The Wandering Singer and His Songs, and Other Poems

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F. Hodgman, 1898 - American poetry - 185 pages
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Page 121 - IF March comes in like a lion, It will go out like a lamb ; For
Page 99 - His tasks are well done, And, as low falls the sun, The pioneer rests from his labors; The life he has spent Has been crowned with content, To the joy of his children and neighbors.
Page 117 - at home; Where the woodpecker drums on some dry, hollow tree, And the red squirrels race in exuberant glee; Where the bees and the humming-birds gather their fee From the buttercups, clover, and daisies. I love in these back-country byways to roam When the hot dusty days of the summer have come; Where the broad leafy
Page 127 - be. The lawyer may study his musty tomes For the laws of a thousand years ; The doctor visit the stricken homes Where sickness or death appears ; The preacher may plead with his fellow man, And offer salvation free To win an immortal soul if he can, But neither of these
Page 118 - there I find rest and contentment complete 'Mid the tall nodding grasses and posies. I love in the back-country byways to roam When the glorious days of October have come; When the oaks are still clad in their
Page 64 - GROWN." When half the toilsome way was passed, we rested by the stone Within whose cleft a cherry pit had taken root and grown; The cleft was not so very wide, just half an inch or
Page 128 - d be, An engineer I 'd be; For the labor that filleth my heart with cheer Is the work of the civil engineer. I will bridge the straits, and the rivers I
Page 137 - no; I thank you kindly, But beer I never drink." "Veil, now I've done my dinner, Come have a shmoke mit me " " I never use tobacco, And so that cannot be.
Page 128 - span, And their beds I will tunnel through, While the boats shall float in new channels I plan From the lakes to the ocean blue; To the cities I
Page 99 - for humanity spoken, While for justice and truth, And the culture of youth, His promise has never been broken. The orchard and field Give him bountiful yield Of their fruitage, to add to his pleasures; His grandchildren play At his feet by the way, His heart's dearest, happiest treasures.

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