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Show - IN OUR POETS . ;l - BACKYARD i j ,-. t CORN. ; Oaaapa K llr, tm cleaa Ravmltl 1 arana Kmaw I mw Thafarnr-xa lot, tba paptr aal4. la - w, woary tnd forlorn. Ha awata am Ml hia atubbora flaMa, I aad nona wlU aat hla eora. I Ha awaata amid hia rowa of eora, but corn la woaful ehap; Tha prtca tha farmer irata for it , jk-ould maka, a ana;l waap, Aad ao I haataaad forth ta hujv a I . doaaa aara of corn To TU1 an achlnff void and aid tha .armor ail forlorn. . I yaarnad to fill tha lunar mil with corn upon tha cob And In tha maantlma hlp to aaat tha ftrntr i thanklaas iob. - "A doien aarar I apoka a at a tha marchant clam may ad. "It aata you back a dollar and ft quarter, ha rapllad, LABRADOR. By Do C ftdatt-W I Bara dwall tha thr.ao rray alitara, 1 Tmpat, Famlna and Cold, Who hava In thlr hiavrta no marey Nor fear of tha atronf or hold. Thay alt an tha lea-lad movatalna Or rtda on tha bara; and floa, Wharavar' thalr fancy ladth Thay brine aach a bnrdan af won. Thay ataryaj thay fraaaa, thay tor-tur tor-tur AH man who com a tn thalr path, Daanhtara of rata and Horror. Thay wlthar tham. undar their wrath. 'Wara than of tha threa fray ale-tare ale-tare Who ward the wllda of tha North And ye who would bravo thalr - ener 'Take head bow yd ventura forth! THft FTiwirr. Kllea TboiwIaT Vwt Fowla. The cynlro nay that every roaa -la araardd by a thora that growa To apoll our poalaa; But I no plaaaura therefore lack, I kp my handa bhlad my back When erne II I n roeea., Though outwardly a gloomy abroad. The Inner half of every cloud le bright and ehlaiag, f therefore tura my cloudo about And always wesr them laalde out. , To eaow tba lining- v . With shoeo and stocking Our Idol's' feet srs msds of elay The etoay-hearted crltica say. With scornfot morklags; My Imsges are deified Because I keep them well supplied My modus operandi thla. To taka as nets of what's amiss And not a bad one. Becauss. aa Saakeepear Bead to ssy. A merry hesrt goes twice ths way That tires a aad ana. |