People's Pilot, Volume 4, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 October 1894 — SENTIMENT IN VERSE. [ARTICLE]

SENTIMENT IN VERSE.

A Leading Question. there’ll come a time, wc know not when— No dogs will have the rabies; And all the world will bring forth men; But— where will be the babies? —Atlanta Constitution. Wilt Thou Be Dong ? Wilt thou be long? The workful day is o'er; The wind croons softly to the sleeping sea; At the old spot, upon the lonely shore, I wait for thee. Home to his nest the swift gray gull is winging; Through the still dusk I hear the sailors’ song: Night to the weary rest from toil is bringing— Wilt thou be long? Wilt thou be long? The darkness gathers fast: The daisies fold their fringes on the lea: Time is so fleeting, and youth will not last— Oh come to me! In the clear west a silver star is burning, But sad misgivings all my bosom throng; With anxious heart I watch for thy returning— Wilt thou be long? —E. Matheson, in Chambers' Journal.

Who Could Blame Her t Petite and fair, with golden hair Of nature's honest dye— She looked divine while in the brine. To her lover standing by. But suddenly she gavea scream, And he a mighty grab". He dragged her to the shining sands. Upon her foot a crab! The green crustacean sidled off And vanished in the sea. “I cannot harm it. dear,” he said, “Because it seems like me. You charmed it as you're charming me— Oh, please to understand. It sought possession of your foot— I ask you for your hand!” Then with a wealth of tenderness She raised her eyes and whispered: “Yes!" ■ —N. Y. Recorder. The Happiest Heart. Who drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust will find the sword of fame; The dust will hide the crown; Ah. none shall nail so high his name Time will not tear it down. The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet And left to Heayen the rest. —John V. Cheney, in Harper's Magazine. Opportunity. The rising sun. with golden light, The birth of day declares; But ere we think, the solemn night Steals o'er us unawares. So thus when man is in his prime And honors o'er him shower. Along will come old Father Time And wilt him as a flower. A lesson then for me and you ' As on through life we speed; Now is the only time to do— Take warning then and heed. •‘Another day” may never come, Nor opportunity, * And this day’s work when it is done ] May be the last for me. —Percy Smith, in Ram’s Horn. The Middle of the Road. , Never mind how the wild wind blows—- “ Keep in the middle o’ the road!” Never mind how the old world goes—- " Keep in the middle o' the road!” Time is a-flyin’: No time for sighin’— Hurry along with your load! Never complainin', Shinin’ or rainin'— “Keep in the middle o’ the road!” Never mind if the way is rough—- “ Keep in the middle o' the road!” When you reach the end ’twill be smooth enough—- “ Keep in the middle o' the road!" Biowin' or snowin', World keeps a-goln’— Goin’ along with its load! Nights may be dreary, Days may be weary, But there's rest at the end o’ the road! —Atlanta Constitution. She—“ Speaking of brave deeds, I once prevented a man from committing suicide.” He—“ Howl” She—“l married him.” Harlem Life. “I want a position for my son as an editor.” “What are his qualifications?” “Failed in everything else.”—Atlanta Constitution.