Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1920-09-06 | Page 5 | Rippling Rhymes

! Rippling' Rhymes By WALT MASON - Jl THE RELEASE When Old Hiram Rumble was planted. plant-ed. I sighed like a son of a gun, al- though I was rather enchanted to I know thai his troubles were don?. liSome symptoms of grief are expected, when neighbors or friends pnau away, wi' have lo look sad anel dejected, and give our amotions some play. When cod Hiram Rumble was living, he cor-nered cor-nered all anguish and pain: each hour m its passiflg was giving some Joint an additional strain. His nights were lead-footed and sleepless, Ins days had the semblanco of years; and if he was dry-eyed and. yfcepless, 'twas because ho had run out of tears Hut now nil hln torture i ended, he sleeps In his I tomb like a child; then why should our garments be rended. and whj should our waitings bo wild? Above him the blue grass Is seeded, above h;m ihc daisies have grown, the heat of the summer's unheeded, the cold H the Wlnter'su nknown. Rhcumat-may Rhcumat-may torture and -rack us. and put - ll our lives out of tune all manners of ills may attack us. but Hiram is strictly immune And so I knew little ot sorrow when over his casket I Stood; I doubt if old Hiram would bor-' iow one hour of this life if he could