The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . WHEN- GRANDMA DANCED THE MISCELLANEOUS. 349 My papa just belongs to meAnd mamma. And I guess The folks are blind who cannot seeHis buttons, marked U. S. U. S. spells us. Hes ours—and yetMy mamma cant help cry, And papa tries to smile at meAnd cant. I wonder why? THE CLOSING YEAR. 5 TP IS midnights holy hour,—and silence now Is brooding like a gentle spirit oerThe still and pulseless world. Hark! on the windsThe bells deep tones are swelling,—tis the
The American literary reciter; readings, delcamations and plays, original compositions and choice selections of the best literature .. . WHEN- GRANDMA DANCED THE MISCELLANEOUS. 349 My papa just belongs to meAnd mamma. And I guess The folks are blind who cannot seeHis buttons, marked U. S. U. S. spells us. Hes ours—and yetMy mamma cant help cry, And papa tries to smile at meAnd cant. I wonder why? THE CLOSING YEAR. 5 TP IS midnights holy hour,—and silence now Is brooding like a gentle spirit oerThe still and pulseless world. Hark! on the windsThe bells deep tones are swelling,—tis the knellOf the departed year. No funeral trainIs sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood,With melancholy light, the moon-beams restLike a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirredAs by a mourners sigh; and on yon cloudThat floats so still and placidly through heaven,The spirits of the seasons seem to stand,—Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumns solemn form,And Winter with its aged locks,—and breathe,In mournful cadences that come abroadLike the far wind-harps wild and touch-ing wail,A melancholy dirge oer the dead year,Gone from the Earth forever. Tis a t
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