. Farm legends. nequivocally stated ;And lucky that which could escape Us all — that day we graduated! And when our guns were at full play, As oer the creaking stage we hauled tirst-class words got strayed away. And would not come back when we called themWe had to grope and stumble round. Just where our style was most inflated :Humility and nerve, we found, Were trumps, that day we graduated ! Ah me! it all was bitter-sweet— That time of music, flowers, and splendor; The future life we marclied to meet, The past, with memories rich and tender. A sombre fragrance tilled the air—A niou
. Farm legends. nequivocally stated ;And lucky that which could escape Us all — that day we graduated! And when our guns were at full play, As oer the creaking stage we hauled tirst-class words got strayed away. And would not come back when we called themWe had to grope and stumble round. Just where our style was most inflated :Humility and nerve, we found, Were trumps, that day we graduated ! Ah me! it all was bitter-sweet— That time of music, flowers, and splendor; The future life we marclied to meet, The past, with memories rich and tender. A sombre fragrance tilled the air—A niournfnl joy neer duplicated; That Day lue Graduated. 133 Both night and morning lingered there,That changeful day we graduated ! And when Good-bje came, grimly sure. And handed us our hands at parting,We saw on what a lonely tour Of out-door effort we were starting;We who had wrangled, schemed, and fought, As dear old friends each other rated ;Love twined about us, as it ought. That solemn day we graduated !. Poems of Sorrow and Death, THE BURNING OF CHICAGO, TwAS night in the beautiful city,The famous and wonderful city,The proud and magnificent city,The Queen of the North and the riches of nations were gathered in wondrous and plentiful store;The swift-speeding bearers of Commerce were waiting on river and shore;The great staring walls towered skyward, with visage undaunted and said, We are ready, 0 Winter! come on with your hunger and cold!Sweep down with your storms from the northward! come out from your ice-guarded lair!Our larders have food for a nation ! our wardrobes have clothing to spare!For off from the corn-bladed prairies, and out from the valleys and hills,The farmer has swept us his harvests, the miller has emptied his mills;And here, in the lap of our cit}^, the treasures of autumn shall golden-crowned, glorious Chicago, the Queen of the North and theWest! n. Twas night in the church-guarded city, The temple and altar-decked city. T
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