. Daily Colonist (1895-05-19) . below,How loft, now right, now day, now night, With a tick, tock to and fro. Tho pussy willow in coat of fur,1 A awoot pink roso in tho wind astir,A niaplo leaf with a crimson blush,Then fulling snow-flakes and winters tick, tick, tock, goes tho mighty clock, And the world swings on below,Budding, blowing, Hhining, ,With a tick, took to and fro. A littlo song when tho heart is glad,A littlo sigh whon tho way is sad,Whether the shadows or sunbeams fall,Sweet and dreaming at last for all,While tick, ti;:k, tock goes the mighty clock, And
. Daily Colonist (1895-05-19) . below,How loft, now right, now day, now night, With a tick, tock to and fro. Tho pussy willow in coat of fur,1 A awoot pink roso in tho wind astir,A niaplo leaf with a crimson blush,Then fulling snow-flakes and winters tick, tick, tock, goes tho mighty clock, And the world swings on below,Budding, blowing, Hhining, ,With a tick, took to and fro. A littlo song when tho heart is glad,A littlo sigh whon tho way is sad,Whether the shadows or sunbeams fall,Sweet and dreaming at last for all,While tick, ti;:k, tock goes the mighty clock, And the world swings on bolow,Smiling, sighing, singing, crying, With a tick, tock to and fro. So is tho way, my own little one,Our world belongs to that clock, tho sun,And tho hand that somowliero Keeps tho keyla the same that holdoth you and nie,Whilo tick, tick, tock goes tho mighty clock, And tho world swings on below,Now left, now right, now clay, now night, With a tick, took to and fro. -Harriet F. Blodgett in St. FROM CRADLE TO GRAVE. Lifes Moving iioramu Illustrated In aNew York Street Scene. A living picture of lifos moving pan-orama was presented at Broadway andTwenty-third street ono day last was a procession. It was a processionformed by chance, but tho utmost delib-eration could not have made it toll aplainer story of life. First came a wagon piled high withbaby carriages—frail littlo vehicles tocarry frail inches of humanity asthey began the uncertain journey overtho tortuous ways of this world. Then followed u pony cart carryingtwo laughing boys advanced only f;irenough iu tho great highway of liio torealize that there were roses in thopath, but not to know of tho thorns. Behind tho boys, in a dogcart drawnby a high stepping cob, wore two youthson tho threshold of manhood. Onewore on the lapel of his coat a collogopin on a bit of blue ribbon, tho other apin of different design on a yellow knotof silk. They were engaged in earnestconversation, ap
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