. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. s better than a ride; Bringing to cheeks a rosy glow, As hghtly tripped he oer the snow; A glowing fire his eyes did meet, As him, his mother, with smiles did greet. 36 POEMS AND PROSE Thus winter days are whiled awayIn childish mirth and busy play;A studious boy was Thomas Hest,Always ready and at his best. DESCRIPTION Yonder house across the way,It is neither brick nor clay;A two story all in white,With its windows dazzling bright. Chimneys rear their heads on high,Smoke curls upward toward the sky;Its terrace is a haven of r
. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. s better than a ride; Bringing to cheeks a rosy glow, As hghtly tripped he oer the snow; A glowing fire his eyes did meet, As him, his mother, with smiles did greet. 36 POEMS AND PROSE Thus winter days are whiled awayIn childish mirth and busy play;A studious boy was Thomas Hest,Always ready and at his best. DESCRIPTION Yonder house across the way,It is neither brick nor clay;A two story all in white,With its windows dazzling bright. Chimneys rear their heads on high,Smoke curls upward toward the sky;Its terrace is a haven of apparelled in *its best. MY TRIP OUT TO THE JAMES There is not one who me blamesFor going out to the James,Though the view along this roadSuggested to me a .code By which all must abideAs I tell of my begin with, the cloudsThe rigid sun enshrouds. That was on our way out,And heres what lined the route,At us with grace doth nodA bunch of golden rod. And that sassafras bushIts way elbow and , ye may this route beats in MY TRIP OUT TO THE JAMES 37 Oh, how Id hke to roveWithin that walnut grove;Nice orchards here galore,And if Id but explore No telling what Id findAlong this witching blue grass abounds hereAnd blithe songsters so dear. A nice home on yonder hill,Isnt that so, Cousin WiU ?And just over the wayA witching prairie lay. You may recognize the viewAnd say to fair friends. Whew,Dont care for hills and dalesWhile my robe in the dust trails. But I with my skirt shortCan look away to the northAnd see a country fairWith clouds all drifting there. And when the James I see,I clap my hands with glee;And as I climb her hiUsMy heart with pleasure thrills. THE CLUB HOUSE (Continued from the above.) The club house on yon hill;For company needs a ville;Its veranda will doIn the early morns dew To recline at your easeAnd quaff in the pure in the dining hallIs a tiger on the wall. There it hangs oer the shelfLooking th
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