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Show v -Rippling Rhymes By WALT MASON. : i POOR HUMAN NATURE. I have a cottage in the hills, and there is always snow in sight; the mountains' endless snow, which chills the winds of summer day and niht And here I sit and think of friends who swelter in the baking town; and comfort such reflection lends I won der why I'm so low down? I picture fellows far away, where there's no sign of snow-capped peaks, who sigh and suffer day by day, through all the age-long summer weeks, and then I hug -myself and view the summits v.hite, O wondrous scene' and heave a selfish grin or two I wonder why I am so mean? With mortal men 'tis always thus; we sit before the winter blaze, and conjure up the homeless cuss who goes 'his lost, unsheltered ways The sense of contrast is the base of all enjoyment and all woe; 'lets look ourselves, then, in the face, and wonder why we've sunk so low. I res! upon a mountain's dome, and feel jmy heart expand with bliss; it would i not if the folks back home were having hav-ing weather Just like this If they I were not all baked and fried, my keen enjoyment would be lost; In my hill shack I'd take no pride I wonder why I'm such a frost? oo j |