  Some certain misty yet tenable signs Of the oracular Raggedy Man, Happily found in these fugitive lines Culled from the album of ’Lizabuth Ann. FRIENDSHIPO Friendship, when I muse on you, As thoughtful minds, O Friendship, do, I muse, O Friendship, o’er and o’er, O Friendship—as I said before. LIFE“What is Life?” If the Dead might say, ’Spect they’d answer, under breath, Sorry-like yet a-laughin’:—A Poor pale yesterday of Death! LIFE’S HAPPIEST HOURSBest, I guess, Was the old “Recess.”— ’Way back there’s where I’d love to be— Shet of each lesson and hateful rule, When the whole round World was as sweet to me As the big ripe apple I brung to School. MARION-COUNTY MAN HOMESICK ABROADI, who had hobnobbed with the shades of kings, And canvassed grasses from old masters’ graves, And in cathedrals stood and looked at things In niches, crypts and naves;— My heavy heart was sagging with its woe, Nor Hope to prop it up, nor Promise, nor One woman’s hands—and O I wanted so To be felt sorry for! BIRDY! BIRDY!The Redbreast loves the blooming bough— The Bluebird loves it same as he;— And as they sit and sing there now, So do I sing to thee— Only, dear heart, unlike the birds, I do not climb a tree To sing— I do not climb a tree. When o’er this page, in happy years to come, Thou jokest on these lines and on my name, Doubt not my love and say, “Though he lies dumb, He’s lying, just the same!” |
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