This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... OUR KINDERGARTNER When April's tinge was on the fringe Of willows near the pool, She dipt their shoots to fashion flutes For children of her school; She sloped the tips to suit the lips Of rosiness around, Drew forth the pith and shaped it with The chambers of the sound. His fancy said: "That way was made The ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... OUR KINDERGARTNER When April's tinge was on the fringe Of willows near the pool, She dipt their shoots to fashion flutes For children of her school; She sloped the tips to suit the lips Of rosiness around, Drew forth the pith and shaped it with The chambers of the sound. His fancy said: "That way was made The magic pipe of Pan, Which crept so rare upon the air It crazed a listening man." She took a flute and shrilled salute Of Arcady so clear, He felt the ring and chime of spring Thrilling through his ear; A mystic sense of rapt suspense Mingled strange with all The bubbling frogs, the echoing dogs, The bluebirds' mating call. So sweet the charm, he felt no harm, Yet there his craze began, With every note her pulsing throat Blew on the pipe of Pan. ELEGY FOR "THE DOCTOR" On The Death Of Dr. W. H. Drummond Landlord, take a double fee, and let the banquet slide, Send the viands, send the wine to cheer the poor outside, Turn the glasses upside down, leave the room alight, Let the flower-strown tables stand glittering all the night. Everybody's friend is gone, hushed his gentle mirth, Sweeter-hearted comrade soul none shall know on earth, Burly body, manly mind, upright lifted head, Viking eyes and smiling lips--Dr. Drummond 's dead! For the Club, for the feast, and for the busy street Primal natural airs he brought, oh, so fresh and sweet, Brattling rivers, gleaming lakes, wild-flower forest floors, To heal the City's weary heart with balms of out-of-doors. But where the campfire-litten boughs swing swaying overhead, And wondering wolf and lynx shrill wild the boding of their dread, And strangely through the moony night the hooting owlets roam, His tones would yearn in gladsome talk about the doors of Home. In sympathy with every pain of all who...
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