The Clinton News Record, 1932-05-19, Page 3•
THURS., MAY 19, 1932
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THIS MODEST CORNER IS DEDICATED
TO THE POETS
Here They Wi11 Sing You Their Songs—Sometimes
Gay, Sometimes Sad— But Always Helpful
and Ins piling.
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• TRUE GREATNESS
Great is he
Who uses his greatness for all.
Ills name shall stand perpetually
As a name to applaud and cherish,
Not only within -the civic well
For the loyal, but also -without
• o. For the generolle and free.
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Who is just for the popular due -
As well as the private debit.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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IN MY GARDEN •
There's work to do in gardens;
• There's sowing of the seeds; •
There's digging and there's planning,
And there's •pulling up the weeds.
It's work that has no ending, •
There's things that may be done
From Coolness of the morning
Till - -setting of the sun-.
And Working in the garden.
• There's: time to think a late
• And solnehaw-life seems simpler,
When -working on the plot;
'It seems to ie like gardening,
You reap what flowers you sow,
And find a deal of pleasure
In helping things to grow.
—Lily Dean in Answers.
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LILAC -
Of all the lovely gifts the Spring be-
, stows
I think that lilac is the loveliest;
In garden prim and ragged hedge it
grows,
Its fragrant clouds of pearl and
amethyst
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By one and by twtos—
1 metethe, same faces
' - I meet every 'Spring,
The same pussy willows o , •
'And -birds on the wing. .
Lifting an, incense indleserbable
To the cleaT -azure of May's sunny
skied,
Winch, as they wane to sunset
Linger in lilaclight till evening
dial. •
White -blossomed• lilac's youth's epi-
tome; •
With pimple pinneeles a prince's
plume; ;
Regal, yet sweet with all simplicity,
The very •acme of the springtide
bloom.
Se' much for sunlit beauty—all
in vain
I strive to tell of lilac in the
rain
• —Tly Molly Bevan.
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SPRING FLOWERS
IVfy friends are retuentng, •
• I met one today •
Ac I walked to a neighbor's
.Tust over the way,
I paused in. a meadow
to fasten my shoe
And out of the grasses
A violet looked through.
Deep down in my heart
Came a feeling serene
As I watched the red 'buds
Of the male turn green
And crossing a wood
Quite lengthy and wide
I saw friendly faces „
Line up on each side.
Here gold dandelions
Were bursting with news,
And all througih the eonntry
INFLIJENCII •
TO MY MOTHER
Soft,. seentlees, feathery flowers Oof
Were in my garden -border -set;
Beside them, clothed in tender gree,
Grew- the dear, fragrant mignon -
I plucked a spray -of blossoms lehte,,
And kept them with me in any
ripome.
And suddenly I -cattle aware •
Of faint fragrence , from their
blooni! '
I could not think what it might mean
That.such a fragrance I 'should get
Prom scentless flowers, until I
thoug-ht—
They grew beside the mignonette!
So, haply; from this life id' mine
May come a spreading fragrance
yet; •
I surely should- some grace have
caught—
I grew beside thee, Mignonette!
--Estelle M. Hart.
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"THE RIGTITEOUS MAN IS. MER-
CIFUL TO HIS BEAST" ,
A. man eof kindness to his beast is
kind,
But brutal actions show a brutal
•-'" mind.
Relhember, He who made you, made
the brute; -
rhie gave you speech and reason,
fanned him mute—
Re caret complain, but God's all -see-
ing eye
Beholds your cruelty; He hears his
cry. -
He was designed your helpmate, not
your drudge;
And know this—his Creator is your
judge.
—Old Stanza.
MAPLE BLOOM
g In green, lacy -bloom
The old maple tree
Lifts- over the pavement
A fan, mystery.
• It reaches and swings'
To the rushing of cars.
It glows to the street lamps
• And fades to the stars.
In the hargh traffic
Still bringing to (birth
• By pavement and building
The sweetness ef earth—
The hidden, enduring
Sweetness of earth.
—J. E. II. 1Vracclonald• .
FORTUNE •
One day a gypsy stopped me,
Held my hand and said.
You'll not want for shelter, •
Silver coins, or bread.
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Here are silken dresses,
Roses for your hair, •
But you're going to banish
One for whom you care.
Of eaurse I didn't -believe her,
I think I said so, too—
Now and then I Wonder •
How the gypsy' knew! '
- —Helen Welshimer.
MAKE HIM HELP
The wolf that Proveled about my dolor
Does not patrol there any more,
One night I called hirn frann the'
street •
And opened up my balance sheet.
And soon I saw -a tear -drop shut
For I had touched the beastie'e heart.
And since that day his every deed
Has proven him a friend in need.
Each morning while I rake the coals
He. brings us neighbor's milk and
Tolls,
He filches things from tradesmen's
stores,
He Slinks through ;open kitchen doors
To come back home wtth cakes and
cheese,
As well as meats and groceries.
Oh, may aur life be ever thus
With, Mister Wolf as one of ns!
When skies were dark anel winds
• were rate, • .•
He offered its •a helping yaw.
And tbab is why we're getting by—
The wide, the wolf, the kids and I!
—Arthur /Anima/in in judge,
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A SONG OF SUNRISE
Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Bails, pure gold, o'er the cloud -cup's
'Where spurting and suppressed it
For not a froth -flake touched the rim
Of yonder gap in.the solid` gray
Of the eastern :cloud, an hour away;
But forth pne wavelet, then another,
curled,
Till the whale sunrise, not to be
• supplest,
Rose, Teo/de-lied, and its seething
breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then
overflowed the world,
• —.Robert Bronthg.
THE BUTTERFLY
0 winged brother ;on the harebell,
stay—
Was God's .hand very pitiful, the
hand '
That wrought thy beauty at a
dream's demand?
,`Yea, knowing I love so well the
' flowery way,
Be did not fling me to the world as-
tray.
He did not drop me to the weary
• sand,
But bore me gently to a leafy land:
Tinting my -wings, He gave me to
the day."
Oh, chide no more my doubting, my
despair!
I will go back now to the world ;of
men.
Farewell, I leave thee to the world of
air.
Yet thou hast girded up'my heart
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For He that framed the inpenetrable
plan,
And keeps IIie word with thee, will
. keep -with man.
Menchant,
SEA FEVER
I Intuit go do-wn to, the seas- again,
to the lonely sea and the sly,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a
star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's
song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face
and a grey dawn breaking.
I Must go down to the seas again,
for the call ef the wunning tide •
Is a wild call and a clear call that
may net be denied;
And all 1 ask is a windy day with
'white clouds flying,
And the flung spray • and the brown
epume, and the sea -gulls crying.
I must go dawn to the seas again -to
the vagrant gypsy life, -
To the gull's way and the whale's
way where the wind's like a 'whet-
• ted knife;
And all I ask is -a merry yarn from
•4 a laughing fellow -rover,
And quiet. sleep and a sweet dream
when the long trick's over.
• ' • —John Masefield.
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ON THE QUAY
I've novel: traveled foe more'n a day,
I never was one to roam,
But 1 like to sit en the busy quay,
Wistchiir the ships that says to me—
"Always somebody gain.' away,'
Somebody gettin' home."
I likes to think that the world's so
• wide—
'Tis grand to be livin' there,
Takin' a part in its goin's o . . .
Ah now ye're laughin' at poor old
John,
Talkin' works o' the world wi'
pride
As if he was doin' his share!
But laugh if ye will, when ye're old
as me
Ye'll find 'tis a rare good plan
To look at the world—and love it, -
Though never a !rob are ye fit to dd
Oh 't isret all sorrow and pain to see- ,
The work a' smother man. •
'Tis good when -the heart grows big
at last,
Too big for trouble to fill --
WA' room for the things that was only
„ -stuff
When woekini, an' winnin,' eeemed'
more'n enenfh— • •
Roosn for the 'world, the world so
, vast,
its peoples an' all their skill.
e • -
That's what I'm thinkin' an all the
days
I'm loafin' an' erne -kin' here,
An,' the ships do make me think the
most -•'
(Of readin" in books 'tis little .1'd'
beast),— •
I3ut the ships they carries me long,,
long wan,
An' draws far places near.
I sees the things that a sailor brings,. -
I hears the; stories he tells . . .
'Tis surely a wonderful world, indeed!'
'Tis more'n the peoples can ever -
need
An' I praises the Lord—to myself
sings—
Fos- the world in which 1 dwells.
An' I loves the ships niore every day -
Though I never was one to roam.
Oh! the ships is comfortin' sights to
zee,
An' they means a lot when they says •
to me—
"Always somebody gein' away,
Somebody gettin' home."
—John Joy Bell.
No Sleep, No Rest,
Stomach Gas is Cause,
Mrs. A. Cloud says: "For years I
had a bad stomach and gas. Was
nervous and could not sleep. Adlerika
rid Inc of all stomach trouble and
now / sleep fine." .1. E. Hovey, Drug-
gist.
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