an all,\\nThough I m sure I put em away.\\nBut I tell you this if I ever find\\nWho that meddlesome somebody is,\\nI ll rout im, an scout im, an all that s about im,\\nI ll learn im to mind his biz.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "87\\nTHE HERO OF EVE,RY-DAY LIFE.\\n(song.)\\nWe sing of the hero of battle,\\nWe cherish and worship his name;\\nOf the hero of old, and the hero of gold,\\nOf him who has honor and fame.\\nThe hero of love s tender passion,\\nWho basks in its mystical ray,\\nAs we journey along, but never a song\\nFor the hero we meet every day.\\nThe one who can face, aye, so bravely\\nHis losses, rebuffs, and defeat;\\nWhose heart will not break though the world\\nmay forsake,\\nFrom the enemy will not retreat.\\nWho never will murmur at fate, when\\nIt seems an unmerciful foe,\\nBut struggles along with a heart true and strong,\\nAnd strikes a far nobler blow.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "Though his last golden castle is shattered\\nAnd sown to the wind long ago,\\nEach one that he meets with a warm smile he\\ngreets,\\nHis burden we never may know.\\nBut hark! sweetest melodies mingle\\nWith the din of earth s tumult and strife\\nHeaven^s joyous bells ring and archangels sing\\nFor the hero of every-day life.\\nr\\np", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "89\\nTHE CHILD S INQUIRY.\\nOh, where is that beautiful city, mamma,\\nThe one that is called Fort Wayne?\\nDoes it rest in the light of a clear blue sky,\\nWay out on a sandy plain?\\nOr may it be found where the roses climb\\nOver trellises built so high\\nThat if you would pluck off the topmost one\\nYou d have to climb up to the sky?\\nOr where all the streets are so smooth and so\\nclean\\nThat buggies and bicycles, too.\\nGlide along with all ease in the sweet dreamy\\nbreeze,\\nLike balloons in soft heavens of blue?\\nMother: Not there, my child, not there.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90\\nFort Wayne is a hustling city, my dear,\\nOn the banks of the old Maiimee,\\nWhere most of the folks are too busy to care\\nThe beauties of nature to see.\\nTis a place where they all pay a tax, my dear,\\nFor repairing the street, you know,\\nThat they all may enjoy their bicycles, dear,\\nAs bumpety bump they go.\\nAnd should you e*er enter that city, my dear,\\nBe sure that you always look down.\\nOr first thing you know in a rut you will go,\\nAnd find yourself flat on the ground.\\nOr if tis not you that is flat on the ground,\\nYour bicycle ruined will be\\nThere are tacks, broken beer-bottles strewn all\\naround,\\nAnd your tire will be punctured, you see.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "91\\nFort Wayne is the city of tags, my dear,\\nAs every taxpayer knows;\\nTags on their horses, their wheels, and their\\ndogs,\\nAnd tags from their heads to their toes.\\nWhen its people go into the country, my dear,\\nTo enjoy its cool breezes and shade,\\nThey are bangled and spangled with tags, my\\ndear.\\nTill they look like a circus parade.\\nIt is there, my child, it is there.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92\\nTO THE OLD TOWN CLOCK.\\nOh, servant faithful, tried, and true,\\nThrough sunshine, storm, and shower,\\nThy face for nearly forty years\\nHas graced the court-house tower;\\nThy hands have never idle hung.\\nThy face was always cheery,\\nThy ever-swinging pendulum\\nSeemed never, never weary.\\nWhen we were late to work or school.\\nHow gently didst thou chide us.\\nTelling in soft and muffled chimes\\nHow swiftly time glides by us.\\nOh, how the workman loved thy voice,\\nWhen thou, at set of sun,\\nProclaimed in softest, sweetest chimes,\\nThat his day s work was done.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "93\\nBut to us all it lost its charm,\\nAnd sounded cross and surly,\\nWhen wakened by its loud alarm\\nIn morning, oh, so early!\\nThe maple trees that spread their boughs\\nO er the court-house yard below,\\nEach year yield up their foliage\\nTo winter s frost and snow.\\nThe birds that nest and sing among\\nTheir boughs in summer time.\\nWhen winter winds begin to blow,\\nAll seek a sunny clime.\\nBut thou, oh, tried and faithful one,\\nWert always just the same.\\nKeeping the time with merry chime\\nThrough sunshine, snow, and rain.\\nFor forty years thou st kept the time,\\nWhile in the court below\\nStood he who perpetrated crime.\\nWaiting his doom to know;", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94\\nAnd when a murderer was tried,\\nWho, for a little pay,\\nDid take the life of a trusting friend,\\nIn a hut not far away,\\nOne, two, three, we heard thee say, i\\nIn measured tones and slow,\\nAs forth, to be tried in heav nly courts,\\nHis blood-stained soul did go.\\nOh, cruel was thy fate, old clock!\\nFor many days ago\\nThy old familiar face was crushed\\nBy workmen s sturdy blow.\\nThey say they ll build a new court-house,\\nAnd that they will replace\\nBy timepiece handsome, bright and new\\nThy old storm-beaten face.\\nThen thou, oh, servant tried and true,\\nThrough storm, sunshine, and show r.\\nThe music of thy mellow chimes\\nWe ll hear again no more.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "95\\nAFTERWHILE, SOMEWHERE.\\nSome day the misty shadow\\nThat covers your heaven of blue,\\nWill melted be, and you will see\\nThe rainbow gleaming through.\\nThe tears you ve shed in silence\\nFor love that was wasted here\\nBe still, O soul! They ll find their goal,\\nAfterwhile, somewhere.\\nThough deeds of tend rest kindness\\nOft bitter reproaches bring.\\nAs the drowning bee that you d set free\\nRepays you with a sting.\\nThe pain you bear in silence,\\nFor confidence wasted here\\nWill blossoms yield in a sun-kissed field,\\nAfterwhile, somewhere.", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "96\\nThough years of honest labor\\nSuccess has never crowned,\\nNo fruit they brought, though noblj\\nwrought,\\nDire Fate has always frowned.\\nThe seed youVe sown with patience,\\nThe labor you ve wasted here.\\nAgain will bloom in the harvest-home,\\nAfterwhile, somewhere.", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3550", "width": "2457", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3597", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 939 369 S,", "height": "3649", "width": "2447", "jp2-path": "snowflakes00karn_0104.jp2"}}