527. Inspiration Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,
Is inspiration, eager to pursue,
But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,
528. Fading All in the beautiful Autumn weather
One thought lingers with me and stays;
Death and winter are coming together,
529. Don'T Drink Don't drink, boys, don't!
There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,
In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.
530. The Story Of Grumble Tone There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea.
'I'm sick of things on land,' he said, 'as sick as I can be,
A life upon the bounding wave is just the life for me!'
531. A Pin Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.
The little chills run up and down my spine wheneâ??er we meet,
532. Come Back Clean This is the song for a soldier
To sing as he rides from home
To the fields afar where the battles are
533. Drouth Why do we pity those who weep? The pain
That finds a ready outlet in the flow
534. Platonic I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
535. Penalty Because of the fullness of what I had,
All that I have seems poor and vain.
If I had not been happy, I were not sad--
536. Our Blessings Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
537. The Wish Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,
â??Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,
But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,
538. High Noon Timeâ??s finger on the dial of my life
Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day
Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
539. An Empty Crib Beside a crib that holds a babyâ??s stocking,
A tattered picture book, a broken toy,
A sleeping mother dreams that she is rocking
540. A Girl's Autumn Reverie We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
541. Realisation Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
542. The Foolish Elm The bold young Autumn came riding along
One day where an elm-tree grew.
'You are fair,' he said, as she bent down her head,
543. Does It Pay? If one poor burdened toiler oâ??er lifeâ??s road,
Who meets us by the way,
Goes on less conscious of his galling load,
544. Two Sinners There was a man, it was said one time,
Who went astray in his youthful prime.
Can the brain keep cool and the heart keep quiet
545. Forbidden Speech The passion you forbade my lips to utter
Will not be silenced. You must hear it in
The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: