{"1": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ABOOKOF VERSES\\nWXON -WATERMAN", "height": "2698", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. J:. ^.\u00e2\u0080\u009e.T;opy right No.\\nShelf.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "X", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A BOOK OF VERSES", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ABO OK OF\\nVERSES\\nNIXON WATERMAN\\nFORBES 6 COMPANY\\nBOSTON (t CHICAGO\\n-Mrt r c r r", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Ip^^-^b^b Copyright, 1900, by\\nNixon Waterman\\n,-\\\\rs/a COPIES FtECElVEO,\\nLJt^rairy of Coisgrt\u00c2\u00ab%\\nOfHie of tli8\\neiegUtar of Cop^rfsfaf%\\n...l -iLtioO\\nTITLEPAGE AND COVER DE-\\nSIGN BY HOWARD BOWEN", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nA Bachelor s Reverie 56\\nA Day- Dream 195\\nA Dream at the Desk 79\\nA Fo cas le Ballad 114\\nA Happy Family 198\\nA Love Song 68\\nA Middle-Aged Love Story 48\\nA Mining-Camp Incident c 158\\nAn Autumnal Reverie 169\\nAn Idol of Clay 58\\nAn Old-Fashioned Picture 108\\nAn Old Man s Love ro3\\nAn Open Letter to the Pessimist 120\\nA Robin s Song at Daybreak 36\\nA Rose to the Living 9\\nA Thrush s Song 96\\nAunt Lucinda s Cookies 173\\nA Walk through the Woods 37\\nA Winter Reverie 87\\nBitter-Sweet 71\\nBroken Dolls 226\\niii", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nCould We but ICnow 74\\nDeacon Skinner s Idee 146\\nDon t! 212\\nEasyville 144\\nEnvironment 52\\nFar from the Madding Crowd 66\\nField Flowers 65\\nFollowing the Band 178\\nFor her Dear Sake 27\\nFriends 93\\nGod only Knows 94\\nGraduation-Day Essay 128\\nGrandfather s Reverie 141\\nHank Haines s Philosophy 156\\nHer and Me 98\\nHouse and Home 113\\nHow be Ye, Jim? 133\\nI Got to Go to School 221\\nIn the Firelight loi\\nI Wish and I Will 201\\nJune 49\\nJust Common Folks 20\\nLife s Springtime 77\\nLife s Ways 18\\nLinden Street 25\\nLove and Reason 24\\nMe an Liza Jane 166\\niv", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nMemories 45\\nMother s Apron-Strings 184\\nMy Castle in Spain 38\\nMy Castle of Gold 13\\nMy Lady s Heart 44\\nMy Old Hobby-Horse 205\\nMy Uncle Charley 215\\nNature s Promise 100\\nNow and Waitawhile 192\\nOnce in a While 11\\nOur Dark-Day Friends no\\nPeace on Earth 64\\nRecompense in\\nRegarding Santa Claus 218\\nSerenade 76\\nSince Papa does n t Drink 210\\nTake it Easy 164\\nThanksgiving 10\\nThat Little Back Room, Top Floor 69\\nThe Angelic Husband 123\\nThe Battle along the Shore 29\\nThe Child and the Butterfly 214\\nThe Children of Earth 81\\nThe Dream-Song 15\\nThe Empire Ship 42\\nThe Every-Day Poet 135\\nThe Garden of Genius 85\\nV", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nThe Girl who Loved Him SO 125\\nThe Golden Age 177\\nThe Joy-Bringer 207\\nThe Jumpin -off Place 162\\nThe Land of Dreams 83\\nThe Life School 200\\nThe Man in the Cab 116\\nThe Moonbeam s Message 91\\nThe Mother s Dream 180\\nThe Old Bell- Cow i75\\nThe Old, Old Story 54\\nThe Old Wife 34\\nThe Perfect Day 112\\nThe Playhouse 50\\nThe Prairie-Fire 31\\nThe Procrastinationist 154\\nThe Red Rose 106\\nThe Rose and the Lily 17\\nThe Second Table 223\\nThe Secret of Success 190\\nThe Song the Kettle Sings 59\\nThe Unwritten Letter 186\\nThe Village Genius 130\\nThe Way to Sleepytown 203\\nThe Whistling Boy 18S\\nThe Wine of Life 23\\nThe World s Victors 182\\nvi", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nThe Worshippers 132\\nThe Year s DeHghts 47\\nTo the End 75\\nToward Sunset 72\\nUncle Nathan s Notion 148\\nWhen Grandma Shuts her Eyes 62\\nWhen Shakespeare Wrote 122\\nWhen She was Near 40\\nWhen the Summer Boarders Come 150\\nWhen the Train Comes in 137\\nWhen to be Happy 118\\nWhich Road? 22\\nWhither? 171\\nYellow Butterflies 89\\nvii", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A BOOK OF VERSES\\nA ROSE TO THE LIVING\\nA ROSE to the living is more\\nThan sumptuous wreaths to the dead\\nIn filling love s infinite store,\\nA rose to the living is more,\\nIf graciously given before\\nThe hungering spirit is fled,\\nA rose to the living is more\\nThan sumptuous wreaths to the dead.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "THANKSGIVING\\nT T 7ERE there no God, I still would thank The\\nSource, though all unknown,\\nWherein are born the joys of men, the gifts I call\\nmy own.\\nThe heart impels the tongue to speak since to\\nmy lot belong\\nA woman s love, a sheaf of grain, a lily and a\\nsong.\\nThe savage beast, the poison vine, the evil of the\\nearth,\\nI know not if the good and bad were only one at\\nbirth\\nBut all the world seems gracious when I set\\nagainst the wrong\\nA woman s love, a sheaf of grain, a lily and a\\nsong.\\nlO", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "ONCE IN A WHILE\\n|NCE in a while the sun shines out,\\nAnd the arching skies are a perfect blue\\nOnce in a while mid clouds of doubt\\nHope s brightest stars come peeping through.\\nOur paths lead down by the meadows fair,\\nWhere the sweetest blossoms nod and smile.\\nAnd we lay aside our cross of care\\nOnce in a while.\\nOnce in a while within our own\\nWe clasp the hand of a steadfast friend\\nOnce in a while we hear a tone\\nOf love with the heart s own voice to blend;\\nAnd the dearest of all our dreams come true,\\nAnd on life s way is a golden mile\\nEach thirsting flower is kissed with dew\\nOnce in a while.\\nOnce in a while in the desert sand\\nWe find a spot of the fairest green\\nOnce in a while from where we stand\\nThe hills of Paradise are seen\\nII", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Once in a While\\nAnd a perfect joy in our hearts we hold,\\nA joy that the world cannot defile\\nWe trade earth s dross for the purest gold\\nOnce in a while.\\n12", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "*5R\\nMY CASTLE OF GOLD\\nIF the fairies should build me a castle of gold\\nAnd wreathe it with flower and vine,\\nAnd set it with jewels of value untold,\\nAnd fill it with music and wine\\nT would still be a sorrowful prison of gloom.\\nMy spirit would long to be free, j\\nAnd Love would lie weeping his grief in the\\ntomb,\\nWere you ne er to share it with me. Y\\nShould the Fates, in the sorriest hut, say I must\\nForever abide, to their law\\nI would happily bow; I would live on a crust,\\nI would lie on a pallet of straw,\\nI would crown me with thorns, I would fervently\\npray\\nMy joy-time might never be o er,\\nIf you, O my love could pass by every day\\nAnd, smiling, look in at the door.\\n13", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "My Castle of Gold\\nFor you are my marvelous castle of gold,\\nAnd you are my flower and vine,\\nAnd you are my jewels of value untold,\\nAnd you are my music and wine.\\nAlone, and a famine stalks close at my side.\\nThe joys of the living have ceased\\nWith you, and the world is as fair as a bride.\\nAnd filled with a fount and a feast.\\n14", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE DREAM-SONG\\nH, the drip, drip, drip of the rain, the rain,\\nThe drip, drip, drip of the rain\\nThe sweet, sad song the whole night long\\nIs sung in my drowsy brain.\\nIn a dream I rest in the old home nest,\\nAnd my mother comes again\\nAs came she oft with a step as soft\\nAs the drip, drip, drip of the rain.\\nThe rain.\\nThe drip, drip, drip of the rain.\\nOh, the drip, drip, drip of the rain, the rain,\\nThe drip, drip, drip of the rain\\nAs it weaves the woof of the song on the roof\\nWith the warp of the sound at the pane.\\nAnd my dream-ship sails with the happy gales\\nThat ripple the broad, blue main.\\nWhile the waves, soft-tossed, in my dreams are lost\\nMid the drip, drip, drip of the rain,\\nThe rain.\\nThe drip, drip, drip of the rain.\\nIS", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "The Dream-Song\\nOh, the drip, drip, drip of the rain, the rain,\\nThe drip, drip, drip of the rain\\nLike the drowsy croon of bees in June\\nIs the song and the soft refrain.\\nAnd I drift away through a golden bay\\nBy the shores of my castled Spain,\\nWhile my soul grows young in the dream-song sung\\nMid the drip, drip, drip of the rain,\\nThe rain,\\nThe drip, drip, drip of the rain.\\ni6", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE ROSE AND THE LILY\\nA RED rose in the garden sighed\\nTo be the south wind s happy bride,\\nAnd when the rover wooing came\\nHer heart with love was all aflame.\\nWith honeyed word and soft caress\\nHe won his bride of loveliness,\\nAnd all her leaves so warm and fair\\nHe scattered, ah I know not where.\\nA stately lily, standing near,\\nFrom every wooer turned her ear\\nWith dignity that nearly froze.\\nAs though to chide the foolish rose.\\nNor came there lover with the art\\nTo charm her cold, unfeeling heart;\\nShe glanced disdainfully at them\\nUntil she withered on her stem.\\nOh, mingled joys that blight and bless\\nWhich knew the truer happiness,\\nThe lily pure with heart of frost.\\nOr warm, red rose that loved and lost?\\n17", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "LIFE S WAYS\\nTHE ways are long I walk alone,\\nThe fields are dull and dreary\\nThe paths are set with thorn and stone,\\nMy heart is worn and weary.\\nBut skies are all a tender blue,\\nAnd filled with sunny weather,\\nWhen in the paths of joy we two\\nWalk, hand in hand, together.\\nI hear the happy thrushes tune\\nTheir song in bush and bower;\\nI hear the bees their story croon\\nFrom honeyed flower to flower.\\nThe music stirs me with distress,\\nI cannot kindly bear it.\\nFor, oh, there is no joy unless\\nYour heart with mine may share it.\\nOh, come with me and glad the way\\nWith eyes of beauty smiling\\nDecember seems as glad as May\\nIn your divine beguiling.\\ni8", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Life s Ways\\nFor, though we stray through gardens fair,\\nOr weary wastes of heather,\\nThe paths are good and golden where\\nWe two may walk together.\\n19", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "JUST COMMON FOLKS\\nA HUNDRED humble songsters trill\\nThe notes that to their lays belong,\\nWhere just one nightingale might fill\\nThe place with its transcendent song.\\nFame comes to men, and with its smile\\nSome favored soul with greatness cloaks.\\nAnd leaves a thousand else the while\\nTo be for aye just common folks.\\nIf only sweetest bells were rung,\\nHow we should miss the minor chimes\\nIf only grandest poets sung,\\nThere d be no simple, little rhymes.\\nThe modest, clinging vines add grace\\nTo all the forest s giant oaks,\\nAnd mid earth s mighty is a place\\nTo people with just common folks.\\nNot they the warriors who shall win\\nUpon the battlefield a name\\nTo sound above the awful din\\nNot theirs the painter s deathless fame\\n20", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Just Common Folks\\nNor theirs the poet s muse that brings\\nThe rhythmic gift his soul invokes\\nTheirs but to do the simple things\\nThat duty gives just common folks.\\nThey are the multitudes of earth\\nAnd mingle ever with the crowd,\\nElbowing those of equal birth,\\nWhere none because of caste is proud.\\nBound by a strange, capricious fate,\\nThat ofttimes its decree revokes,\\nBetween the lowly and the great\\nAre millions of just common folks.\\nFate has not lifted them above\\nThe level of the human plane\\nThey share with men a fellow-love,\\nIn touch with pleasure and with pain.\\nOne great, far-reaching brotherhood,\\nWith common burdens, common yokes,\\nAnd common wrongs and common good\\nGod s army of just common folks.\\n21", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "WHICH ROAD?\\nTF you could go back to the forks of the road,\\nBack the long miles you have carried the load\\nBack to the place where you had to decide\\nBy this way or that through your life to abide\\nBack of the grieving and back of the care,\\nBack to the place where the future was fair,\\nIf you were this day that decision to make,\\nO brother in sorrow which road would you take\\nThen suppose that again to the forks you went\\nback,\\nAfter you d trodden the other long track\\nAfter you d found that its promises fair\\nWere all a delusion that led to a snare,\\nThat the road you first travelled with sighs and\\nunrest,\\nThough dreary and rough, was most graciously\\nblest,\\nWith balm for each bruise and a charm for each\\nache,\\nO brother in sorrow which road would you take", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE WINE OF LIFE\\nOU d call her plain-faced, did you pass\\nher by\\nIn an unthinking mood, nor hear her speak,\\nNor catch the soul-light burning in her eye.\\nIts flame close-hidden by her modest cheek.\\nBut love is everything. Who stops to think\\nUpon the pattern of the flagon when\\nHe knows t is filled with the divinest drink\\nThe gods have profl ered to the lips of men\\n23", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "LOVE AND REASON\\nI HE lily s lips are pure and v/hite without a\\ntouch of fire\\nThe rose s heart is warm and red and sweetened\\nwith desire.\\nIn earth s broad fields of deathless bloom the\\ngladdest lives are those\\nWhose thoughts are as the lily and whose love is\\nlike the rose.\\n24", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "LINDEN STREET\\nQNUG Linden Street is good and fair,\\nWith modest homes all in a row,\\nAnd many a little garden where\\nThe quaint, old-fashioned roses grow.\\nAnd when at eve the happy birds\\nNest where the whisp ring tree-tops meet.\\nFond lovers, with their honeyed words,\\nWalk, hand in hand, through Linden Street.\\nIt is not grand, it is not wide,\\nThis little street I love so well,\\nYet in its quiet grace abide\\nThe joys my tongue can never tell.\\nWhen from its happy scenes I stray\\nAnd lose the charm so strange and sweet.\\nMy dreams by night, my thoughts by day\\nIn rapture turn to Linden Street.\\nHow often, when a child, I felt\\nThis dear, old earth must seem forlorn\\nTo sorry hearts that never dwelt\\nWithin the street where I was born\\n25", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Linden Street\\nAnd even now I dare to think\\nThe charm of life is more complete\\nTo those whose favored eyes may drink\\nThe joy that dwells in Linden Street.\\nYet Grief has sprinkled with her tears\\nThis street where happy children play,\\nAnd sun and shadow, through the years,\\nHave blended as they blend to-day.\\nBut mid the ever-changing scene,\\nOf lagging cares and pleasures fleet,\\nThrough Winter s gray and Summer s green\\nHas shone the grace of Linden Street.\\nI look upon the map and see\\nThe far-spread lands that make the earth.\\nYet all are but a map to me\\nBeyond the land that gave me birth.\\nAnd here I seek my sacred shrine,\\nLove s blissful world with joys replete.\\nThat God has given me and mine,\\nOur little home in Linden Street.\\n26", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "FOR HER DEAR SAKE\\nT70R her dear sake I d have her skies\\nAs bright as are her own bright eyes,\\nAnd all her day-dreams warm and fair\\nAs is the sunshine in her hair.\\nThe Fates to her should be as kind\\nAs are the thoughts in her pure mind\\nAnd every bird I d have awake\\nIts gladdest song for her dear sake.\\nFor her dear sake I d have each dart\\nGrief fashions for her tender heart\\nAimed at my own thrice happy breast,\\nThat hers might have unbroken rest.\\nShe feel life s sunshine, I its rain\\nShe steal my pleasure, I her pain\\nHer path of roses I would make.\\nAnd mine of thorns, for her dear sake.\\nIf she should fall asleep and lie\\nSo still, so very still, that I\\nWould know her soul had slipped away\\nFrom her divinely moulded clay,\\n27", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "For her Dear Sake\\nThen, looking in her fair, white face,\\nI d pray to God In thy good grace,\\nO Father let me sleep, nor wake\\nAgain on earth, for her dear sake.\\n28", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE ALONG THE SHORE\\n^nr^HE Seven Seas are leagued as one\\nIn war against the Earth\\nThey are joined in awful strife begun\\nWhen the great God gave them birth.\\nBy day and night they force the fight\\nAnd curse in a sullen roar,\\nAs with clenched hands they beat the sands\\nla the battle along the shore.\\nBut ever the Earth hurls back their shock\\nFrom thick-walled forts he rears\\nOn cape and headland, hewn of rock,\\nTo stand ten thousand years.\\nThe mad waves sweep and lash and leap,\\nAnd pound at gate and door.\\nBut the old Earth laughs, as their foam he\\nquaffs,\\nIn the battle along the shore.\\n29", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "The Battle along the Shore\\nThe wars of men shall come and go,\\nAnd the maps shall all be changed\\nThe passing things that mortals know\\nShall all be disarranged.\\nBut till the last long day is passed\\nAnd time shall be no more,\\nThe Earth and Sea at war shall be\\nIn the battle along the shore.\\n30", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE PRAIRIE-FIRE\\nT7 AKE, good Muse My pen inspire,\\nLet me sketch the prairie-fire\\nLet me draw it as I saw it in the olden, golden\\ndays,\\nIn the Indian summer weather,\\nWhen, with wind and sun together.\\nGrew the grasses ripe and ready for the coming\\nof the blaze.\\nLike a vast Sahara sombered,\\nFrost-browned stretched the miles unnum-\\nbered,\\nWaving wastes that dipped and dappled to the\\nwide world s distant rim\\nAnd my father s cabin nesting\\nIn the vasty reach seemed resting\\nLike a shrine of shade and shelter for the joy of\\nhis and him.\\n31", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "The Prairie-Fire\\nShone the sun a drowsy dullard,\\nBronzed his brows or copper-colored,\\nAll his brightness shrouded, clouded, all his\\nglances toned and tame;\\nWhile in silken shreds came sifting\\nAshen ghosts of grasses drifting\\nOn the breath of breezes stealing from the far-off\\nfeasts of flame.\\nOn the sky-line, wide, upwelling,\\nGraver grew the smoke-wreaths, swelling\\nTill the heavens, dimmed and darkened, met and\\nmingled with the night.\\nWhen, upon the gale, swift-sweeping.\\nFierce-flung fronts of flame came leaping,\\nTossing skyward all their torches till the clouds\\nburned brassy bright.\\nTwixt its fire-guards, many-furrowed,\\nSafe our little cabin burrowed\\nMeek and mute defiance bidding to the foes that\\nwould destroy:\\nOh, that roar like distant thunder!\\nOh, that night of weirdest wonder!\\nOh, that picture plainly pencilled in the brain-\\nbook of a boy\\n32", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "The Prairie-Fire\\nCame the morning sun, upspringing,\\nAll his golden gleams far flinging\\nBut the fenceless fields of prairie held the ebon\\nhue of night,\\nTill, in dreams of shine and shower,\\nVelvet plain and spring s fair flower,\\nLay they wrapped in softest slumber under win-\\nter s robe of white.\\n33", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE OLD WIFE\\n1% /TAKE the old wife young again,\\nTwine the roses in her hair\\nTell her, as you told her then,\\nYou are wonderfully fair\\nLook into her eyes and say,\\nSmile and say it through your tears,\\nYou are dearer every day.\\nNearer, dearer with the years\\nHold her hand in kindly grasp,\\nOnce you pressed it to your lips,\\nWhile its tender, velvet clasp\\nThrilled you to your finger-tips.\\nKiss her faded cheek and brow\\nWith a love so warm and true\\nThey shall glow with crimson, now,\\nBlushing as they used to do.\\nTo the sunset of your lives,\\nLead, oh, lead her gently on.\\nLove until the end survives\\nWith the freshness of the dawn.\\n34", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "The Old Wife\\nDrift amid its golden gleams\\nOut across the sunlit seas,\\nOn a pillow made of dreams,\\nAnd a couch of memories.\\n35", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "A ROBIN S SONG AT DAYBREAK\\nT T ALF-WAY between the dark and dawn,\\nEre day had come or night had gone\\nSomewhere between the bliss of dreams and\\ndread of waking wearily,\\nStill half unconscious that I heard.\\nThere came the far, faint voice of bird,\\nThe welcome daybreak greeting of a robin\\nsinging cheerily.\\nThe song seemed like a ribbon slight\\nDrawn tween the realms of day and night,\\nAnd as I listened to the notes my heart went\\nbeating merrily;\\nWould that the world on waking from\\nIts dreams to toil might ever come,\\nJoyed by the daybreak welcome of a robin\\nsinging cheerily.\\n36", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "A WALK THROUGH THE WOODS\\nA WALK through the woods in September\\nIs bliss I can never define\\nThe red leaves that glow like an ember\\nMake gorgeous the tree and the vine.\\nWith earth and the sky for my teacher\\nI worship with sun and with sod,\\nForgetting the priest and the preacher,\\nFor now I am walking with God.\\nThe hills are as hymns of high pleasure,\\nThe valleys as rosaried rhyme,\\nAnd, set to the loftiest measure,\\nThe forest an anthem sublime.\\nNo more on man s teaching dependent.\\nFrom cant and from creed I am free;\\nAnd Beauty and Truth are transcendent,\\nFor God is now walking with me.\\n37", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "MY CASTLE IN SPAIN\\nyr Y castle in Spain is a place of delight,\\nJ- \u00e2\u0096\u00bcJ- Where I joyfully wander at morning and\\nnight\\nOf all life s high pleasure the happiest hours\\nAre those I devote to its fountains and flowers.\\nWhenever my mind in a reverie swings,\\nHope bears me away on her jubilant wings,\\nTo leave me, forgetful of care and of pain,\\nA fortunate prince at my castle in Spain.\\nMy castle in Spain, oh, its caskets of gold,\\nOf rubies and pearls, are a joy to behold\\nAnd riches for which I must ever despair\\nIn this workaday world, are awaiting me there.\\nFond favors of fortune, that brighten and bless.\\nDrop down in my hands with the softest caress,\\nAnd I wish, with a sigh, I might ever remain\\nAt my marvelous, far-away castle in Spain.\\n38", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "My Castle in Spain\\nMy castle in Spain is as light as the air,\\nFor its walls are a dream and its roof is a prayer;\\nIts courts and its halls of such wonderful scope\\nI have gorgeously gemmed with the treasures of\\nhope.\\nIts domes and its tapering spires are wrought\\nOf the mystical beauty that hides in a thought;\\nAnd to view them sweet fancy steals into my\\nbrain,\\nWhere it sees, through a vision, my castle in\\nSpain.\\n39", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "WHEN SHE WAS NEAR\\nT\\\\ /fY mother s heart was honey,\\nAnd her kiss was sweetest balm,\\nAnd, though the world was full of storm,\\nHer lap was full of calm.\\nHer arms and breast were filled with rest,\\nHer smile was full of joy.\\nAnd life was dear when she was near\\nAnd I a little boy.\\nThe world is full of golden gifts,\\nAnd yet my spirit sighs\\nBetween the gracious long agoes\\nAnd happy by and byes.\\nI am aweary of the cares\\nThat fill the lives of men\\nI would I were a little child\\nWithin those arms again.\\nFor my mother s heart was honey.\\nAnd her kiss was sweetest balm,\\nAnd, though the world was full of storm,\\nHer lap was full of calm.\\n40", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "When She was Near\\nHer arms and breast were filled with rest,\\nHer smile was full of joy,\\nAnd life was dear when she was near\\nAnd I a little boy.\\n41", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE EMPIRE SHIP\\nT HAVE sung my songs to the stately ships\\nthat are saiHng the Seven Seas,\\nBut to-day I sing of a cruder craft that laughed\\nat the lulling breeze,\\nOf the Prairie Schooner, quaint and slow, with\\nits dim and dusky sails,\\nA phantom ship from the long-ago, adrift in\\nthe grass-grown trails.\\nWestward, ho Westward, ho\\nOut where the winds are sweet and low\\nAnd the grassy cradles swing and sway.\\nThe star of empire takes its way,\\nWestward, ho\\nEre the bellowing steed of steel and steam had\\nstartled the timid deer,\\nWhen the curlew whistled its plaintive call to the\\ngray grouse nesting near,\\n42", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "The Empire Ship\\nThrough the fair, fresh prairies, hushed and hid,\\nwhere the wild wolf made her den.\\nThere came this land-launched schooner manned\\nby bronzed and brawny men.\\nWestward, ho Westward, ho\\nOut where the bold, brisk breezes blow.\\nAnd a young world walks in the fields of\\nMay,\\nThe star of empire takes its way,\\nWestward, ho\\nAnd in that marvelous ship that sailed to the\\nshores of the wondrous West,\\nWas a mother who carolled a song of joy to the\\nbabe at her happy breast;\\nAnd stowed away in the good ship s hold were\\na book and plough and pen.\\nAnd a sickle and seeds yea all God needs\\nfor the making of matchless men.\\nWestward, ho Westward, ho\\nOut where the golden harvests glow\\nAnd the builders are building day by day,\\nThe star of empire takes its way.\\nWestward, ho\\n43", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "MY LADY S HEART\\nTT HEALTH, with his golden keys a score,\\nAnd all his gilded art,\\nTried vainly to unlock the door\\nThat held My Lady s heart.\\nLove came and through the keyhole sighed,\\nI ve neither bonds nor stocks,\\nWhen, lo My Lady rose, a bride,\\nAnd pushed back all the locks.\\n44", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "I\\nMEMORIES\\nF you Ve ever been a rover\\nThrough the fields of fragrant clover,\\nWhere life is all a simple round of bliss,\\nWhen at eve the sun is sinking\\nOr the stars are faintly blinking,\\nYou can call to mind a picture such as this\\nHark the cows are homeward roaming\\nThrough the pasture s dewy gloaming,\\nI can hear them gently lowing through the dells,\\nWhile from out the bosky dingle\\nCome the softly tangled jingle\\nAnd the oft-repeated echo of the bells.\\nStrange how Memory will fling her\\nArms about some scenes we bring her,\\nAnd the fleeting years but make them fonder\\ngrow\\nThough I wander far and sadly\\nFrom that dear old home, how gladly\\nI recall the cherished scenes of long ago.\\n45", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Memories\\nHark the cows are homeward roaming\\nThrough the pasture s dewy gloaming,\\nI can hear them gently lowing through the dells,\\nWhile from out the bosky dingle\\nCome the softly tangled jingle\\nAnd the oft-repeated echo of the bells.\\n46", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE YEAR S DELIGHTS\\nI X T HEN the days are chill and the winds are\\nshrill\\nAnd the snow-wreaths crown the earth,\\nThen the kind fates lend a book and a friend\\nAnd a seat by the glowing hearth.\\nAnd the hoarse, deep shout of the storm without,\\nAnd the Frost s breath keen and thin,\\nAdd cheer and grace to the firelit face\\nOf the friend and the book within.\\nWhen the wild-bird calls, then away with walls\\nFor the fields and the open sky\\nFor the land and sea are a home for me.\\nAnd the big world, broad and high.\\nThen I find my books in the running brooks.\\nAnd my friends by the wave-washed shores,\\nWhere we glean and grow in the glint and glow\\nOf the boundless out-of-doors.\\n47", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "A MIDDLE-AGED LOVE STORY\\n1 T riTH every tick of the clock, my dear,\\nThe days go singing by.\\nAnd the skies are blue and our hearts are true,\\nAnd there s love in your laughing eye.\\nAnd neveir you care if the silver hair\\nSteals into each golden lock.\\nFor your heart must know you dearer grow\\nWith every tick of the clock.\\nWith every tick of the clock, my dear.\\nWe drift from the shores of youth.\\nAnd we swifter glide on the broader tide\\nOf the grander sea of truth.\\nThe flight of time but smoothes to rhyme\\nLife s every grief and shock.\\nAnd we nearer grow in love s glad glow\\nWith every tick of the clock.\\n48", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "JUNE\\nTUNE, and the skies brimming over\\nWith seas of the tenderest blue\\nJune, and the bloom of the clover,\\nHeavy with honey and dew\\nJune, and the reeds and the rushes,\\nSlender and lithesome and long\\nJune, and the larks and the thrushes\\nSinging their happiest song.\\nJune, and the rose in her beauty\\nMaking an Eden again\\nJune, and desire is duty\\nCrowning the wishes of men\\nJune, in her leaves and her laces\\nGladding the earth with a smile\\nJune, and the gods and the Graces\\nDwelling with mortals awhile.\\n49", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYHOUSE\\nT was n t a house at all, you see,\\nBut only a big, flat stone\\nYet they called it a house, did the sisters three,\\nAs they tarried there and sipped their tea\\nAnd each was as glad as a queen might be,\\nA queen on a golden throne.\\nAnd one was like a lily rare,\\nAnd one was like a rose;\\nAnd one had stolen a happy share\\nOf blended grace from her sisters fair;\\nAnd all were lovely beyond compare,\\nMy queens of the long agoes.\\nThe house was close by the garden gate,\\nAnd under the apple-trees,\\nIn whose broad branches, early and late,\\nThe robin sang to his joyous mate\\nAs a lithe limb, feeling his happy weight,\\nSwung low in the summer breeze.\\n50", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "The Playhouse\\nAnd many a golden afternoon\\nThe sisters chatted there,\\nWith hearts as glad as the skies of June,\\nWith hearts as soft as a mother s croon.\\nWith hearts that withered and all too soon\\nWith a grief they could not bear.\\nI wandered far in the paths of men,\\nI lingered long and late\\nTo win the golden prize, and then\\nI set my heart for the home again,\\nBut the world seemed changed and cheerless when\\nI stood by that garden gate.\\nIn woe I sat me down to weep,\\nFor my heart was sad and lone,\\nAnd my gold seemed all so poor and cheap,\\nThere was little left I cared to keep.\\nAnd I wished I were wrapped in a dreamless sleep\\nAnd under that big, flat stone.\\n51", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "ENVIRONMENT\\nQHINE or shadow, flame or frost,\\nZephyr-kissed or tempest-tossed.\\nNight or day, or dusk or dawn,\\nWe are strangely lived upon.\\nMystic builders in the brain\\nMirth and sorrow, joy and pain.\\nGrief and gladness, gloom and light\\nBuild, oh, build my heart aright\\nO ye friends, with pleasant smiles.\\nHelp me build my precious whiles\\nBring me blocks of gold to make\\nStrength that wrong shall never shake.\\nDay by day I gather from\\nAll you give me. I become\\nYet a part of all I meet\\nIn the fields and in the street.\\n52", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Environment\\nBring me songs of hope and youth,\\nBring me bands of steel and truth\\nBring me love wherein to find\\nCharity for all mankind.\\nPlace within my hands the tools\\nAnd the Master Builder s rules,\\nThat the walls we fashion may\\nStand forever and a day.\\nHelp me build a palace where\\nAll is wonderfully fair\\nBuilt of truth, the while, above,\\nShines the pinnacle of love.\\nS3", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE OLD, OLD STORY\\nIT THERE the fields are strewn with the wealth\\nof June\\nAnd the sunshine glads the day,\\nWhere the boys and girls in the swaths and swirls\\nAre raking the new-mown hay.\\nThere are tender sighs, there are melting eyes\\nAnd a thrill at the touch of hands,\\nFor doves will coo and youth will woo\\nAs lonsr as the old earth stands.\\nWhere the loom s dull song the whole day long\\nThrough the factory ward is whirred.\\nWhose slaves ne er see fields glad and free.\\nNor list to the voice of bird.\\nThere are tender sighs, there are melting eyes\\nAnd a thrill at the touch of hands,\\nFor doves will coo and youth will woo\\nAs long as the old earth stands.\\n54", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "The Old, Old Story\\nAnd slave or free, on land or sea,\\nIt counts not where nor when;\\nAnd weal or woe, this truth we know,\\nWhere er there are maids and men,\\nThere are tender sighs, there are melting eyes\\nAnd a thrill at the touch of hands,\\nFor doves will coo and youth will woo\\nAs long as the old earth stands.\\nS5", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "A BACHELOR S REVERIE\\n/^H, a home is a terrible handicap\\nTo a soul that would fain be free\\nIt has captured many a prisoned chap,\\nBut it never shall shackle me.\\nInstead of the cares I would have to face,\\nIn the same old rounds each day,\\nOh, give me a room in a lodging-place\\nAnd a lunch at a chance caf(6.\\nI never need hurry to catch my car,\\nFor I have n t a place to go,\\nAnd early or late no meal I mar.\\nFor I m dining alone, you know.\\nThe hands of the clock I never chase.\\nFor I drift in an easy way,\\nSince I sleep in a transient lodging-place\\nAnd lunch at a chance caf6.\\nA brother of mine I loved him well\\nWent wrong in his early years,\\nFor he married and found him a place to dwell,\\n(Oh, the thought of it brings me tears\\n56", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "A Bachelor s Reverie\\nAnd there he has lived what a pitiful case\\nAnd there he will, likely, stay,\\nWhile I still sleep in a lodging-place\\nAnd lunch at a chance caf6.\\nI sometimes think of his wife and child\\nAnd the vine at his cottage door.\\nWhile I dream of the perfect lips that smiled\\nBut they smile for me no more.\\nAnd I muse, If the saint with the angel face\\nHad answered me yes that day.\\nWould I sleep in a transient lodging-place\\nOr lunch at a chance cafe?\\n57", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "AN IDOL OF CLAY\\nf T HAT did she give for her wedding-ring?\\nAll that a woman may\\nWhat did the gifts to the giver bring?\\nOnly an idol of clay.\\nAll the sweet dreams of her girlhood years,\\nAll that a heart could hold\\nAll of her hopes and all of her fears,\\nAll of her smiles and all of her tears.\\nFor one little circle of gold.\\nTold she the world of the bitter cheat?\\nAh, no With a smiling face\\nShe clothed her idol from head to feet\\nWith the garments of her grace.\\nAnd no one knew of the tears she wept;\\nHer griefs they were never guessed,\\nFor hid in her heart of hearts she kept\\nHer thorns of woe. And so she slept\\nWith her hands across her breast.\\n58", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE SONG THE KETTLE SINGS\\nQWEET are the songs by lovers sung\\nAs they the old, old story tell,\\nAnd sweet the croon of bees among\\nThe clover-blooms and asphodel\\nAnd glad the notes the skylarks trill\\nAt dawn upon their buoyant wings\\nBut dearer, softer, better still\\nThe low, sweet song the kettle sings.\\nHow strangely come to us again\\nThe pleasant scenes of other days,\\nThe happy, golden moments when\\nWe went our simple, childish ways\\nWhen all life s journey lay before\\nAnd gaily beckoned us with smiles,\\nEre we had left our father s door\\nTo go the many, weary miles.\\nThere by the broad, deep fireplace sit\\nThe aged ones with silvered hair i\\nAcross each face the flashes flit.\\nAnd faded cheeks grow flushed and fair\\n59", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "The Song the Kettle Sings\\nAnd strangely mingle smile and tear\\nAs memory in fondness brings\\nThe old, old days, the while they hear\\nThe low, sweet song the kettle sings.\\nThe embers throw their ruddy gleam\\nOn childish figures glad and free\\nThat watch the changing glow and dream\\nOf wondrous things that are to be.\\nThe future one sweet chime of bells\\nOf golden bells, Hope ever rings\\nAnd through their music softly wells\\nThe low, sweet song the kettle sings.\\nOh, all the joys my heart has known,\\nAnd all the hopes of those to be\\nWithin the kettle s gentle tone\\nOn gracious wings are borne to me.\\nAnd gladness which my care beguiles\\nComes bubbling up from youthful springs\\nAnd whispers from the Peaceful Isles\\nAre in the song the kettle sings.\\nWould you become a youth again,\\nBack in that dear old home once more\\n60", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "The Song the Kettle Sings\\nTrade all the wisdom sorry men\\nMay have for childhood s happy lore\\nOh, would you feel the morning dew\\nOf rest upon life s tired wings?\\nThen dream with me and listen to\\nThe low, sweet song the kettle sings.\\n61", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "WHEN GRANDMA SHUTS HER EYES\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^T JITHIN the chimney-corner snug,\\nDear grandma gently rocks,\\nAnd knits her daughter s baby boy\\nA tiny pair of socks.\\nBut sometimes grandma shuts her eyes\\nAnd sings the softest lullabies.\\nAcross her face the happy smiles\\nAll play at hide and seek.\\nAnd kiss the faint and faded rose\\nThat lingers on her cheek,\\nWhile thoughts too sweet for words arise\\nWhen dear old grandma shuts her eyes.\\nYet, sometimes, pictures in her face\\nHave just a shade of pain,\\nAs golden April sunshine when\\nIt mingles with the rain\\nAnd then, perchance, she softly sighs.\\nDoes grandma, when she shuts her eyes.\\n62", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "When Grandma Shuts her Eyes\\nShe s growing younger every day,\\nShe s quite a child again\\nAnd those she knew in girlhood s years\\nShe speaks of now and then\\nAnd sweet old love-songs feebly tries,\\nDoes grandma, when she shuts her eyes.\\nI used to wonder why her eyes\\nShe closed, but not in sleep,\\nThe while the smiles would all about\\nHer wrinkled visage creep\\nBut I have guessed the truth at last:\\nShe shuts her eyes to view the past.\\n63", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "PEACE ON EARTH\\nSOLDIER! must you longer stay?\\nHave not the centuries sufficed\\nTo teach mankind the better way\\nHave you not heard of Christ?\\nForget the battle-cry instead\\nSing joyous songs of peace and trust.\\nLet swords that once with blood were red\\nGrow redder still with rust.\\nTurn from the eagles woo the dove,\\nFor it will glad the angels more\\nIf you will train a vine above\\nA lowly cottage door.\\nAnd give your bayonet so bright\\nIf you would serve the greatest good\\nTo make a pen wherewith to write\\nA song of brotherhood.\\n64", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "FIELD FLOWERS\\nI HE simple, little wayside rose\\nTo me is sweeter far,\\nAnd more begirt with grace, than those\\nFrom sheltered gardens are\\nAnd vagrant shreds of homeless song\\nMay keener pleasures hold\\nThan to the grander bards belong,\\nThough bound in silk and gold.\\n65", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD\\nTT seems to me I *d like to go\\nWhere bells don t ring nor whistles blow,\\nNor clocks don t strike nor gongs don t sound,\\nBut where there s stillness all around.\\nNot real still stillness just the trees\\nLow whisperings or the croon of bees\\nThe drowsy tinklings of the rill,\\nOr twilight song of whippoorwill.\\nT would be a joy could I behold\\nThe dappled fields of green and gold,\\nOr in the cool, sweet clover lie\\nAnd watch the cloud-ships drifting by.\\nI d like to find some quaint old boat,\\nAnd fold its oars, and with it float\\nAlong the lazy, limpid stream\\nWhere water-lilies drowse and dream.\\n66", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Far from the Madding Crowd\\nSometimes it seems to me I must\\nJust quit the city s din and dust,\\nFor fields of green and skies of blue\\nAnd, say how does it seem to you?\\n67", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "A LOVE SONG\\nTT s a dull, dark day when you *re away,\\nA bright one when you re near.\\nFor gladdest skies are in your eyes,\\nYour smile is shine and cheer.\\nYour face is like a garden fair\\nWhere radiant roses bloom\\nAnd all the flowers rich and rare\\nHave spilled their sweet perfume.\\nI know not if our dream most fond\\nThe last long sleep survives\\nI know not what may lie beyond\\nThe story of our lives\\nBut all the human joys that thrill\\nIn ecstasy divine\\nWould be but sorry grief until\\nI held your hand in mine.\\n68", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THAT LITTLE BACK ROOM, TOP\\nFLOOR\\n/^UR dream came true, and we own we\\ntwo\\nThe wonderful home we planned\\nIn the old, glad times of the sweetest rhymes,\\nWhen I sought your fair, white hand,\\nWhen my heart s request was to build a nest,\\nNext thing to heaven I swore\\nAnd it was, for, oh, Love dwelt, you know,\\nIn that little back room, top floor.\\nIt seemeth well we here should dwell,\\nAnd settle us down and sup.\\nAnd sing our lays to the good old days\\nWhen we could not settle up.\\nWith thanks came back my rhymes, alack\\nAnd our hearts were sometimes sore\\nWhen the landlord sent for his past due rent\\nOf that little back room, top floor.\\n69", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "That Little Back Room, Top Floor\\nLike a fleeting year it seems, my dear,\\nBut I know it was long ago,\\nFor your tresses rare are now more fair\\nThan they were at the time you know\\n(The months my brain in a wild, deep pain.\\nRefused to serve us more)\\nThey were sold to stay the wolf away\\nFrom that little back room, top floor.\\nThe gods have brought the gifts we sought,\\nFor we own our vine and roof;\\nBut my heart still strays to the strange, sweet\\ndays\\nWhen the Muses held aloof.\\nAnd my thought s fleet ship makes many a trip\\nTo a far-off golden shore.\\nWhile I steal the themes for all my dreams\\nFrom that little back room, top floor.\\n70", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "BITTER-SWEET\\nJUST a few tears sprinkled in with our laughter,\\nJust a few clouds in the blue of the sky;\\nShowers make brighter the shine that comes after,\\nSmiles are the sweeter that follow a sigh.\\nJust a few griefs in the midst of our gladness.\\nOnly for toil there could never be rest.\\nSongs we love most hold a shadow of sadness,\\nJoys that are touched with a sorrow are best.\\nJust a few graves in a land of the living,\\nJust a few moans in the midst of our mirth.\\nJust a few wrongs and the bliss of forgiving\\nBring the heart glimpses of heaven on earth.\\n71", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "TOWARD SUNSET\\nH, come, my love, and walk with me\\nThrough the orchard s leafy ways,\\nAnd hear the song of bird and bee\\nWe heard in other days.\\nWhen all the world was good and kind,\\nWhen hearts were warm and true.\\nAnd the narrowest path our feet could find\\nWas wide enough for two.\\nOnce more we 11 keep a loving tryst\\nBeneath the bending boughs,\\nWhere first your trembling lips were kissed.\\nAnd first we breathed our vows.\\nThere where with beating heart you came\\nTo greet me at the bars.\\nAnd, waiting, I would speak your name,\\nAnd spell it in the stars.\\nTime sprinkles frost upon our heads,\\nBut love s eternal youth\\nDwells in each happy breast and sheds\\nThe beauty born of truth.\\n72", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Toward. Sunset\\nAnd heart to heart and lip to lip\\nWe 11 breathe our vows divine,\\nTill in the last long sleep you slip\\nYour loving hand in mine.\\n73", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "COULD WE BUT KNOW\\nI HE brooklet s babble weaves the tones\\nThat come from all its hidden stones.\\nThe river s tide reflects its source\\nAnd all that joins it on its course.\\nLife s causes lie so deep and far,\\nAnd men are only what they are.\\nOh, could we read the hearts of those\\nAbout us, know their hidden woes,\\nThe secret sources of despair.\\nThe birth and burden of their prayer\\nSee thrown about their lives the mesh\\nOf pain from thorns within the flesh,\\nOur charity would lend the grace\\nOf goodliness to every face.\\n74", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "TO THE END\\nTT^OR old sake s sake Love sings his song\\namid the ruins where\\nThe garden bloomed in beauty when the world\\nwas young and fair;\\nAnd on the broken statue s brow a rosied wreath\\nhe binds\\nLove is not love which alters when it alteration\\nfinds.\\n75", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "SERENADE\\nQLEEP, my loved one, sleep and dream,\\nSleep and dream of me\\nWhile the fair moon s mellow beam,\\nMingled with the stars soft gleam,\\nFalls on wood and lea.\\nLambs within the happy fold\\nDream of meadows new,\\nWhere the buttercups of gold\\nIn a perfumed chalice hold\\nHoneyed drops of dew.\\nZephyrs rock the robin s nest\\nIn the tall elm-tree\\nPeacefully as stirs thy breast\\nAngels guard thy perfect rest,\\nSleep and dream of me.\\n76", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "LIFE S SPRINGTIME\\nT FELL to thinking the world was old,\\nAnd joy had flown away;\\nThat the precious idols I dreamed were gold\\nWere, after all, but clay\\nFor it seemed so far to the happy times\\nWhen we met at the orchard bars,\\nAnd breathed our vows in the old, sweet\\nrhymes,\\nWe two, and the happy stars.\\nLast night as I came through the leafy dell.\\nWhere long ago we strayed,\\nI hearkt to a happy lover tell\\nHis vows to a fair young maid.\\nI heard the song of the whippoorwill\\nAnd the twilight coo of dove.\\nAnd lip met lip with a blissful thrill\\nIn the first, sweet kiss of love.\\n77", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Life s Springtime\\nI heard my daughter s daughter s voice,\\nA voice from the days gone by,\\nAnd it made my yearning soul rejoice\\nAnd my heart beat warm and high.\\nFor I know while youth and beauty meet,\\nAnd men and maidens woo.\\nLife s wine will still be good and sweet,\\nAnd the old world glad and new.\\n78", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "A DREAM AT THE DESK\\nf^ H AINED to a desk, a slave, I dream\\nOf the good old days of yore,\\nAnd I see the boundless glow and gleam\\nOf the broad, blue skies, once more.\\nAnd the rare perfume of the clover-bloom\\nAnd the scent of the new-mown hay\\nSeem faintly caught in the sweet dream brought\\nFrom the years of the far-away.\\nThe roar of the busy, babbling town\\nWhich long my soul has heard,\\nFor just one fleeting breath I drown\\nIn the song of brook and bird.\\nMy ledgers fade to glen and glade,\\nAnd fields of corn and rye.\\nAs I catch the joy of a careless boy\\nFrom a dream of the years gone by.\\nI shall sometime flee from my prison cell\\nAnd its narrow walls of gloom\\nI shall quit the noisy town and dwell\\nWhere the sweet wild-roses bloom.\\n79", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "A Dream at the Desk\\nAnd I 11 trade my care for the meadows ^ir\\nAnd the drowsy croon of bee,\\nWhile I hold as mine the bliss divine\\nA dream has brought to me.\\n80", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE CHILDREN OF EARTH\\nI A OWN by the sea on a summer day\\nI doze and dream while the children play,\\nGleefully heaping their hills of sand,\\nCalling them palaces high and grand\\nA clam-shell serves for the great front door.\\nAnd the walk is a bit of a broken oar\\nWhile plate and platter and bowl and cup\\nAre polished pebbles the sea brings up.\\nAnd king and queen in their royal state\\nPass in and out through a sea-weed gate\\nAnd lord and lady ride to and fro,\\nTill a far voice calls, It is time to go.\\nTo gems and jewels and palace rare\\nThey bid farewell and they leave them there\\nWhile the tide comes laughingly up the bay.\\nAnd the sand-made palace is washed away.\\nDeep in the city I see the men\\nPlaying at childish games again\\nBuilding a palace of brick and stone,\\nAnd playfully calling it all their own.\\n6 8i", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "The Children of Earth\\nThe walls are laid with the cares of wealth,\\nAnd the roof is patched with their broken health\\nAnd plate and platter and bowl and cup\\nAre polished trinkets their toil brings up.\\nAnd king and queen in their royal state\\nPass in and out through a golden gate;\\nAnd lord and lady ride to and fro\\nTill a far voice calls, It is time to go.\\nFrom gems and jewels and palace rare\\nThey turn away and they leave them there,\\nWhile Time looks down through a thousand years,\\nAnd the man-made palace, it disappears.\\n82", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF DREAMS\\n/^F all the nations, east or west,\\nImagination is the best.\\nIts boundless realms are richer, far,\\nThan all earth s other countries are.\\nIts azure skies are more serene,\\nIts verdant fields a fairer green,\\nAnd brooks sing softer music to\\nAn ocean of diviner blue.\\nIts laughing, blossom-bordered rills\\nDance down from Hope s triumphant hills,\\nOr pause in pools within the dale\\nEnchanted by the nightingale.\\nSpring blooms eternal and the rose\\nMakes fragrant every breeze that blows,\\nAnd fruits, with rounded cheeks of wine,\\nHang purpling on the tree and vine.\\nThis country is not pencilled on\\nThe little maps that men have drawn.\\nIt is too broad, too high, too great\\nFor mind of man to calculate.\\n83", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "The Land of Dreams\\nAnd yet it is not far away,\\nBut here and now, where mortals may,\\nWith gods and graces, wander through\\nThis land where all our dreams come true.\\n84", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE GARDEN OF GENIUS\\nT KNEW a dingy attic where\\nA poor, wan child in sorrow lay.\\nHid in a narrow window, there,\\nA rosebush struggled toward the day\\nAnd tears, like dew, at night and morn.\\nSank down to warm the root entombed,\\nAnd from that prisoned plant was born\\nThe sweetest rose that ever bloomed.\\nO garden of the soul! I knew\\nAh me I knew a little den\\nWhere hungry, high-born Genius grew\\nThe children of her brush and pen\\nAmid the gloom there burned a gleam.\\nAnd patient hand was taught to draw,\\nAnd patient soul was taught to dream\\nThe fairest lines I ever saw.\\nThe fortune-favored fields may bring,\\nTo those who toil, their meed of grain\\nBut Genius still her wealth will fling\\nAmid the thorny wastes of pain.\\n85", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "The Garden of Genius\\nThe rose that blossomed through the tears,\\nAnd that high Soul of Art, these two,\\nHave brought to me, through all the years,\\nThe dearest hope I ever knew.\\n86", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "A WINTER REVERIE\\nIXZHEN June comes laughing back again\\nwith roses tangled in her hair\\nThat in a silken mesh falls down to hide her\\nshoulders full and fair,\\nThen will she woo this drear old earth, and, brush-\\ning back his locks of gray,\\nWithin her soft arms rock him till she charms his\\nwintry scars away.\\nAll day the honey-seeking bee will revel in the\\nclover-bloom.\\nAll night the fireflies swing their lamps amid the\\nthicket s dotted gloom,\\nAnd song-birds, silent while the skies are dusty\\nwith the sprinkled spheres,\\nWill, waking with the morning, drink the weep-\\ning willow s dewy tears.\\nThe prison-weary pauper in the frosty fastness of\\nthe north.\\nWhen south-winds breathe away the bars, a purple\\nprince will wander forth\\n87", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "A Winter Reverie\\nAnd Folly, wanton sprite, will spice the happy\\nhearts of maids and men\\nWith moon-born dreams of Paradise when June\\ncomes lausbincr back asrain.\\n88", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "YELLOW BUTTERFLIES\\n1P\\\\0 you remember, sister dear, the golden\\nsummers long ago,\\nWhen you and I through happy fields so gladly\\nwandered to and fro?\\nDo you recall the dewy morns we loitered on our\\nway to school\\nTo watch the butterflies that danced about the\\nmargin of the pool?\\nWe lov ed the green of hill and vale, we loved the\\nblue that bent above\\nThe brooks, the birds, the whispering woods, yet\\nmore than these we seemed to love\\nMore than the pale wild-rose, half hid beneath\\nthe hedges dark and cool\\nThe yellow butterflies that danced about the\\nmargin of the pool.\\nOh, long the paths of life and long the tender,\\nclinging dreams of youth.\\nBut truth leads up to beauty still, and beauty\\nstill leads up to truth.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Yellow Butterflies\\nAnd in our memories we hold, through all of\\nlife s dull book and rule,\\nThe yellow butterflies that danced about the\\nmargin of the pool.\\n90", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE MOONBEAM S MESSAGE\\nMOON, that looks in at my window to-\\nnight,\\nHast thou added her smile to thy mellowing\\nlight;\\nHast thou stolen the languorous beauty that lies\\nHalf-drowned in the fathomless depths of her\\neyes?\\nHast thou hung at her lattice, and peeping\\nbetween\\nThe loosely drawn curtains within, hast thou seen\\nThe grace of a form of such wonderful mould\\nIts charm were too great for the eye to behold\\nDid she whisper a name? Did a sigh of unrest.\\nAs a breeze stirs the forest, well up through her\\nbreast?\\nAnd lips that were formed for the spelling of\\nbliss.\\nThe ring that I gave, did they glad with a kiss\\n91", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "The Moonbeam s Message\\nDid she look in thy face? Did she give thee one\\nglance\\nFrom eyes whose soft beauty must ever entrance?\\nIf so, I would raise this petition to thee,\\nO moon let that glance be reflected on me.\\n92", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "FRIENDS\\n\\\\7 0U are my friend, for you have smiled with\\nme,\\nMy help and hope in fair and stormy weather\\nI like you for the joys you ve whiled with me,\\nI love you for the griefs we ve wept together.,\\nI ve held your hand when life was gold to me,\\nAnd shared with you its every gracious greeting\\nYou ve brought good cheer when earth was cold\\nto me,\\nAnd made me feel your warm heart fondly\\nbeating.\\nThough all the world were deaf and dark to me.\\nAnd long the night, and bleak the winds and\\nbiting,\\nI know full well that you would hark to me.\\nAnd set my path with lamps of Love s glad\\nlighting.\\nYou are my friend, for you have smiled with me,\\nMy help and hope in fair and stormy weather\\nI like you for the joys you ve whiled with me,\\nI love you for the griefs we ve wept together.\\n93", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "GOD ONLY KNOWS\\nIT THITHER are going with hurrying feet\\nForms that are passing to-night on the\\nstreet?\\nFaces all sunny and faces all sad,\\nHearts that are weary and hearts that are glad\\nEyes that are heavy with sorrow and strife,\\nEyes that are gleaming with beauty and life\\nPictures of pleasure and crosses of care,\\nGoing all going God only knows where\\nHands that have earnestly striven for bread,\\nHands that are soiled with dishonor instead\\nHearts that are tuned to a purpose sublime.\\nHearts all discordant and jangled with crime\\nSouls that are pure and as white as the snow,\\nSouls that are black as the midnight of woe\\nGay in their gladness or sad in despair.\\nGoing all going God only knows where\\nSome to the feast where the richest red wine\\nAnd rarest of jewels will sparkle and shine;\\n94", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "God only Knows\\nSome in their hunger will wander, and some\\nWill sleep nor awaken when morning shall come.\\nThe robed and the ragged, the foe and the friend,\\nAll of them hurrying on to the end,\\nNearing the grave, with a curse or a prayer.\\nGoing all going God only knows where.\\n95", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "A THRUSH S SONG\\nTT was just before the battle,\\nIn the rosy dawn of day,\\nEre the hosts, like maddened cattle,\\nMet amid the roar and rattle\\nOf the fierce and bloody fray.\\nAnd a picket-man, on duty.\\nHeard a thrush above him sing,\\nHeard the liquid notes of beauty\\nFrom the wondrous, witching lute he\\nHid beneath his happy wing.\\nAnd the music sent him dreaming\\nTo the home-nest, far away;\\nAnd he saw her fond eyes beaming\\nOn the baby s face a-gleaming\\nIn his careless, cradle play.\\nThen there woke the awful thunder\\nOf the Death-King in his might\\nStately oaks were torn asunder\\n96", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A Thrush s Song\\nWhile the heavens watched in wonder,\\nTill the darkness lulled the fight.\\nWhere a wounded thrush was lying\\nClose beside a shattered nest,\\nThere the night-wind wandered sighing\\nFor the soldier who was dying\\nWith a bullet in his breast.\\n97", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "HER AND ME\\n1% TUST have been the angels planned it,\\nCould not be it happened so,\\nYet I did not understand it\\nWhen we met, so long ago.\\nNow, in looking back and viewing\\nAll the happy years, I see\\nWhat the good Lord has been doing\\nFor the joy of her and me.\\nSeems as though, if I had missed her,\\nWay back yonder where we met,\\nNever held her hand nor kissed her,\\nI d be waiting for her yet.\\nWaiting for her smile so sunny.\\nFilling all the world with cheer,\\nFor her words, as sweet as honey,\\nBreathing music in my ear.\\nBeen a world of joy and sorrow\\nSince we vowed, Till death do part,\\nBright to-day and dark to-morrow,\\nBut we ve met it, heart and heart.\\n98", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Her and Me\\nComes there calm or comes there billow,\\nTrue as steel our love shall be,\\nTill our cheeks shall press the pillow\\nDeath will smooth for her and me.\\n99\\nL, tf C.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "NATURE S PROMISE\\nQNOW in the valley and snow on the mountain,\\nAnd sparkles of frost on the roof and the\\nspire\\nThe cold moonbeams fall on the ice-prisoned\\nfountain\\nThe sun cannot free with his faint touch of fire.\\nBut the song of the south-wind will waken the\\nclover,\\nThe ring-dove will coo to his mate in the\\nbower;\\nThe frost-fashioned flake, when the winter is over,\\nA dewdrop will shine in the heart of a flower.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "IN THE FIRELIGHT\\nI *HE smouldering backlog is nearly in two,\\nAnd the forestick is burned to the core\\nThe embers are blushing a tremulous hue,\\nWhile the wind in the chimney goes woo-oo-oo\\nAnd, sadly, at window and door,\\nIs sighing that summer is o er.\\nAn l a faint, little whispering, eery and queer,\\nBrings news I am waiting to know,\\nThe forces of Winter are marshalling near,\\nIt says in that strange little language we hear\\nWhen the fire is talking of snow.\\nMy babies are blissfully dreaming in bed.\\nClose-wrapped is each innocent form\\nWith tender caress their Good Nights have\\nbeen said,\\nAnd with blankets soft-tucked round each dear\\nlittle head,\\nAnd cuddled so cozy and warm,\\nThey fear not the breath of the storm.\\nlOI", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "In the Firelight\\nIn front of the fireplace, beaming and bright,\\nAre their little shoes, all in a row,\\nWhose travel-worn soles seem to shiver with fright\\nWhen the wind hoarsely laughs in the chimney\\nat night\\nAnd the fire is talking of snow.\\nOn the shadowy mantel the garrulous clock\\nIs sifting the seconds away\\nAnd solemnly telling me Tock, tick, tock\\nIt is time I was joining my slumbering flock\\nWhere the drowsy-eyed poppy holds sway\\nBut I linger to prayerfully say,\\nGood angels be near to those treasures of mine\\nWhen the tempest shall bitingly blow\\nThrough all their sweet dreaming bright blossoms\\nentwine\\nBring roses and lilies and summer and shine,\\nWhile the fire is talking of snow.\\n102", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "AN OLD MAN S LOVE\\nT T T HEN she comes back she 11 never know\\nThat I have really missed her so.\\nI s pose she d laugh if she but knew\\nOne half the boyish things I do.\\nAn old man deep in love s as big\\nA goose as is a lovelorn sprig,\\nAnd I just smile at times to see\\nWhat simple thoughts come over me.\\nI used to fear long years of life\\nWould dim the love of man and wife,\\nBut now I find that every mile\\nThe flame grows brighter all the while\\nAnd ever since she s been away\\nI ve counted every hour and day,\\nAnd wished the time would hurry when\\nI 11 look into her eyes again.\\nAt evening when I sit and rock.\\nAnd hear the ticking of the clock,\\nT was given us the day we wed.\\nHe heard it, too, the boy that s dead,\\n103", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "An Old Man s Love\\nThen with the stillness all around\\nI think of years when first I wound\\nThat dear old clock, and thoughts arise\\nThat bring a mist before my eyes.\\nBut they are sort of pleasant tears,\\nThe ones you call through years and years\\nOf pleasure sprinkled through with pain\\nLike April sunshine dashed with rain.\\nSome skies were dark and some were fair,\\nAnd joys came tangled up with care,\\nBut after all the thorns and stings\\nThe way was blessed with gracious things.\\nYou could n t make her believe that I\\nWould on our old piano try\\nTo pick out some sweet courting-tune\\nWe used to sing in love s glad June.\\nT would trouble her if she should know\\nWhile she s away I m worried so,\\nFor while she s round the house, you see,\\nI m dignified as I can be.\\nAnd then to-day, I had to laugh\\nI hunted up her photograph\\n104", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "An Old Man s Love\\nIt seemed so queer. I don t know when\\nI ve looked at it before, and then\\nI thought about the Sunday she\\nFirst gave that picture rare to me,\\nAnd how I kissed it then and how\\nI kiss it just as fondly now.\\nI wonder if two hearts in tune\\nAre n t always in their honeymoon\\nAnd I d just like to know if she s\\nA-thinking any thoughts like these.\\nMy love I 11 hardly dare confess.\\nBut somehow I believe she 11 guess\\nIts depth within the tender smack\\nHer cheek will feel when she comes back.\\n105", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "THE RED ROSE\\n^IVE me a rose, a rare, red rose,\\nTo wear upon my breast\\nOf all good things the summer brings\\nThe red rose seemeth best.\\nI know not why she glads my eye\\nAnd makes my heart to stir.\\nBut at the shrine of gifts divine\\nI kneel to worship her.\\nShe is not born among the joys\\nThe smiles of April bring,\\nNor in the May, for such as they\\nAre children of the spring.\\nBut when the noon of golden June\\nIs rounded full and sweet.\\nShe brings the grace in form and face\\nOf womanhood complete.\\nThe lily s lips are pure as snow\\nThat Cometh from above,\\nBut oh the heart would be a part\\nOf joys that blend with love.\\n1 06", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "The Red Rose\\nGive me a rose, a rare, red rose,\\nTo wear upon my breast;\\nOf all good things the summer brings\\nThe red rose seemeth best.\\n107", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "AN OLD-FASHIONED PICTURE\\nA N old-fashioned picture steals into my dream-\\ning, a picture so soothingly sweet\\nA little, low cottage with roses half hiding the\\nwindow that looks on the street.\\nAnd a woman, within, has a smile for my coming\\n(oh, none were so happy as we\\nWhile the baby she holds in her arms at the win-\\ndow is waving his kisses to me.\\nAll day at the forge and the anvil I whistled the\\nsong she had taught me to sing,\\nAnd the words she had sweetened and softened\\nin speaking were timed to my hammer s loud\\nring.\\nAnd on my way home how my heart leaped when\\nreaching a bend in the street I could see\\nThe baby she held in her arms at the window\\na-waving his kisses to me.\\nio8", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "An Old-Fashioned Picture\\nNot gone, but asleep in the churchyard, together,\\nwhere old-fashioned roses entwine\\nA wreath for the mossy old stone, they are wait-\\ning, those God-given treasures of mine\\nAnd though far away from their rest I have wan-\\ndered, that old-fashioned picture I see.\\nAnd the baby she holds in her arms at the win-\\ndow is waving his kisses to me.\\n109", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "OUR DARK-DAY FRIENDS\\n/^UR dark-day friends Ah, how we prize\\nThe steadfast hearts who, when our skies\\nTake on a dull and leaden hue.\\nLike glints of sun come smiling through\\nWith summer in their words and eyes\\nSweet is adversity that tries\\nThe strength on which the heart relies\\nAnd brings to us the faithful few,\\nOur dark-day friends.\\nWhen skies are all a perfect blue\\nAnd wealth and happiness pursue,\\nAh, one must be extremely wise\\nWho can detect the world s disguise\\nThe storm, alone, can bring to view\\nOur dark-day friends.\\nno", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "RECOMPENSE\\nT^HE gifts that to our breasts we fold\\nAre brightened by our losses.\\nThe sweetest joys a heart can hold\\nGrow up between its crosses.\\nAnd on life s pathway many a mile\\nIs made more glad and cheery,\\nBecause, for just a little while,\\nThe way seemed dark and dreary.\\nIll", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "THE PERFECT DAY\\nT^HE dawn an amethyst the noon a pearl set\\nround with gold\\nThe eve an opal changing to a ruby warm and\\nbold;\\nThe night with diamonds in her hair and on her\\nbrows and breast,\\nHer moon-ringed finger made a wand to charm a\\nworld to rest.\\nOh, gracious morn Oh, golden noon Oh,\\nmatchless eve Oh, night\\nWhose stars from a diviner sky gave a diviner\\nlight!\\nO day of days, within my heart of hearts I still\\nenshrine\\nThat morn, that noon, that eve, that night. Love\\nwreathed his dreams with mine.\\n112", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "HOUSE AND HOME\\nA HOUSE is built of bricks and stones, of\\nsills and posts and piers,\\nBut a home is built of loving deeds that stand a\\nthousand years.\\nA house, though but an humble cot, within its\\nwalls may hold\\nA home of priceless beauty, rich in Love s eternal\\ngold.\\nThe men of earth build houses halls and\\nchambers, roofs and domes,\\nBut the women of the earth God knows\\nthe women build the homes.\\nEve could not stray from Paradise, for, oh, no\\nmatter where\\nHer gracious presence lit the way, lo Paradise\\nwas there.\\n3", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "A FO CAS LE BALLAD\\nT VE sailed as far as the winds dare blow,\\nAnd I ve bunked a while in many a port\\nThe ships may come and the ships may go,\\nI ve always found the time to court.\\nAnd I ve learned one thing, and I swear it s true,\\nThat, old or young, or black or white,\\nIf you re good to her she s good to you,\\nFor a woman s square if you treat her right.\\nT/ten ho yo-ho for the boundless blue\\nAnd ho yo-ho for the harbor light I\\nIf you We good to her she s good to you,\\nFor a woman s square if you treat her right.\\nI ve not been half what a sailor should\\nBut the lads are a careless lot of men.\\nFor the gales they blow us away from good,\\nAnd seldom they blow us back again.\\nYet never I ve met with a sailor lad\\nWho was true to his lassie day and night\\n114", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "A Fo cas le Ballad\\nBut he found her waiting, good and glad,\\nFor a woman s square if you treat her right.\\nThen ho yo-ho for the boundless blue\\nAnd ho yo-ho for the harbor light\\nIf you re good to her she s good to you,\\nFor a woman s square if you treat her right.\\nWhen the winds are low and the watch is long,\\nAnd our ship s asleep in a lazy sea,\\nI weave me many an idle song\\nFor those who were better than I could be.\\nAnd I sing the words I swear are true,\\nThat, old or young, or black or white,\\nIf you re good to her she s good to you,\\nFor a woman s square if you treat her right.\\nThen ho I yo-ho for the boundless blue\\nAnd ho yo-ho I for the harbor light\\nIf you re good to her she s good to you,\\nFor a woman s square if you treat her right.\\n5", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "THE MAN IN THE CAB\\nQAFE and snug in the sleeping-car\\nAre father and mother and dreaming child.\\nThe night outside shows never a star,\\nFor the storm is thick and the wind is wild.\\nThe frenzied train in its all-night race\\nHolds many a soul in its fragile walls,\\nWhile up in his cab, with a smoke-stained face,\\nIs the man in the greasy overalls.\\nThrough the fire-box door the heat glows\\nwhite.\\nThe whistle speaks with a shriek that shocks,\\nThe pistons dance and the drive-wheels smite\\nThe trembling rails till the whole earth rocks.\\nBut never a searching eye could trace\\nThough the night is black and the speed\\nappals\\nA line of fear in the smoke-stained face\\nOf the man in the greasy overalls.\\nii6", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "The Man in the Cab\\nNo halting, wavering coward he,\\nAs he lashes his engine round the curve,\\nBut a peace-encompassed Grant or Lee,\\nWith a heart of oak and an iron nerve.\\nAnd so I ask that you make a place\\nIn the Temple of Heroes sacred halls\\nWhere I may hang the smoke-stained face\\nOf the man in the greasy overalls.\\n117", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "WHEN TO BE HAPPY\\nTT THY do we cling to the skirts of sorrow,\\nWhy do we cloud with care the brow?\\nWhy do we wait for a glad to-morrow,\\nWhy not gladden the precious Now?\\nEden is yours Would you dwell within it?\\nChange men s grief to a gracious smile.\\nAnd thus have heaven here this minute\\nAnd not far-off in the afterwhile.\\nLife, at most, is a fleeting bubble,\\nGone with the puff of an angel s breath.\\nWhy should the dim hereafter trouble\\nSouls this side of the gates of death?\\nThe crown is yours Would you care to win it?\\nPlant a song in the hearts that sigh,\\nAnd thus have heaven here this minute\\nAnd not far-off in the by-and-by.\\nFind the soul s high place of beauty.\\nNot in a man-made book of creeds,\\nBut where desire ennobles duty\\nAnd life is full of your kindly deeds.\\nii8", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "When to be Happy\\nThe bliss is yours Would you fain begin it?\\nPave with love each golden mile,\\nAnd thus have heaven here this minute\\nAnd not far-off in the afterwhile.\\n119", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "AN OPEN LETTER TO THE PESSIMIST\\nDROTHER you with growl and frown\\nWhy don t you move from Grumbletown,\\nWhere everything is tumbled down\\nAnd skies are dark and dreary?\\nMove over into Gladville, where\\nYour face will don a happy air\\nAnd lay aside that look of care\\nFor smiles all bright and cheery.\\nIn Grumbletown there s not a joy\\nBut has a shadow of alloy\\nThat must its happiness destroy\\nAnd make you to regret it.\\nIn Gladville they have not a care\\nBut what it looks inviting there\\nAnd has about it something fair\\nThat makes you glad to get it.\\nT is strange how different these towns\\nOf ours are Good cheer abounds\\nIn one, and gruesome growls and frowns\\nAre always in the other.\\n120", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "An Open Letter to the Pessimist\\nIf you your skies of ashen gray\\nWould change for sunny smiles of May,\\nFrom Grumbletown, oh haste away\\nMove into Gladville, brother.\\n121", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "WHEN SHAKESPEARE WROTE\\nTT JHEN Shakespeare wrote, the world was\\nnew\\nHe did not follow others who\\nHad grabbed up everything in sight\\nAnd written all there was to write,\\nAnd in a clever manner, too.\\nNo, all an author had to do\\nWas just to loaf around and view\\nA field with themes all fresh and bright,\\nWhen Shakespeare wrote.\\nFolks did not keep him in a stew\\nAnd say he d plagiarized his Jew\\nAnd Hamlet. Ah, twas easy, quite,\\nFor Shakespeare had not rendered trite\\nEach thought that could one s muse imbue\\nWhen Shakespeare wrote.\\n122", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE ANGELIC HUSBAND\\nP^HERE are husbands who are pretty,\\nThere are husbands who are witty,\\nThere are husbands who in public are as smiling\\nas the morn\\nThere are husbands brave and healthy,\\nThere are famous ones and wealthy,\\nBut the real angelic husband, he has never yet\\nbeen born.\\nSome for strength of love are noted,\\nWho are really so devoted\\nThat whene er from home they wander they are\\nlonesome and forlorn\\nAnd while now and then you 11 find one\\nWho s a very good and kind one.\\nYet the real angelic husband, he has never yet\\nbeen born.\\nSo the woman who is mated\\nTo a man who may be rated\\n123", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "The Angelic Husband\\nAs pretty fair, should cherish him forever and\\na day,\\nFor the real angelic creature,\\nPerfect, quite, in every feature,\\nHe has never been discovered, and he won t be,\\nso they say.\\n124", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE GIRL WHO LOVED HIM SO\\nT_TA, ha said Chappie Fizzlewig, and he\\nlaughed in boyish glee,\\nI m making love to a dozen girls, but none\\nshall marry me\\nI sigh to them and I lie to them and I fall upon\\nmy knees,\\nAs I twist their trusting hearts about precisely as\\nI please.\\nAnd the parlor clock\\nTicked on, tick-tock,\\nAnd the gaslight flickered low\\nAs he waiting sat for a chance to chat with the\\ngirl who loved him so.\\nAnd when she had frizzled her old-gold hair\\nand painted her faded face,\\nShe came, a vision fresh and fair, with comely\\nchildlike grace.\\nPoor, unsuspecting soul thought he, she\\nlittle dreams that I\\nFht on from bud to bud as does the careless but-\\nterfly.\\n125", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "The Girl who Loved Him so\\nAnd the parlor clock\\nTicked on, tick-tock,\\nAnd the gaslight flickered low\\nAs he slyly planned to hold the hand of the girl\\nwho loved him so.\\nThere was no one near to overhear, so he told\\nher of his love.\\nAs true and pure and constant as the stars that\\nshone above\\nAnd when the proper time arrived he fell upon\\nhis knees,\\nAnd words he wished to emphasize he d give her\\nhand a squeeze.\\nAnd the parlor clock\\nTicked on, tick-tock,\\nAnd the gaslight flickered low\\nAs with subtle art he won the heart of the girl\\nwho loved him so.\\nAnd the tender, trustful maiden, she she\\nlaughed a gentle laugh,\\nFor she knew each word he spoke was caught by\\nher sofa-phonograph;\\n126", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "The Girl who Loved Him so\\nAnd when he knelt to win her she a button gently\\npressed,\\nAnd the corner what-not camera in silence did\\nthe rest.\\nAnd the parlor clock\\nTicked on, tick-tock,\\nAnd the gaslight flickered low\\nAs she sweetly smiled, did the guileless child, the\\ngirl who loved him so.\\nThe world went round, and by and by he tired of\\nher love\\nTwas then that she reminded him the stars still\\nshone above\\nAnd into court the phonograph and photographs\\nwere brought,\\nWhen the young man learned a lot of things of\\nwhich he d never thought.\\nAnd the parlor clock\\nTicked on, tick-tock,\\nAnd the gaslight shed its glow,\\nAnd the guests all came and he gave his name to\\nthe girl who loved him so.\\n127", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "GRADUATION-DAY ESSAY\\nA SPRYNG IDYLLE\\n^^H, the gentle grass is growing in the vale\\nand on the hill\\nWe cannot hear it growing, still tis growing\\nvery still\\nAnd in the Spring it springs to life with gladness\\nand delight\\nI see it growing day by day it also grows by\\nnight.\\nAnd now once more as mowers whisk the\\nwhiskers from the lawn,\\nThey 11 rouse us from our slumbers at the dawn-\\ning of the dawn;\\nIt saddens my poor heart to think what we\\nshould do for hay,\\nIf grass instead of growing up should grow the\\nother way.\\n128", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Graduation-Day Essay\\nIts present rate of growing makes it safe to say-\\nthat soon\\nTwill cover all the hills at morn and in the\\nafternoon\\nFor often I have noticed as I ve watched it o er\\nand o er,\\nIt grows and grows and grows a while, and then it\\ngrows some more.\\nIf it keeps growing right along, it shortly will\\nbe tall\\nIt humps itself through strikes and legal holidays\\nand all.\\nTis growing up down all the streets and clear\\naround the square\\nOne end is growing in the ground the other\\nin the air.\\nIf earth possessed no grass, methinks its beauty\\nwould be dead\\nWe d have to make the best of it and use baled\\nhay instead.\\nI love to sing its praises in a way none can surpass,\\nAnd poets everywhere are warned to Please\\nkeep off the grass.\\n9 129", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE GENIUS\\nT3 ILL JONES was a genius, so every one said,\\nA statement none cared to refute.\\nHe had more brilliant thoughts stowed away in\\nhis head\\nThan figures could ever compute.\\nHe knew all the things of the earth and the sky,\\nIn wisdom he seemed to excel,\\nBut when it came down to a hustle for pie\\nBill never got on very well.\\nHe used to write music and knew how to draw.\\nCould teach any science or art\\nWas clever in medicine, understood law,\\nAnd had all the isms by heart.\\nTo hear him conversing one speedily guessed\\nThat Bill was as sharp as a tack,\\nYet somehow or other he never possessed\\nA whole suit of clothes to his back.\\nBill s genius was known and respected by all\\nIn the town where he used to reside.\\n130", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "The Village Genius\\nFor the rich and the poor, for the great and the\\nsmall,\\nHe served as their counsel and guide.\\nHe was prophet and preacher to kith and to kin,\\nTo friend and to neighbor, until\\nDeath called him away, when the whole town\\nchipped in\\nAnd bought a nice coffin for Bill.\\n131", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "THE WORSHIPPERS\\n^TT^HE poet looked at the kingly oak\\nAnd his soul was lifted high,\\nAs he saw its widespread arms invoke\\nA blessing from the sky.\\nIt filled his breast with a new-found cheer,\\nAnd his heart seemed all elate.\\nAs he spoke to the yeoman, standing near,\\nAnd worshipfully sighed, It s great\\nAnd the yeoman one of Nature s lords\\nQuite willing to agree.\\nSaid, Yes, I reckon they s twenty cords\\nO wood in that thair tree.\\n132", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "HOW BE YE, JIM?\\nT TOW be ye, Jim That sunny voice\\nComes back through the misty years,\\nAnd I see the grace of an old man s face\\nSmile up through his happy tears.\\nLong time he strays down the quiet ways\\nWhere the path is strange and dim,\\nBut I keep the cheer of his love and hear\\nHis words, How be ye, Jim?\\nThere came to me, as comes to all.\\nThe voice of Purpose when\\nI lost the joy of a careless boy\\nFor the broad, bold world of men\\nAnd the skies were glad or dark or sad.\\nMy thoughts ran back to him\\nTill we met once more at the old home door,\\nAnd he said, How be ye, Jim?\\nSometime in the far-off by-and-by.\\nWhen the years are old and gray,\\nI shall wander down from the busy town.\\nThrough that sweet and quiet way.\\n^33", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "Howbe Ye, Jim?\\nI shall find the rills from the rose-crowned hills,\\nAnd drink from their blissful brim\\nAnd, the best of all, I shall hear him call\\nAnd say, How be ye, Jim?\\n134", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE EVERY-DAY POET\\nT AIN T very much of a poet\\nI can t soar so awfully high\\nI m kind o low-geared an I know it,\\nAnd have to keep out o the sky.\\nAn so while my star-gazin brother\\nKin tickle the gods with his pen,\\nI josh along somehow er other\\nAnd jes keep a-writin fer men.\\nI know at he s blissfully dwellin*\\nWith gods an emperian springs,\\nWhile I m down here simply a-tellin\\nO plain human bein s an things.\\nYit while he s up yender inditin\\nHis loftier songs, I have found\\nI do what I call my best writin\\nWith both o my feet on the ground.\\nI never have tackled a sonnet\\nI could n t write one ef I tried.\\nAn put all the folderols on it\\nWithout gittin somepin inside.\\n135", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "The Every-Day Poet\\nFer I understand ef you fix it\\nTo sell to a big magazine,\\nYou ve got to so fuzzle an mix it\\nAt no one kin tell what you mean.\\nMy mind ain t ferever a-strayin\\nThrough sorrowful caverns o fog;\\nI ve got a good place an I m stay in\\nRight there like a bump on a log.\\nI know I m too cheerful to strike it;\\nI ain t got no study ner den;\\nI live with my folks an I like it,\\nAn jes keep a-writin fer men.\\n136", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE TRAIN COMES IN\\nTX T ELL, yes, I calkerlate it is a little quiet\\nhere\\nFer one who s b en about the world an travelled\\nfur an near\\nBut, maybe cause I never lived no other place,\\nto me\\nThe town seems bout as lively as a good town\\nort to be.\\nWe go about our bizness in a quiet sort o way,\\nNer thinkin o the outside world, exceptin wunst\\na day\\nWe gather at the depot, where we laff an talk\\nan spin\\nOur yarns an watch the people when the train\\ncomes in.\\nSi Jenkins, he s the jestice o the peace, he allers\\nspends\\nHis money fer a paper which he glances through\\nan lends\\n137", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "When the Train Comes in\\nTo some the other fellers, an we all take turns\\nan chat,\\nAn each one tells what he u d do ef he was this\\ner that\\nAn in a quiet sort o way, afore a hour s gone.\\nWe git a purty good idee o what s a-goin on,\\nAn gives us lots to think about until we meet agin\\nThe follerin to-morrer when the train comes in.\\nWhen I git lonesome-like I set aroun the barber-\\nshop\\nEr corner groc ry, where I talk about the growin\\ncrop\\nWith fellers from the country an* if the sun ain t\\nout too hot,\\nWe go to pitchin hoss-shoes in Jed Thompson s\\nvacant lot\\nBehin the livery stable an afore the game is\\ndone\\nAs like as not some feller 11 say his nag kin clean\\noutrun\\nThe other feller s, an they take em out an have\\na spin\\nBut all git back in town afore the train comes in.\\n138", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "When the Train Comes in\\nI see it in the papers at some folks, when sum-\\nmer s here,\\nPack up their trunks an journey to the seashore\\nevery year\\nTo keep from gittin sunstruck; I ve a better\\nway an that,\\nFer when it s hot I put a cabbage-leaf inside my\\nhat\\nAn go about my bizness jes as though it was n t\\nwarm\\nFact is I ain t a-doin much sence I moved off\\nmy farm;\\nAn folks at loves the outside world, if they ve\\na mind to, kin\\nSee all they ort to of it when the train comes in.\\nAn yit I like excitement, an they s nothin suits\\nme more\\nAn to git three other fellers, so s to make a even\\nfour,\\nAt knows the game jes to a T, an spend a half\\na day\\nIn some good place a-fightin out a battle at\\ncroquet.\\n139", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "When the Train Comes in\\nThere s Tubbs who tends the post-office, an old\\nDoc Smith an me\\nAn Uncle Perry Louden it u d do you good\\nto see\\nUs fellers maul them balls aroun we meet time\\nan agin\\nAn play an play an play until the train comes\\nin.\\nAn take it all in all I bet you d have to look\\naroun\\nA good, long while afore you d find a nicer little\\ntown\\nAn this n is. The people live a quiet sort o\\nlife,\\nNer carin much about the world with all its woe\\nan strife.\\nAn here I mean to spend my days, an when I\\nreach the end\\nI 11 say, God bless ye an Good-bye, to\\nevery faithful friend\\nAn when they foller me to where they ain t no\\ncare ner sin,\\nI 11 meet em at the depot when the train comes\\nin.\\n140", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "GRANDFATHER S REVERIE\\n^nr^HERE s nothin nicer n music when it hap-\\npens fer to be\\nSome good, old-fashioned tune we used to\\nknow;\\nBut all these modern airs we hear, er so it seems\\nto me,\\nCan t match the dear old songs o long ago.\\nThe new-style oppry-music which my grandchild\\nplays is fine\\nAn classical, er so I hear em say,\\nBut while them blessed mellerdies fill this old\\nheart o mine,\\nI jes can t like the music of to-day.\\nAn when my grandchild s thrummin oh, I ve\\nwished it o er an o er,\\nAn felt the tears a-wellin in my eyes,\\nHer grandma was a-settin there to play fer me\\nonce more\\nThe mockin -bird is singin where she lies.\\n141", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "Grandfather s Reverie\\nIt don t seem more an yesterday when first I\\nheard her play\\nThe happy notes my heart has held so long\\nBut every mile I travel on life s strangely vvindin\\nway\\nIs brightened by the beauty of her song.\\nI turned the music fer her an she seemed so\\nsweet an fair,\\nSo like a blessed angel from above,\\nI m wishin wishin all the while I might be\\nstandin there\\nTo tell her o my everlastin love.\\nI d like to whisper all the words I dared not tell\\nher then,\\nAn lookin in the beauty of her eyes,\\nI d dwell in blissful rapture while I heard her\\nvoice again\\nThe mockin -bird is singin where she lies.\\nOh, life was good an golden when we journeyed\\nside by side,\\nAn the cottage with the roses roun the door\\nSeemed like a dream o beauty with my lovin*\\nlittle bride\\nX42", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "Grandfather s Reverie\\nA-waitin fer me when the day was o er.\\nWe heard the birds a-callin* from the honey-\\nlocust trees,\\nTo mates within the nest, their fond good-night,\\nWhile perfume o the clover came like incense\\non the breeze\\nAs we watched the sunset fadin from our sight.\\nAn as the golden glory in the calm and peace-\\nful west\\nIs softened to the twilight o the skies,\\nSo in the June she fell asleep, her head upon my\\nbreast,\\nAn the mockin -bird is singin where she lies.\\n143", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "EASYVILLE\\nr? ASYVILLE s a little place\\nFull o quiet country grace,\\nFruits an flowers, birds an trees,\\nAn the clover-scented breeze\\nAin t on any railroad, so\\nDon t have noisy trains, you know,\\nFer to keep a soul distressed\\nAt s a-tryin fer to rest.\\nIn the cities, so they say.\\nSome poor soul, bout every day.\\nWeary o the grind an toil,\\nShuffles off this mortal coil.\\nI m a prayin Christian an\\nHope to see the Promised Lan\\nYet, if all is willin I 11\\nStay roun here fer quite a while.\\nWish at I could have a chat\\nWith each tired mortal at\\nThinks his life s so big a load\\n*T ain t worth carryin down the road.\\n144", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Easyville\\nLike to cheer him up an say,\\nCome up home with me an stay.\\nDon t you quit a-Hvin till\\nYou ve inspected Easyville.\\n10 145", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "DEACON SKINNER S IDEE\\nI HEY tell me there s persumin* men revisin\\no the Bible\\nSome folks is so all-fired smart, er think they be,\\nthey re li ble\\nTo have the stars all painted green, an nen, some\\nfuture day,\\nThey 11 all conclude to make the sun go roun\\nthe other way.\\nThey d like to keep on with their everlastin\\ntinkerin till\\nThey bu st up everything an make the rivers run\\nup-hill.\\nAn if we give em time enough, I hain t a bit o\\ndoubt,\\nThey natchelly 11 turn the hull creation inside out.\\nNow, jes as if the prophets an the postles an\\nthe rest\\nO them at writ the Bible, were n t the ones to\\nknow the best\\n146", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "Deacon Skinner s Idee\\nWhat ort to be put in it An a man who takes\\naway\\nEr adds to it 11 ketch it on the final jedgment day.\\nYou can t raise crops by settin roun and simply\\nwritin corn,\\nAn folks as tries it 11 come out the little end the\\nhorn.\\nIt ain t no trick to make a book at says we all\\nkin go\\nA-glidin into heaven but that don t make it so.\\nThey 11 learn the way s as narrer an as difficult\\nto climb\\nAn as thorny as it used to be in our gran fathers\\ntime;\\nAn find too late the other place as easy of ad-\\nmission,\\nAn jes as hot as t was afore they writ their new\\nedition.\\n147", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "UNCLE NATHAN S NOTION\\nT VE b en down to the meetin -house and heerd\\nour new divine\\nI s pose I ort to like him, fer they say he s mighty\\nfine,\\nBut I ve growed sort o fogy-like and so I 11 have\\nto state\\nEf he s the new-style orthodox I ain t jes up to\\ndate.\\nI m willin to admit I like the pleasin way he paints\\nThe future o the race an makes the meanest\\nmortals saints\\nBut ef a feller never has to answer fer his sin,\\nSt. Peter better quit his job an let the crowd\\nmarch in.\\nI may be kind o* stupid-like, but I hain t never\\nlearnt\\nHow we kin handle fire an not git all our fingers\\nburnt.\\n148", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "Uncle Nathan s Notion\\nI don t see how a feller who s a-doin wicked\\nthings\\nKin ever git his soul in shape to make it fit his\\nwings.\\nIn heaven would you care to be with men who,\\nall their lives,\\nWas ornery to their neighbors an their children\\nan their wives\\nIs rascals goin to fare the same as good folks?\\nNo, sirree\\nAn ef there ain t no hell, by jing I think there\\nort to be.\\n149", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE SUMMER BOARDERS COME\\nVT ES, June is here an now, byjing! it won t\\nbe long until\\nOur good, old-fashioned neighborhood at seems\\nso kind o still\\nAn solemn-like at times, as though the world had\\nshut us in,\\nLI sort o waken from her dream an stir herself\\nagin.\\nThe medder s full o daisies an the trees is full o\\nbloom,\\nAn after dark the fireflies is sparkin in the\\ngloom\\nThe birds is busy buildin nests, the hives is full\\no hum\\nIt s jes about the season when the summer\\nboarders come.\\nPeculiar lot o people is the ones at come from\\ntown,\\nThey re full o funny notions, but they plank the\\nmoney down.\\n150", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "When the Summer Boarders Come\\nIt don t much matter what they git ner what they\\nhave to pay,\\nJes give em lots o buttermilk an let em have\\ntheir way.\\nTears s if they yearn fer scenery an never git\\nenough\\nO* sunsets an o moonlight nights, an highty-\\ntighty stuff;\\nBut sence they pay me fer it, why, I m keepin\\nmighty mum\\nYou 11 find me diplermatic when the summer\\nboarders come.\\nOne year I thought I d please em, so I spent a\\ngood, big pile\\nA-buyin tony fixin s an* a-slingin on the style.\\nI painted up the house an barn an built a picket\\nfence,\\nAll moderrun conveniences I planned at big\\nexpense.\\nI got some patent foldin -beds an a planner,\\ntoo,\\nAn tried to make the place appear like city man-\\nsions do,\\n151", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "When the Summer Boarders Come\\nBut when the folks come jiminy! they\\nwould n t stop a day\\nSuch comforts made em tired, so they d up\\nan go away.\\nSo then I scraped the paint all off the fence an\\nbarn an house,\\nAn cast aside my nice store clothes fer overalls\\nan blouse.\\nIn place o every door-knob I contrived a wooden\\nlatch,\\nI ripped the shingles off the roof an made a leaky\\nthatch.\\nThe patent pump I traded fer a windlass an a rope,\\nThe bath-room is a horse-trough an a hunk o\\nhome-made soap.\\nThe foldin -beds an likewise the planner s cheer-\\nful thrum\\nOh, we hide em in the attic when the summer\\nboarders come.\\nAn sence I reconstructed things the house has\\noverflowed\\nWith summer boarders every year pears like\\nthe whole world knowed", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "When the Summer Boarders Come\\nAt here s the place to find the joys at s near to\\nNature s heart,\\nThe extry, duplex, simon-pure, without a touch\\no art.\\nFolks like my homely dialect an ask me fer to\\nspin\\nSome simple yarn an by an by they 11 ask fer\\nit agin\\nSo I ve jes got to jolly em; but say, it s tough,\\nby gum\\nFer me who s been through Harvard, when the\\nsummer boarders come.\\n153", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "THE PROCRASTINATIONIST\\nTHERE used to be a feller who\\nU d sit an tell what he u d do.\\nHe d show em how to make a hit\\nWhen wunst he got aroun to it.\\nAn he was smart. No one u d doubt\\nHe knowed what he was talkin bout;\\nIt seemed jes s if he d clearly planned\\nSuccess, ner missed a if er and.\\nHe said he d write a book in which\\nT was certain he u d strike it rich.\\nHe d outlined lots o plays at he\\nU d bet at folks u d flock to see.\\nHe had a lectur on the string\\nHe knowed u d draw like everything\\nAn lots o schemes to bring him gold,\\nMore an a circus tent u d hold.\\nI ve heerd that feller sit an spin\\nHis plans fer scoopin up the tin\\nUntil down in my bones I felt\\nHe d surely die a Vanderbilt.\\n154", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "The Procrastinationist\\nWhen wunst he got right down to biz,,\\nI knowed the earth u d soon be his,\\nAn when he asked me, now an nen,\\nI let him have a five er ten.\\nThe years went on, as years 11 do,\\nAn he kep on a-talkin too,\\nTill in the potter s field one day\\nThey laid this man o words away,\\nAn writ upon a slab above\\nThat soul at allers seemed to love\\nTo chin an chin an chin an chin,\\nHere lies a man who might a been.\\nI5S", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "HANK HAINES S PHILOSOPHY\\nTTOU ve all heerd tell o Haines, I s pose?\\nHank Haines well, anyway, by jing\\nNow, there *s a man 11 quit his meals to argify\\nbout anything.\\nIt s joy fer him to git some fact concernin\\nwhich they ain t a doubt\\nIn anybody s mind, an nen jes turn the hull\\nthing inside out.\\nWhy, all the wise men o the past, Hank takes\\nem up an one by one.\\nHe proves they was n t any good, an shows you\\nwhat they might a done.\\nAn all the great philosophers an all the sages\\ndid n t know\\nOne half the facts at Hank kin tell, ef what he\\nsays is so is so.\\nThe other afternoon when Hank was down at\\nSlocum s groc ry store,\\nWhere he s most allers sure to be with bout a\\nhalf a dozen more,\\n156", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Hank Haines s Philosophy\\nAn Hank was tellin how ef he was king the\\nearth would be as nice\\nAn kind an lovin -hke an sweet as what it is in\\nParadise,\\nHank s wife slipped in an said, Hank Haines,\\nyou know you ort to be at work,\\nYou keep me slavin day an night while you jes\\nloaf, you lazy shirk\\nYou re roun fer meals three times a day but\\nnever earn a single cent\\nYou trot yourself right home, said she, an cut\\nsome wood An Hank, he went.\\nIS7", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "A MINING-CAMP INCIDENT\\nTWAS lively bout our minin -tovvn\\nThe men a-hustlin up an down,\\nAn busy diggin night an day,\\nA-huntin claims where dirt u d pay.\\nWe d barely time to eat er sleep.\\nAn weather good er bad, we d keep\\nA-workin on with drill an pick.\\nAn no one dreamed o gettin sick.\\nWith heaps o gold there to be got,\\nT ain t strange we humped ourselves a lot,\\nAn toted dirt an lifted rocks.\\nEach man as strong as any ox.\\nT was lively workin there, you bet,\\nWhere every feller tried to get\\nHis hands on all the dust he could,\\nAn jes laid low a-sawin wood.\\nWe d scores o miners, rough an brown,\\nBut not a woman in the town,\\nNot one in the hull calabash\\nWe made our coffee, cooked our hash,\\n158", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "A Mining- Camp Incident\\nAn done the sevvin what was done,\\nAn baked our bread, an every one\\nSeemed quite content to do without\\nThe fairer sex you read about.\\nT was sech a high an healthy place\\nWe d never had a single case\\nO sickness sence the camp begun.\\nAn it astonished every one\\nWhen word was passed about one day,\\nA doctor s comin here to stay\\nAn everybody joked an said\\nThe doctor u d be the first one dead.\\nBut, sufiferin fish-hooks was n t we\\nA flabbergasted crowd to see\\nA woman come to camp one day\\nAn hang her shingle out? Why, say!\\nT was sech a howlin big surprise\\nWe hardly dast believe our eyes\\nAn all the fellers stood about\\nAs though it jes clean knocked em out.\\nKate Smith, M.D., her shingle read,\\nAn sirs, she meant jes what she said.\\n159", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "A Mining-Camp Incident\\nShe proved a lady through an through,\\nBut t was n t but a day er two\\nTill men who d been so strong an* well\\nAll had the blamedest, sickest spell,\\nAn not a man in all the camp\\nBut what he had a pain er cramp.\\nYou never see so many ills\\nIt kep her busy sellin pills\\nAn powders she was makin more\\nThan any doctor made afore.\\nThem who had boasted bein strong\\nAll fell to ailin right along;\\nBut every man at sought her art\\nWe knowed had trouble with his heart.\\nIt s hard to tell what we d a done,\\nAll gettin sicker, every one\\nOur claims a-goin all to smash,\\nThe doctor gettin all our cash\\nBut, finally, Jed Watkins, who\\nHad saved o gold a ton er two,\\nHe wed the doctor one fine day\\nAn took her to the East to stay.\\ni6o", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "A Mining-Camp Incident\\nT was curious as soon as she\\nWas wed an left the camp, why, we\\nAll went about our work again.\\nYou never see a lot o men\\nWho d all perfessed to be so sick\\nGet over anything so quick.\\nBut this we learned gals, when they please,\\nKin cause er cure the heart-disease.\\ni6i", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "THE JUMPIN -OFF PLACE\\n^T^HEN we reach the jumpin -ofif place, why,\\nI d jes like to know\\nWhich way a feller ort to jump, an where he s\\ngoin to go.\\nAn ain t there some delightful way in which it\\nmay be planned\\nSo as a mortal can pervide a nice, soft place to\\nland?\\nTo fill our pockets full o gold, it somehow seems\\nto me,\\nWould not prove, as the feller says, the very\\nbest idee;\\nPer gold an all sech earthly things, ef what I\\nthink is right,\\nLI only help to make the jolt the harder when\\nwe light.\\nI have a notion if we try all through our livin\\nyears\\nTo fill the world with sun an shine, an charm\\naway the tears,\\n162", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "The Jumpin -oif Place\\nAn speak the kind an lovin words, and do the\\nlovin deeds\\nAt all the while an everywhere most everybody\\nneeds,\\nAt we 11 become so kind o used to angel ways\\nan things\\nAt in our hearts we 11 sort o grow a pair o\\npurty wings,\\nSo when we come to leave the world we 11 jes\\njump off an fly\\nAn not go tumblin everywhere, but soar up in\\nthe sky.\\n163", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "TAKE IT EASY\\nD\\n^ON T you worry,\\nDon t you hurry\\nTake it easy when you can.\\nAllers choppin\\nWithout stoppin\\nTo grind your ax s a fooHsh plan.\\nDon t keep mussin\\nRoun an fussin\\nOver somepin Some I know\\nS so all-fired\\nWorn an tired,\\nMake the folks about em so.\\nDon t keep fightin\\nWithout sightin\\nTake your time an git your aim.\\nDon t ferever\\nShoot an never\\nBag your proper share o game.\\n164", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "Take it Easy\\nDon t you borrow\\nCare an sorrow;\\nMake more progress, so I find,\\nSometimes settin\\nRoun a-lettin\\nThings go bout as they ve a mind.\\nLike a feller\\nAt s kind o meller\\nAn easy -like no time to see\\nSome infernal\\nThing eternal-\\nLy distressin him an me.\\n165", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "ME AN LIZA JANE\\nTT s fifty year an more ago sence me an Liza\\nJane,\\nA-walkin home from meetin through a sweet\\nan shady lane,\\nAgreed it was the best fer us to join our hands\\nfer Hfe\\nAn hain t I allers blessed the day she said she d\\nbe my wife\\nWe ve had our little fallin s-out, the same as all\\nthe rest.\\nBut all the while I ve knowed at she s the kind-\\nest an* the best,\\nThe truest an fergivin est, fer I begin to see\\nShe s had to be an angel fer to git along with me.\\nFer sence I m gittin on in years I sort o set\\naround\\nAn kind o specellate about the things at s more\\nperfound\\n166", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "Me an Liza Jane\\nAn as my mind goes strayin back, along the\\npath o life,\\nI jes begin to see how much I owe that good,\\nold wife.\\nYou would n t think her handsome, cause your\\neyes 11 never see\\nThe many lovin deeds she s done to make her\\ndear to me.\\nBut, say the things at she s gone through, fer\\nlove o me an mine.\\nIs nuff to make a feller think her beauty most\\ndivine\\nI s pose I done the best I could to make her\\nburdens light,\\nYit, lookin back, I seem to see so much at\\nwasn t right\\nSo much at brought her sorrow yit, through\\nall the changin years,\\nI ve seen her keep her faith in me, a-smilin\\nthrough her tears.\\nAn now we re old together, but to me she s\\nyoung an fair\\nAs when the rose was in her cheek, the sunshine\\nin her hair\\n167", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "Me an Liza Jane\\nAn while I hold her hand in mine an* journey\\ndown the hill,\\nI ll make life s sunset good an sweet God\\nhelpin me, I will\\ni68", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "AN AUTUMNAL REVERIE\\nTUST an humble, plain-faced woman,\\nMiddle-aged an somewhat gray;\\nTrue an wholesome-like an human,\\nKind o grave an kind o gay.\\nMakes me think o early autumn,\\nGrapes a-purplin on the vine,\\nWhere the first faint frost has caught em,\\nCaught an kissed em into wine.\\nDeep-voiced boys now call her mother,\\nBaby boys that s grown to be,\\nBy some magic trick er other,\\nIn a year as tall as she\\nGirls that yesterday were clingin\\nTo her skirts, I ve seen o late\\nWith the neighbor boys a-swingin\\nAt the rose-wreathed garden gate.\\nWhile across her brow Time s finger\\nWrites the plainer tales o truth,\\nIn her heart there still must linger\\nAll the flowery dreams o youth.\\n169", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "An Autumnal Reverie\\nFields are sweet with bloomy clover,\\nLife is crowned with blissful joys\\nLove s pure gold she s coinin over\\nIn her happy girls an boys.\\nSeems as though the cup Fate brings us\\nIs a sort o bitter-sweet,\\nKind o soothes an kind o stings us,\\nMirth an melancholy meet.\\nGrief comes hushin all our laughter,\\nFairest skies are clouded o er,\\nBut the sunshine follows after.\\nAlways brighter than before.\\nSpring may fade an Summer vanish,\\nAutumn yield to Winter s sway,\\nYet the years can never banish\\nBeauty Love has crowned with May.\\nIn the chimney-corner, cozy,\\nDreamin in the firelight s glow,\\nI shall see her cheeks blush, rosy.\\nAs I saw them long ago.\\n170", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "WHITHER?\\nTT s a long, long time sence mother went away,\\nSence she went away an took the sunshine\\nwith her;\\nBut I m thinkin an a-thinkin about her every\\nday,\\nAn all the while a-askin Whither, whither?\\nAil the while a-askin Whither?\\nThe children all imagine at I m tolerably\\ncontent,\\nAn it s well they never guess how much I d\\nruther\\nThough all o them have done their best to please\\nme sence she went\\nBe where at I could spend my days with\\nmother\\nYes, sir I d like to be with mother.\\nIt pears like she can t be so very, very fur,\\nFer every now an nen she seems so near me,\\nEf no one else is listenin I sort o talk with her\\nAn somehow I believe at she can hear me\\nI really b lieve at she can hear me.\\n171", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "Whither\\nAn take it in the night, when I m sort o half\\nasleep\\nAn I think o somepin at I want to tell her,\\nAn fin my arm is empty where she allers used\\nto keep\\nHer head, at s mighty tryin on a feller\\nYou bet at s tryin on a feller.\\nIt s a long, long time sence mother went away,\\nSence she went away an took the sunshine with\\nher;\\nBut I m thinkin an a-thinkin about her every\\nday.\\nAn all the while a-askin Whither, whither?\\nAll the while a-askin Whither?\\n172", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "AUNT LUCINDA S COOKIES\\nBAKER, you have n t, in all your shop,\\nA cookie fit to be tried,\\nFor the art of making them came to a stop\\nWhen my Aunt Lucinda died.\\nI can see her yet, with her sleeves uproUed,\\nAs I watch her mix and knead\\nThe flour and eggs, with their yolks of gold,\\nThe butter and sugar, just all they 11 hold,\\nAnd spice them with caraway seed.\\nOh, that caraway seed I see the nook\\nWhere it grew by the garden-wall\\nAnd just below is the little brook\\nWith the laughing waterfall.\\nBeyond are the meadows, sweet and fair,\\nAnd flecked with the sun and shade\\nAnd all the beauties of earth and air\\nWere in those cookies, so rich and rare.\\nMy Aunt Lucinda made.\\n173", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "Aunt Lucinda s Cookies\\nSo, add one more to the world s lost arts,\\nFor the cookies you make are sad,\\nAnd they have n t the power to stir our hearts\\nThat Aunt Lucinda s had;\\nFor I see her yet, with sleeves uprolled,\\nAnd I watch her mix and knead\\nThe flour and eggs, with their yolks of gold,\\nThe butter and sugar, just all they 11 hold,\\nAnd spice them with caraway seed.\\n174", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE OLD BELL-COW\\nI X HEN I was but a boy, I loved so happily\\nto roam\\nThrough every nook and corner of the dear old\\ncountry home\\nAt dewy morn to pasture I would drive the cows,\\nand when\\nThe shades of eventide drew on, I drove them\\nhome again.\\nAnd one among their number I remember very\\nwell,\\nIt seems but yesterday I saw the cow that wore\\nthe bell\\nShe was not fairer than the rest, nor any finer\\nbreed.\\nYet all the others followed her, wherever she\\nmight lead\\nAnd in my youthful mind I used to wonder why\\nand how\\nIt was that all the cattle tagged the old bell-cow.\\n175", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "The Old Bell-Cow\\nStrange years of shadow and of shine have\\npassed away since then,\\nAnd now I mingle daily with the hosts of busy\\nmen.\\nAnd still I muse more earnestly than what I\\nused to do,\\nFor men, I find, are likewise quite peculiar\\ncreatures, too.\\nAnd some have natures made of gold, without a\\nspeck or flaw,\\nWhile some are only gilded forms, all padded\\nout with straw\\nAnd while the modest, worthy man the world is\\nslow to heed.\\nThe counterfeit, who loudly brags, steps in and\\ntakes the lead.\\nThe one who makes the noise is sure to catch the\\ncrowd and now\\nI know why all the cattle tagged the old bell-\\ncow.\\n176", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "o\\nTHE GOLDEN AGE\\n|H, the olden, golden days,\\nOh, the pebbled path that strays\\nWhere the yellow willow quivers by the river s\\nwinding ways\\nOh, the lazy, hazy stream\\nWhere the lilies drowse and dream,\\nTheir sunny hearts of honey in their burnished\\nbowls of cream.\\nOh, the youthful, truthful times,\\nWhen the world was wrapped in rhymes.\\nAnd hills and dells were silver bells that rang\\ntheir rarest chimes\\nOh, still they thrill me when\\nI thwart the thoughts of men,\\nAnd, just a boy, amid the joy of living, live\\nagain.\\n177", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "FOLLOWING THE BAND\\nT IFE was a joy when I was a boy,\\nIn the days of long ago,\\nWhen eye and ear could see and hear\\nThe things it was good to know.\\nBut the kind old earth once glad with mirth\\nAnd pleasures high and grand,\\nSeems stale and tame since I became\\nToo big to follow the band.\\nYet I dare say earth holds to-day\\nAbout as much or more\\nOf joy and cheer, right now and here,\\nThan ever it held before.\\nBut by our pride we re now denied\\nGood gifts on every hand\\nWe ve grown too proud to follow the crowd,\\nToo big to follow the band.\\nI d like to stray in a careless way\\nThrough the broad, green fields of youth,\\nAnd wander back along life s track\\nTo the blissful springs of truth.\\n178", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "Following the Band\\nI d like to trade my woes, self-made,\\nAnd the cares that come to men,\\nFor the keen delight of a boy s glad right\\nTo follow the band again.\\n179", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "THE MOTHER S DREAM\\nOY, your mother s dreaming there s a pic-\\nture pure and bright\\nThat gladdens all her homely tasks at morning,\\nnoon, and night;\\nA picture where is blended all the beauty born\\nof hope,\\nA view that takes the whole of life within its\\nloving scope.\\nShe s dreaming, fondly dreaming of the happy\\nfuture when\\nHer boy shall stand the equal of his grandest\\nfellow-men.\\nHer boy, whose heart with goodness she has\\nlabored to imbue.\\nShall be in her declining years her lover proud\\nand true.\\nShe s growing old her cheeks have lost the\\nblush and bloom of spring,\\nBut oh her heart is proud because her son shall\\nbe a king\\n1 80", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "The Mother s Dream\\nShall be a king of noble deeds, with goodness\\ncrowned, and own\\nThe hearts of all his fellow-men, and she shall\\nshare his throne.\\nBoy, your mother s dreaming; there s a picture\\npure and bright\\nThat gladdens all her homely tasks at morning,\\nnoon, and night\\nA view that takes the whole of life within its\\nloving scope\\nO boy, beware you must not mar that mother s\\ndream and hope.\\ni8i", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD S VICTORS\\nTTURRAH for the beacon-lights of earth,\\nThe brave, triumphant boys\\nHurrah for their joyous shouts of mirth,\\nAnd their blood-bestirring noise\\nThe bliss of being shall never die,\\nNor the old world seem depressed\\nWhile a boy s stout heart is beating high,\\nLike a glad drum in his breast.\\nYe wise professors of bookish things,\\nThat burden the souls of men,\\nGo trade your lore for a boy s glad wings,\\nAnd fly to the stars again.\\nNor grope through a shrunken, shrivelled world\\nThat the years have made uncouth,\\nBut march neath the flaunting flags unfurled\\nBy the valiant hands of youth.\\nOh, never the lamp of age burns low\\nIn its cold and empty cup,\\nBut Youth comes by with his face aglow.\\nAnd a beacon-light leaps up.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "The World s Victors\\nThe gloomiest skies grow bright and gay,\\nAnd the whispered clouds of doubt\\nAre swept from the brows of the world away\\nBy a boy s triumphant shout.\\n183", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "MOTHER S APRON-STRINGS\\nT T HEN I was but a verdant youth\\nI thought the truly great\\nWere those who had attained, in truth,\\nTo man s mature estate.\\nAnd none my soul so sadly tried\\nOr spoke such bitter things\\nAs he who said that I was tied\\nTo mother s apron-strings.\\nI loved my mother, yet it seemed\\nThat I must break away\\nAnd find the broader world I dreamed\\nBeyond her presence lay.\\nBut I have sighed and I have cried\\nO er all the cruel stings\\nI would have missed had I been tied\\nTo mother s apron-strings.\\nO happy, trustful girls and boys\\nThe mother s way is best.\\nShe leads you mid the fairest joys,\\nThrough paths of peace and rest.\\n184", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "Mother s Apron-Strings\\nIf you would have the safest guide,\\nAnd drink from sweetest springs,\\nOh, keep your hearts forever tied\\nTo mother s apron-strings.\\n,185", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "T\\nTHE UNWRITTEN LETTER\\nHE streets of the city seemed filled with\\ndelight\\nAnd glad with the babble of joy;\\nGay voices of pleasure made merry the night\\nAnd dwelt in the thoughts of a boy.\\nThe reefs of distress in that ocean of strife\\nWere hid in its sparkle and foam,\\nAnd youth found no time in the laughter of life\\nTo write to the loved ones at home.\\nHe loved them, ah yes for he knew they were\\ntrue\\nAnd would serve him in sickness or health,\\nNo task but their hands would most joyfully do\\nTo aid him in want or in wealth.\\nAt morning and evening they whispered his\\nname,\\nThough far from their paths he would roam.\\nYet found he no time in his pleasures for\\nshame\\nTo write to the loved ones at home.\\ni86", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "The Unwritten Letter\\nA message, Your mother is dead, and she\\ndied\\nWith the name of her boy on her tongue.\\nAnd oh, for the letter her heart was denied,\\nThe song that can never be sung\\nAnd all through the years he was angry at Fate,\\nQuite after the manner of men,\\nBut oh, twas forever and ever too late\\nTo write to that mother again\\n187", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "THE WHISTLING BOY\\nIT HEN the curtains of night, tween the\\ndark and the light,\\nDrop down at the set of the sun.\\nAnd the toilers who roam, to the loved ones\\ncome home,\\nAs they pass by my window is one\\nWhose coming I mark, for the song of the lark\\nAs it joyously soars in the sky\\nIs no dearer to me than the notes, glad and free,\\nOf the boy who goes whistling by.\\nIf a sense of unrest settles over my breast\\nAnd my spirit is clouded with care,\\nIt all flies away if he happens to stray\\nPast my window a-whistling an air.\\nAnd I never shall know how much gladness I\\nowe\\nTo this joy of the ear and the eye.\\nBut I m sure I m in debt for much pleasure I\\nget\\nTo the boy who goes whistling by.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "The Whistling Boy\\nAnd this music of his, how much better it is\\nThan to burden his life with a frown,\\nFor the toiler who sings to his purposes brings\\nA hope his endeavor to crown.\\nAnd whenever I hear his glad notes, full and\\nclear,\\nI say to myself I will try\\nTo make all of life with a joy to be rife,\\nLike the boy who goes whistling by.\\n189", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET OF SUCCESS\\n/^NE day, in huckleberry-time, when little\\nJohnny Flails\\nAnd half-a-dozen other boys were starting with\\ntheir pails\\nTo gather berries, Johnny s pa, in talking with\\nhim, said\\nThat he could tell him how to pick so he d come\\nout ahead.\\nFirst find your bush, said Johnny s pa, and\\nthen stick to it till\\nYou ve picked it clean. Let those go chasing\\nall about who will\\nIn search of better bushes but it s picking tells,\\nmy son\\nTo look at fifty bushes does n t count like pick-\\ning one.\\nAnd Johnny did as he was told and, sure enough,\\nhe found.\\nBy sticking to his bush while all the others chased\\naround\\n190", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "The Secret of Success\\nIn search of better picking, t was as his father\\nsaid;\\nFor, while the others looked, he worked, and thus\\ncame out ahead.\\nAnd Johnny recollected this when he became a\\nman.\\nAnd first of all he laid him out a well-determined\\nplan;\\nSo, while the brilliant triflers failed with all their\\nbrains and push,\\nWise, steady-going Johnny won by sticking to\\nhis bush.\\n191", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "NOW AND WAITAWHILE\\nT ITTLE Jimmie Waitawhile and little Johnnie\\nNow\\nGrew up in homes just side by side and that,\\nyou see, is how\\nI came to know them both so well, for almost\\nevery day\\nI used to watch them in their work and also in\\ntheir play.\\nLittle Jimmie Waitawhile was bright and steady,\\ntoo,\\nBut never ready to perform what he was asked\\nto do;\\nWait just a minute, he would say, I 11 do it\\npretty soon,\\nAnd things he should have done at morn were\\nnever done at noon.\\nHe put off studying until his boyhood days were\\ngone;\\nHe put off getting him a home till age came\\nstealing on\\n192", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "Now and Waitawhile\\nHe put off everything, and so his life was not a\\njoy.\\nAnd all because he waited just a minute while\\na boy.\\nBut little Johnnie Now would say, when he had\\nwork to do,\\nThere s no time like the present time, and\\ngaily put it through.\\nAnd when his time for play arrived he so enjoyed\\nthe fun;\\nHis mind was not distressed with thoughts of\\nduties left undone.\\nIn boyhood he was studious and laid him out a\\nplan\\nOf action to be followed when he grew to be a\\nman;\\nAnd life was as he willed it, all because he d not\\nallow\\nHis tasks to be neglected, but would always do\\nthem now.\\n13 193", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "Now and Waitawhile\\nAnd so in every neighborhood are scores of little\\nboys\\nWho by and by must work with tools when they\\nhave done with toys.\\nAnd you know one of them, I guess, because I\\nsee you smile\\nAnd is he little Johnnie Now or Jimmie Wait-\\nawhile?\\n194", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "A DAY-DREAM\\nJOHN HENRY sat on a hard, oak bench in the\\nBig Grove district school;\\nHe was tired of being shut indoors he was tired\\nof rote and rule\\nHe was tired of everything dull and slow,\\nAnd he sighed to get outdoors and grow.\\nThe old, school clock ticked on, tick-tock, but\\nso lazily, alas\\nThat the poor boy sighed to himself and thought\\nthe day would never pass\\nAnd he said, with a tinge of deep disgust,\\nI wish that blamed old clock u d bu st\\nAnd by and by on the slanting desk he laid his\\nweary head,\\nAnd looked outdoors where the apple-trees were\\nblooming white and red\\nOut through the window where it seemed\\nAbout like Paradise, and dreamed.\\n195", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "A Day- Dream\\nHe dreamed of the meadows fresh and fair, and\\nhe dreamed of the butterflies,\\nThe happy birds, the busy bees, the lovely, deep-\\nblue skies,\\nAnd the drowsy songs of babbling brooks\\nHe dreamed of everything but books.\\nHe knew that down in the sunny vales the cow-\\nslips were in bloom,\\nAnd he fancied he could almost smell the blue-\\nbells faint perfume\\nAnd he dreamed he wandered gaily through\\nThe woods where the sweet May-apples grew.\\nAnd by and by a robin came and perched upon\\na tree\\nClose by the schoolhouse window, where the\\ndreaming boy could see\\nAnd he said, I 11 pretend I ve got a gun,\\nAs boys will often do in fun.\\nAnd quite forgetting he sat in school, he aimed\\nhis finger straight\\nAt the happy bird that swung outside, not think-\\ning of its fate,\\n196", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "A Day-Dream\\nTill the boy whose aim was fixed, cried,\\nBang!\\nAnd the loud report through the schoolroom\\nrang.\\nThe scholars were greatly scared, of course, but\\nthe robin flew away,\\nAnd the boy who had wandered in a dream got\\nno recess that day\\nAnd the teacher then laid down the rule\\nBird-shooting not allowed in school.\\n197", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "A HAPPY FAMILY\\nT KNOW a happy family of cunning boys and\\ngirls,\\nWho have such round and rosy cheeks and pretty,\\ngolden curls.\\nIn all that they may have to do they pleasantly\\nagree,\\nAnd every one of them is kind and good as good\\ncan be.\\nThey never call each other names, nor pull each\\nother s hair,\\nNor find the slightest bit of fault with what they\\nhave to wear.\\nThey never cry at night because they have to go\\nto bed.\\nNor ever frown at any one, no matter what is\\nsaid.\\nNot one of them was ever known to try to tease\\nthe cat,\\nOr even have a wish to do a naughty deed like\\nthat.\\n198", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "A Happy Family\\nWhen they are asked to do a thing, they never\\nsay I sha n t\\nBecause they re dolls, these boys and girls, and\\nso, you see, they can t.\\n199", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "THE LIFE SCHOOL\\n]%^Y little boy came from his school to-day\\nWith his heart in a flurry of glee:\\nO papa they ve taken our pencils away,\\nAnd I m writing with ink said he.\\nAnd his breast is filled with a manly pride,\\nFor it joys him much to think\\nHe has laid his pencil and slate aside,\\nAnd is writing his words in ink.\\nO innocent child Could you guess the truth\\nYou would ask of the years to stay\\nMid the slate and pencil cares of youth\\nThat a tear will wash away\\nFor out in the great, wide world of men\\nThe wrongs we may do or think\\nCan never be blotted out again,\\nFor we write them all in ink.\\n200", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "I WISH AND I WILL\\nT WISH and I Will, so my grandmother says,\\nWere two little boys in the long-ago,\\nAnd I Wish used to sigh while I Will used to\\ntry\\nFor the things he desired, at least that s what my\\nGrandma tells me, and she ought to know.\\nI Wish was so weak, so my grandmother says.\\nThat he longed to have some one to help him\\nabout,\\nAnd while he d stand still and look up at the hill\\nAnd sigh to be there to go coasting, I Will\\nWould glide past him with many a shout.\\nThey grew to be men, so my grandmother says.\\nAnd all that I Wish ever did was to dream,\\nTo dream and to sigh that life s hill was so high.\\nWhile I Will went to work and soon learned, if\\nwe try.\\nHills are never so steep as they seem.\\n201", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "I Wish and I Will\\nI Wish lived in want, so my grandmother says,\\nBut I Will had enough and a portion to spare\\nWhatever he thought was worth winning he\\nsought\\nWith an earnest and patient endeavor that\\nbrought\\nOf blessings a bountiful share.\\nAnd whenever my grandma hears any one wish,\\nA method she seeks in his mind to instill\\nFor increasing his joys, and she straightway\\nemploys\\nThe lesson she learned from the two little boys\\nWhose names were I Wish and I Will.\\n202", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE WAY TO SLEEPYTOWN\\nTT^HICH is the way to Sleepytown?\\nLook in the bhnking eyes of brown\\nOr you may find the misty track\\nHid in the half-closed eyes of black.\\nWinding about and in and through\\nThe slumberous eyes of dreamy blue,\\nOr stealing across the eyes of gray,\\nOh, there you may find the drowsy way.\\nFollow along the crooked street,\\nTwisting about two tired feet\\nFeet that the whole day through have trod\\nPaths that led to the Land of Nod\\nKeep on going until you come\\nTo weary fingers and weary thumb.\\nOr the lips within whose gates of pearl\\nIs the languid tongue of a boy or girl.\\nThe path you seek will lead, mayhap,\\nInto the peace of a downy lap.\\nWhere angels have sprinkled the dews of rest\\nIn a gracious cradle of arms and breast.\\n203", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "The Way to Sleepytown\\nFarther on and the way has led\\nTo the calm of a prayer-encircled bed,\\nWhere mother is kissing the eyelids down,\\nAnd that is the way to Sleepytown.\\n204", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "MY OLD HOBBY-HORSE\\nTT is only a well-worn hobby-horse,\\nAnd you never would guess, to see\\nThis battered toy of a careless boy.\\nIt could seem so much to me.\\nFor never a steed of the highest breed\\nWas ever one half so fine,\\nOr half so fair as is this rare\\nOld hobby-horse of mine.\\nBut the little boy who rode this steed\\nHas finished his happy play,\\nAnd, smiling, gone through the gates of dawn.\\nTo the land of the Far- Away.\\nAnd the horse seems sad that once was glad,\\nAs he rocked o er hill and lea.\\nAnd crossed the streams in the land of dreams\\nTo the world that was to be.\\nAnd I often muse as he waiting stands\\nFor the rider who does not come,\\nWould his heart rejoice could he hear a voice\\nAnd the sound of a noisy drum?\\n205", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "My Old Hobby-Horse\\nAnd my soul, some day, shall steal away,\\nAnd we 11 ride to the Hills of Joy,\\nWhere I 11 place the rein in the hands again\\nOf the little, laughing boy.\\n206", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE JOY-BRINGER\\npLEASE don t wake the baby! His\\nmamma repeats it\\nA great many times, but he carelessly greets it,\\nFor how can a boy who is happy and healthy\\nGo creeping about in a way that is stealthy?\\nAnd so in the midst of the calm and the quiet\\nHe comes through the house with the din of a\\nriot.\\nAnd warningly shouts, mid his wonderful drum-\\nming,\\nDet out of ze way, for ze army s a-tumming\\nThe army is ^promptly suppressed. The up-\\nrising\\nThough earnestly brought is not really surprising;\\nBut all are aware it is but a deflection\\nAnd sure to break out in some other direction.\\nAnd so in a moment we rudely awaken,\\nThe house to its very foundation is shaken,\\n207", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "The Joy-Bringer\\nLook out for ze fire exclaims the fierce\\nrover,\\nZe engine s a-tumming, you 11 det runded\\nover\\nThe fire is put out, and sweet silence comes\\nstealing\\nAmong all the bruises of sound with its healing.\\nThe baby half dozes in innocent slumber,\\nWhen lo there are heard awful sounds without\\nnumber:\\nBass, alto and tenor, drum, fife and triangle,\\nAll tortured and crushed in one terrible tangle,\\nAs the drum-major cries, mid the horns awful\\nbraying,\\nEverybody teep still, for ze band is a-playing\\nAll those who have dwelt with a boy, and those\\nonly\\nWho now are without him, can tell us how lonely\\nA home may become, how distressed and how\\ndarkened,\\nWhen stilled is the music to which we have\\nhearkened.\\n208", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "The Joy-Bringer\\nAnd so in the night, with the lamplight low\\nbeaming,\\nAcross the snug cot where my babies are dream-\\ning,\\nI thank the good Lord that still safe in His\\nkeeping\\nMy army and engine and brass band is sleeping.\\n^4 209", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "SINCE PAPA DOESN T DRINK\\n11 TY papa s awful happy now, and mamma s\\nhappy, too.\\nBecause my papa drinks no more the way he\\nused to do.\\nAnd everything s so jolly now t ain t like it\\nused to be\\nWhen papa never stayed at home with poor\\nmamma and me.\\nIt made me feel so very bad to see my mamma\\ncry,\\nAnd though she d smile I d spy the tears a-\\nhiding in her eye.\\nBut now she laughs just like we girls it sounds\\nso cute, I think\\nAnd sings such pretty little songs since papa\\ndoes n t drink.\\nYou ought to see my Sunday dress it s every\\nbit all new,\\nIt ain t made out of mamma s dress, the way she\\nused to do.\\n2IO", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "Since Papa-does n t Drink\\nAnd mamma s got a pretty cloak all trimmed\\nwith funny fur,\\nAnd papa s got some nice, new clothes and goes\\nto church with her.\\nMy papa says that Christmas-time will pretty\\nsoon be here,\\nAnd maybe good old Santa Claus will find our\\nhouse this year.\\nI hope he 11 bring some candy and a dolly that\\ncan wink;\\nHe 11 know where our home is, I m sure since\\npapa does n t drink.\\n211", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "DON T\\nT MIGHT have just the mostest fun\\nIf t was n t for a word,\\nI think the very worstest one\\nAt ever I have heard.\\nI wish at it u d go away,\\nBut I m afraid it won t\\nI s pose at it 11 always stay\\nThat awful word of don t.\\nIt s Don t you make a bit of noise;\\nAnd Don t go out-of-door;\\nAnd Don t you spread your stock of toys\\nAbout the parlor floor\\nAnd Don t you dare play in the dust;\\nAnd Don t you tease the cat;\\nAnd Don t you get your clothing mussed\\nAnd Don t do this and that.\\nIt seems to me I ve never found\\nA thing I d like to do\\nBut what there s some one else around\\nAt s got a don t or two.\\n212", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "Don t\\nAnd Sunday at s the day at don t\\nIs worst of all the seven.\\nOh, goodness but I hope there won t\\nBe any don ts in heaven\\n213", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "THE CHILD AND THE BUTTERFLY\\nO BUTTERFLY, how do you, pray,\\nYour wings so prettily array?\\nWhere do you find the paints from which\\nTo mix your colors warm and rich?\\nThe butterfly, in answer, said\\nThe roses lend me pink and red.\\nThe violets their deepest blue.\\nAnd every flower its chosen hue.\\nMy palette is a rose-leaf fair,\\nMy brush is formed of maiden-hair,\\nAnd dewdrops shining in the grass\\nServe nicely for my looking-glass.\\n214", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "MY UNCLE CHARLEY\\n11 rY Uncle Charley he ain t got no children of\\nhis own,\\nNor any wife nor parentses, but just lives all\\nalone\\nIt must seem awful quiet cause he says he likes\\nthe noise\\nAt makes so many growed-up folks find fault\\nwith little boys.\\nHe says they ought to run an play an holler all\\nthey will\\nA boy won t grow a mite, he says, at has to keep\\nso still.\\nAn Chris mus-time he buys us horns an squawky\\nthings an drums,\\nAn ma she lets us have em, too, when Uncle\\nCharley comes.\\nHe says sweet things won t hurt your teeth as\\nmuch as parents say.\\nAn s pose they do, boys has to lose their first\\nones anyway.\\n215", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "My Uncle Charley\\nHe says that s why we ought to eat just all at\\nwe can get\\nOf sugar-candy things before we grow our second\\nset.\\nSo every time he visits us my Uncle Charley\\nbrings\\nHis pockets running over, most, with just the\\nnicest things\\nThey s candy-mice an candy-men, an lots of\\nsugar-plums\\nIt s most as good as Santy Claus when Uncle\\nCharley comes.\\nHe don t think little boys an girls should go to\\nbed so soon.\\nBut says they ought to stay up late an sleep till\\nnearly noon,\\nSo when he comes to our house, ma, she lets us\\nhave our way\\nAn us an Uncle Charley, we all play an play an\\nplay.\\nHe barks just like a dog an makes our old cat\\ngrowl an spit\\nHe knows the mostest funny tricks An when\\nthe lamp is lit\\n216", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "My Uncle Charley\\nHe makes us shadow-pictures with his fingers an*\\nhis thumbs\\nIt s good as going to a show when Uncle\\nCharley comes.\\nBut sometimes ma, she says she bets if Uncle\\nCharley had\\nA half-a-dozen boys an girls all carrying on like\\nmad,\\nAn turning things all upside down an crisscross,\\nevery day.\\nHe d want to pack his trunk right off an hurry\\nfar away.\\nBut one time when our neighbor s boy was awful\\nsick an died.\\nMa hugged an kissed us, every one, an cried an\\ncried an cried,\\nNor said a word when we was bad an scattered\\ncookie crumbs.\\nBut cuddled us just like she does when Uncle\\nCharley comes.\\n217", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "REGARDING SANTA GLAUS\\nOB JONES who lives across the street says\\nthere ain t no such thing\\nAs Santa Glaus he says that it s your pa and\\nma that bring\\nThe gifts you get at Ghris mus-time, but our girl,\\nMary Ann,\\nSays Bob 11 know a whole lot more when he s a\\ngrowed-up man.\\nShe says that Santa Glaus comes down the chim-\\nney in the night\\nAnd goes about the house the same as though\\nhe had a light.\\nAnd oh, so still you could n t hear no matter how\\nyou hark\\nI 11 bet our cat knows when he comes, cause cats\\nsee in the dark.\\nShe says he don t make no mistakes in giving\\nout his toys.\\nAnd never heeds the stockings hung by naughty\\ngirls and boys\\n2l8", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "Regarding Santa Claus\\nAnd them that s bad most all the while till\\nChris mus-time is near,\\nThey don t get such nice things as them that s\\nproper all the year.\\nI wish I d been a better boy, and never teased\\nthe cat,\\nNor stolen jell and cookies, and a lot of things\\nlike that,\\nBut every day till Chris mus comes good Santa\\nClaus 11 see\\nThe kind of boy that all next year I m going to\\ntry to be.\\nI m going to hang my stocking close to where\\nmy sister Kate\\nHangs hers, for she s so good and kind that\\nSanta Claus 11 hate\\nTo give her all that she deserves of presents nice\\nand fine,\\nAnd then pass by and never put a single one in\\nmine.\\nI kind of hope Bob Jones is right, for if it s ma\\nthat brings\\nMy gifts, instead of Santa Claus, I m sure I 11\\nget the things\\n219", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "Regarding Santa Claus\\nShe s heard me wishing for for ma s so good\\nand kind and dear\\nShe 11 never think I ve been so bad when\\nChris mus-time is here.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "I GOT TO GO TO SCHOOL\\nT D like to hunt the Injuns at roam the bound-\\nless plain\\nI d like to be a pirate an plough the ragin main\\nAn capture some big island, in lordly pomp to\\nrule,\\nBut I just can t be nothin cause I got to go to\\nschool.\\nMost all great men, so I have read, has been the\\nones at got\\nThe least amount o learnin by a flickerin pitch-\\npine knot;\\nAn many a darin boy like me grows up to be a\\nfool.\\nAn never mounts to nothin cause he s got to\\ngo to school.\\nI d like to be a cowboy an rope the Texas steer\\nI d like to be a sleuth-houn er a bloody\\nbuccaneer\\nAn leave the foe to welter where their blood had\\nmade a pool.\\nBut how kin I git famous cause I got to go to\\nschool.", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "I Got to Go to School\\nI don t see how my parents kin make the big\\nmistake\\nO keepin down a boy hke me at s got a name\\nto make.\\nIt ain t no wonder boys is bad an balky as a mule\\nLife ain t worth livin if you ve got to waste your\\ntime in school.\\nI d like to be regarded as The Terror of the\\nPlains\\nI d like to hear my victims shriek an clank their\\nprison-chains\\nI d like to face the enemy with gaze serene an\\ncool,\\nAn wipe em off the earth but, pshaw I got to\\ngo to school.\\nWhat good is rithmatic an things exceptin just\\nfer girls\\nEr them there Fauntleroys at wears their hair\\nin twisted curls?\\nAn if my name is never seen on hist ry s page,\\nwhy, you 11\\nRemember at it s all just cause I got to go to\\nschool.\\n222", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE SECOND TABLE\\nQOME boys are mad when comp ny comes to\\nstay for meals. They hate\\nTo have the other people eat while boys must\\nwait and wait.\\nBut I Ve about made up my mind I m different\\nfrom the rest,\\nFor, as for me, I b lieve I like the second table\\nbest.\\nTo eat along with comp ny is so trying, for it s\\ntough\\nTo sit and watch the victuals when you dassent\\ntouch the stuff.\\nYou see your father serving out the dark meat\\nand the light\\nUntil a boy is sure he 11 starve before he gets a\\nbite.\\nAnd when he asks you what you 11 have,\\nyou ve heard it all before,\\nYou know you 11 get just what you get and won t\\nget nothing more;\\n223", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "The Second Table\\nFor when you want another piece your mother\\nwinks her eye,\\nAnd so you say, I ve plenty, thanks, and tell\\na whopping lie.\\nWhen comp ny is a-watching you, you Ve got to\\nbe polite.\\nAnd eat your victuals with a fork and take a little\\nbite.\\nYou can t have nothing till you re asked and,\\ncause a boy is small.\\nFolks think he isn t hungry, and he s never\\nasked at all.\\nSince I can first remember I ve been told that\\nwhen the cake\\nIs passed around, the proper thing is for a boy to\\ntake\\nThe piece that s nearest to him, and so all I ever\\ngot,\\nWhen comp ny s been to our house, was the\\nsmallest in the lot.\\n224", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "The Second Table\\nIt worries boys like everything to have the comp ny\\nstay\\nA-setting round the table like they could n t get\\naway.\\nBut when they ve gone and left the whole big\\nshooting-match to me,\\nSay ain t it fun to just wade in and help myself?\\nOh, gee\\nWith no one round to notice what you re doing\\nbet your life\\nBoys don t use forks to eat with when they d\\nrather use a knife,\\nNor take such little bites as when they re eating\\nwith the rest.\\nAnd so, for lots of things, I like the second table\\nbest.\\nIS 225", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "BROKEN DOLLS\\nj\\\\ /TY baby s dolls are broken, there s a miss-\\ning leg or arm,\\nAnd one, indeed, has lost her head, but none has\\nlost its charm\\nFor be they old, or be they new, or be they large\\nor small.\\nWithin her heart so warm and true she keeps and\\nloves them all.\\nHow like a mother s perfect love, for though her\\nchildren mar\\nAnd bruise their precious hands and hearts with\\nmany a stain and scar.\\nIn Hope s deserted playhouse, filled with shattered\\nlives of men,\\nShe gathers all her broken dolls and kisses them\\nagain.\\n226", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "PRINTED AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS\\nIN CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS, FOR\\nFORBES AND COMPANY, PUBLISHERS\\nBOSTON AND CHICAGO, M D CCCC", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "IIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n018 395 503 2", "height": "2651", "width": "1627", "jp2-path": "bookofverses00wate_0240.jp2"}}