. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. ) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep the sad old earth must borrow its miith, But has trouble enough of its , and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must d
. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. ) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep the sad old earth must borrow its miith, But has trouble enough of its , and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink lifes gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train,But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. Reprinted from Poems of Passionby Ella Wheeler Wilcox. By specialpermission W. B. Conkey , Ind. Page Seventy-two $hxe ^itxtiitrtit imit ffiite ^fatttUMs f««s. Knee-Deep in June James Whitcomb Riley On an early day in a memorable October, ReubenA. Riley and his wife, Elizabeth Marine Riley, re-joiced over the birth of their second son. They called him James Whitcomb . From The Complete Works ofJames Whitcomb Company (in 6 volumes.)Mr. Riley always replied when asked the directquestion as to his age, I am this side of 7, 1853, is the generally accepted date of hisbirth. (Died July 22, 1916) hotograph by Mecca Studio Tell you what I like the best—Long about knee-deep in June, Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine,—some afternoon Like to jes git out and rest,And not work at nothin else! Orchards where Id ruther be—Neednt fence it in for me!—Jes the whole sky overhead,And the whole airth underneath—Sorto sos a man kin breatheLike he ort, and kindo hasElbow room to keerlessly Sprawl out lenthways on the grassWhere the shadders thick and so
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