Songs of darkness, light, and death . aw on a steam emery continual dressing-s from half-trimmed witch hazel, The presenting- each day of my funeral the skull of a horse each morn in my trousers, Twas not very long- till Id speak up aloud. She was seeming-ly pleased and smiled at my answer. And said, youre lifes joy is only beg-un,Like a g-reeny, bewildered I list at a knot-hole. Where a robin for years had been rearing- heryoung-,Her shame was concealed that on me was visible. That kind loving- face I more daily admired,Oft wed haste to the boug-h that hung- from a maple.
Songs of darkness, light, and death . aw on a steam emery continual dressing-s from half-trimmed witch hazel, The presenting- each day of my funeral the skull of a horse each morn in my trousers, Twas not very long- till Id speak up aloud. She was seeming-ly pleased and smiled at my answer. And said, youre lifes joy is only beg-un,Like a g-reeny, bewildered I list at a knot-hole. Where a robin for years had been rearing- heryoung-,Her shame was concealed that on me was visible. That kind loving- face I more daily admired,Oft wed haste to the boug-h that hung- from a maple. And there she would swing- till my arms wouldgrow tired. LIGHT AND DEATH. l75 The fall term soon closed, I again went to father, To help haul wood and winter supplies,The squawking- of geese, the reports of rifles. Soon drove the bees from Simonses to the school-room and pretty Miss Dixon, I scarce knew a word in my primer as says Im a fool and may study at even, Oruwhat I have learned I will shortly 176 SONGS OF DARKNESS, THE ANGRY PECAN AND THE PLEASANT OAK. * How old art thou? the pecan cries,Oh! that you would resig-n,Of late your ag^ed and roug^h-barked rootsAre cling-ing- fast to mine. * Why sway so proud in the forest old When the storms are fierce and wild?Your old rough bark compares with mineAs a workman with a child. Your leaves are rough, like the critters tong-ue,Yet veined to a high degree,Their large ribs twist and laugh with scornAs they gaze on tender me. The raccoon hides in 3our deca3^ed thy limbs the panther fruit is food for only swine,Yet covered oer with burrs. Dont you feel ashamed, old oak. That 3OU are living? Tell me voice fast is growing weak,I will listen now to 3ou. LIGHT AND DEATH. 177 THE REPLY. Long- have I graced this forest wild,And proud, pecan, am I,That my old and roug-h-barked branches swaySo proudly in the sky. Hunters of yore, that are dead and knew not where to go,
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