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LEAVES. Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble -- no bigger than a star! --W.H. Davies, in The Spectator.
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Singing In Jail By ANNE CAMPBELL.
Through the busy street we went, And we paused in wonderment, Youthful voices there were blent, Singing in the jail!
"Blowing Bubbles!" so they sang, Members of a lawless gang, And their voices gaily rang, Singing in the jail!
Tears unbidden dimmed our eyes When we heard that song arise! Just to hear was a surprise, Singing in the jail!
If imprisoned, they can sing, If to hope they still can cling, If tonight their voices ring, Singing in the jail!
I can sing, who have no bars Locked between me and the stars, Like those souls, in spite of scars, Singing in the jail!
(Copyright, North American Newspaper Alliance, 1923)
TWILIGHT Brooding pink on the rim of a lake of pearl, Tender sky, slowly your soft clouds furl Over the hill, while two birds at vespers sing. And the tree tops take hands and guard in a silhouette ring My silent world.
Brood, sweet sky; and sing, sleepy thrushes, sing! Letting your flute notes fall and linger afar, Till out on the fading rose arises the silver light Of the first white star.
-Rita Berman, In Christian Monitor
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THE GREAT SECRET.
The're no diseases anymore that cannot soon be cured, You can't make any money when you get your life insured; Don't worry for your family, they will never be bereft: SO many things can now be cured, the're no diseases left; Though ills (obnoxious word) Used to prey on beast and bird, That time is gone forever, so physicians have averred. They have cured, so I am told, All the fatal ills of old, With the possible exception of an ordinary cold.
If you have appendicitis, that is nothing more than fun, And a case of diabetes isn't feared by anyone; Polycystics and nephritis, meningitis too, have gone; All these ills with names peculiar, cured forever and anon; But a cold remains a curse; It keeps getting worse and worse, Playing havoc with your temper, your appearance, and your purse, Doctors charge outrageous fees Curing every rare disease, But I'll give a million dollars if they'll cure me of my sneeze.
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Singing In Jail By ANNE CAMPBELL.
Through the busy street we went, And we paused in wonderment, Youthful voices there were blent, Singing in the jail!
"Blowing Bubbles!" so they sang, Members of a lawless gang, And their voices gaily rang, Singing in the jail!
Tears unbidden dimmed our eyes When we heard that song arise! Just to hear was a surprise, Singing in the jail!
If imprisoned, they can sing, If to hope they still can cling, If tonight their voices ring, Singing in the jail!
I can sing, who have no bars Locked between me and the stars, Like those souls, in spite of scars, Singing in the jail!
(Copyright, North American Newspaper Alliance, 1923)
TWILIGHT Brooding pink on the rim of a lake of pearl, Tender sky, slowly your soft clouds furl Over the hill, while two birds at vespers sing. And the tree tops take hands and guard in a silhouette ring My silent world.
Brood, sweet sky; and sing, sleepy thrushes, sing! Letting your flute notes fall and linger afar, Till out on the fading rose arises the silver light Of the first white star.
-Rita Berman, In Christian Monitor
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SOCIAL EPISODE.
There was a young lady named Moll Who purchased a new parasol, With handle so long That she had to be strong Or she couldn't have lugged it at all.
So intent was the beautiful Moll In lugging her long parasol, That she passed a young swain With a cumbersome cane And never once saw him at all.
What a narrow escape for that swain! Had she recognized him he would fain Have lifted his hat; But how could he do that And carry his cumbersome cane?