. Book of the Royal blue . y desk at break of dayI rush and {rrind all madly; I thump an old typewriter tillIt creaks and rattles sadly. I mutter deeply as I smoke to beat creation, The while the copy-chasers cussMe and all my relation, I clip, I swipe, I think .swift things,.d write them down in sorrow, Bei-ause deep in my heart I knowTheyll be forgot to-morrow. Uay after day I grind awayTo dig up something breezy; I turn a headache into people say its easy! Sometimes Tm even with the board—Which is a compensation; Sometimes I have two doUars—thenI have heart palpitation.
. Book of the Royal blue . y desk at break of dayI rush and {rrind all madly; I thump an old typewriter tillIt creaks and rattles sadly. I mutter deeply as I smoke to beat creation, The while the copy-chasers cussMe and all my relation, I clip, I swipe, I think .swift things,.d write them down in sorrow, Bei-ause deep in my heart I knowTheyll be forgot to-morrow. Uay after day I grind awayTo dig up something breezy; I turn a headache into people say its easy! Sometimes Tm even with the board—Which is a compensation; Sometimes I have two doUars—thenI have heart palpitation. Tm joshed by every other thinks it fimny—very; Im overlooked or fervent cussedBy people literary. For often people stop awhile And criticise you gaily;For they cant see why you dont write Three masterpieces daily. I cuss, I rave, I sulk, I cut loose from it never; For men may come and men may go—But I grind on forever. -/Micell (Hnii B> {San Fi-uih-m;, Bul/,tii. BOOK OF THE ROYAL THE AMPHIBH MY DARLING. Day has lengthened into nif> supersedes the light;Slowly down the path I go,Leading to my home below. At the window watching thereStands a child so pure, so fair;How she laughs and cries with gleeWhen she catches sight of me! From her now I try to shes quickly at my side;When I clasp her to my breastWhere she loves to lie at rest. Tales si,.-She s|Soon sluThen I ki for bed. Peacefully she lies oer her vigils keep;As I smooth her rumpled hair,From my heart I breathe a prayer. Thoughts of her give me new life,Courage fresh to face the strife;Care my dear shall never knowWhile I live—I love her so. —James T. SidUvaii {Boston Post). BOOK OF THE ROYAL BLUE.
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