Show i VEESICLES What Shes Thinking Of Maud kneeling hath so sweet an air Yet heres my word upon it Her thoughts are not all solemn prayer Bait partly Easter bonnet 0 q troit Free Press Excusable Of course they saw all of the splendor Th6 trappings and soldiery fine Yet their looks were less martial than tender As they gazed at the vast moving line For the glitter in all that procession Was less than the light of her eyes And his voice with its gentle expression Than the music far more did she prize No patriot zeal marked their bearing But curl not in scorn the proud lip For parades pray how could they be caring They were here on their honeymoon trip Washington Star Tho Old Story Farmer in a hotelbedtime Blows the light out bright man he Found next morn asphyxiated Nup It was a candle See Cincinnati Commercial Tribune A Pen Portrait Hair whose gold was deftly spun By viewless spindles of the sun Eyes whose silken fringes seem The curtains of a fairvs dream On mischief bent yet half demure The home thoughts and fancies pure Vher heavely lights have equal sway In union of the blue and gray Words whose sweetness cannot wane From lips like rosebuds after rain A heart whose softly rhythmic beat Is timed to all things true and sweet William H Hayne in Leslies Weekly |