Salt Lake Tribune | 1901-04-11 | Page 4 | Rhymes of the Day

RHYMES OF THE DAY The Imllfforont Bard Haste Fame or elsa they step so low Through empty space will mock Ill wait iliac note en now I go To bed at 9 oelock Chicago RecordHerald o a 10 TO SIXTEEN I Who could believe my little queen So mall years wcro thine sixteen I That silting ont thy head their gold So muny moon laid oer theo rolled But stranger still to me a sage And more appalling than thlno age Is thai In all this waste of years I So saldst thou and with smiles net tears Years that diplomas might have oarnedr To lovo as yet thou hast not learned What sixteen ycaio Were It a week But In less time have girls learned Greek And In less tlmo havo eyes less blue Won hearts yes worlds and lost thorn too In half the years that thou hast told And not half trying Ive grown old I I learned thou hast not I as true Have not forgot what once 1 know I Let me then straight thy teacher be Since I can nothing learn of thee ncrH Charles Henr Webb In the April Scrlb