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Show E ' : a Gems In Terse b . j THE NEW OAKEN BUCKET. HOW dear to this heart nro the scenes of my childhood. A swagger cstato on Lone Island's Is-land's south shore Thu Btnooth shaven lawns and th sylck und span wlldwood. Tho pheasants, tho swans and tho peacocks pea-cocks K'llore, Tho wldo spreading parkland In perfect condition. Tho pools whero an orderly cataract fell, Tho well house, a dream In a stylo that's called mission; Tho new oaken bucket that hune In the well Tho mission oak bucket, tho silver bound bucKot, Tho gold mounted bucket that huns !-i tho welt! Tho cottage palatial of seventeen gables, Tho boathouse. the launches, tho steam yacht, tho yawl, Tho tonnts and squash courts, tho croon-house, croon-house, tho stables, Tho hounds and tho hunters I fondly recall. On each of theso items of fond recollection recollec-tion I love In tho years of my manhood to dwell, And for ono I confess an espocial afTcc-tton-Tho smart do luxo bucket that hung In tho well, Tho quartered oak bucket, tho gold mount M bucket. The Tiffany bucket that hung In tha welt. Caampagno Is mocker, and strong drink Is raging. Indulge nco produces a feeling forlorn. And water, cold water, lo best for as-suagtnr as-suagtnr The thirst that ensues on the subsequent subse-quent morn. And now when X wake with a c&so of kot coppers' And.Jondlo.a heed with .a mutaun rtren ,, j ' ' My fancy reverts .to that 'placed of popper's. pop-per's. , . Arid sighs for that bucket that hung tn tho well The sliver lined bucket, tho gold mounted bucket. The monofrrnmmed bucket that hung in tho well. Bert Leston Taylor In Life, EXPECTATION. ROLL on, O shining sun. To the far ecis! Bring down, ye shades "of ere, Tho soft salt brcezol ' Shir out. O stars, and light i My darling's pathway bright t As through the summer night She comes to raol John Hay. THE SECRET. YOU ask mo what I love in you, What virtue you possess Which most appeals, your youth. Tour truth or Just your loveliness? And I will tell you true, my dear. I love you Just because you're quetrt "VTOT all your beauty nor your youtir 3 -i Nor aught that you possess 1 Appeals to mo endearingly 1 As Just your foolishness. I Ah, yes, my dear, you're dear to me f Because you scorn ao queer to rati fc milE world is full of lovely maids, t Whom nil acknowledge fair, , And maidens who uro quit as true For whom I do not care. 1 I lovo you, dear and this is true 1 Just for tho silly things you do! 1 -Idler. I 'ARRY ON DISCONTENT. YOU cawn't 'avo hovorythlng you want. Thero ain't a blokb hon earth That doesn't sigh for something. Ill Don't caro how much 'o's worth. The poor man Blghs for money To heaso 'Is load of care; Tho rich man rubs 'Is shiny pato An' wishes 'o had 'nlr. The middle clarsa wants motorcars, ' But cawn't haftord 'em quite. I rpor beggars would bo satisfied Jf thoy could get a blto. Ha little 'am hand bread would do. Tho rich man sighs hand sighs Hand wishes 'o'd a stomach that Would stand for happlo pics. Ill don't care 'ow much that you 'avo Nor 'ow much you may get. Thero's halwaya something that you want. So hit's no uso to fret. Tht poor man 'as 'Is little wants; Tho rich man 'as 'is caro. Is stomach's cither hout of whack Hor helse 'a 'as no alr. I Detroit Free Press. I SUPPLICATION. I T SEKK no smllo from fortune kg Nor ask release from pain. I And yet I crave high portion 1 Of Ufa's most golden gain. a mills la tho prayer that rudders 1 My ship In any sea: 9 Through shift of hopes and shudders. Ood, let mo sail on free! W -Lolgh Mitchell Hodges. MY SHIPS. '" & TF all tho ships I havo at sea i x -Should come n-salllng homo to mo 1 Weighed down with gems and silk and 1 cold j Ah, well, tho harbor could not hold a So many sails as thero would bo I If all my ships camo In from seal 1 TF half my ships came homo from sea 1 And brought their precious freight to 1 mo Ah. woll, I should havo wealth as great 1 As any king who sits In state, So rich tho treasures that would bo In half my ship now out at coal TF Just ono ship I havo at sea -1- Should como n-snlllng homo to mo Ah. woll, tho storm clouds then might frown, For If tho others nil went down Still rich and proud and glad I'd bo If that ono ship camo homo to mo! j TF that one ship wont down at sea And nil tho othors came to mo Weighed down with gems and wealth untold. un-told. With glory, honor, riches, gold. Tho poorest soul on earth I'd bo If that ono s'dp camo not to me. O SIES' Ki,m! winds, blow free rT . .. ?.w nU n,y HhlD8 8af0 lmo to mol But If thou sendest somo nwraclc. To neverxnoro come sailing back. Bend any, all. that skim tho sea. But bring my lovo ship homo to me. Klla Wheeler Wllcor. THE VICTOR. ( "MOT he alone who worldly power ' And honor bore, Nor ho who for some talent raro The laurel wore, TUT ho to whom hard luck was all - latc choso to send. Yet who maintained a dauntless light Unto the end. Charlotte Becker In New York Sun. ' A WARNING. -O chanco can ravish from thy resolute -' gra&p One greatest good; no power can break thy clasp. Only thyself, stooped to ignobler quest. May cheat theo of tho will to seek the bost. Century Magazine. A PRAYER. TEACH me. Father, how to go Softly as tho grasses grow. S Hush my soul to meet the shock Of tho wild world as a rock. ' But my spirit, propt with power. V aiakn as simplo as a flower. Let tho dry heart fill its cup, Like a poppy looking up. Lot llfo lightly wear her crown. Like the poppy looking down When its heart is fllled with dew And its llfo begins anew, Teach mo, Father, how to bo ' Kind and patient as a tree. Joyfully ths crickets croon i Under shady oak at noon. , t, Beetle, on his mission bent, j Tarries in that cooling tent. j j Lit me, also, cheer a spot, -I J Hidden field or garden grot J M Place where paaslns souls can rest 1 On the way and bo their test. M -Edwin Markhaas. ! jf |