Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1922-07-06 | Page 4 | Invitation

INVITATION 1 j By BERTON BRALEY 1 know a little lake where the wavelets seem to ntako t A rippling sort of tune, soft and low; j A lake of purest blue which the sunshine flickers through. As you paddle your canoe to and fro. wr There's a shack upon the shore just a shack and nothing more, j But you'll always find the door open wide, j It's a sort of haven where there Is neither fret, nor care Come along with me up there and abide j There's a fresh and pinev breeze that comes rustling through the t1'" There Is rest and calm and ease, night and dav, Too can swim In sheer delight through the water clear and b tight, m1- And you'll gain SOME appetite from your play Or in some cool forest nook one can sit with pipe and book, Or with pole and line and hook, tempi the trout There is neither strain nor stress, but a peace you can i express I With Dame Nature's loveliness all about. I And at nighttime we can sit by the fire, where shadow? flit, And the owls proclaim "To-whlt" and "To-whoo"; J And we smoke and murmur of work and sorrow, laughter love, J While the stars shine from above, clear and true. Then a long and dreamless sleep till the light begins to creep I p the sky. and song birds cheep at the dawn. jj Come, regain our boyhood glee, drop your business cares and flee 'r To that little lake with me. Aw, come on 9' (Copyright. 1922. NEA Serviced