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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (March 3, 1896)
If you would be chock full of the divine afflatus,
read ''Driftwood," "Songs of Summer," and
"Dust from Chariot Wheels."
If I could make my jaws vibrate,
Like those of Jonas Lien,
I'd rent myself to a woman's 'club
For a patent talk machine.
I sit an hour and think and swear
And madly rave and tear my hair,
And laugh and cry and chew andsmdke
To igrind out one insipid joke.
It makes my wild poetic heart
Leap like a startled deer
To think my poet friend would start
East and forsake me here.
'Tis sad I know, but you must go
Where more luxuriant pastures grow.
I've read youv poems, held spell-bound,
I've read them o'er and o'er again;
HJut I confess I haven't found
The underlying heavenly strain.
'Tis not because it is not there,
I just can't get it through my hair.
The "Songs of Summer" we don't read,
And Gortner writes on heaven above.
Our TBixby's wit has gone to seed,
You only sing sweet strains of love.
I 'fear that Reed Dunroy and I
Alone must grind the spring supply.
No more your chirographic red
Will ornament my daily themes,
iBlythe hours with thee, so quickly sped,
Have passed in hieroglyphic dreams.
Forgive, forget; I'm not surprised
At themes in diamond dye baptized.
So as you go, a fond farewell,
A, parting kiss, a briny tear.
OKI can ,you not remain a spell,
Say, 'finish out -the present year?
Weill muss yon lrom these western istates
As Bureiascholars'callyou aworthycdlleague.
When this big land of mine shall wade
In altruistic summers,
There'll be no cut-throat gold bugs then,
There'll be no bully frat men then
Likewise no Coxey bummers.
There'll be no barbs to fight 'em,
And all the wrongs between the two
No poor sore-head to right 'em.
Then men of brains shall loan them out
Or trade them for the labor
At par no difference in price
Of his thick headed neighbor,
Like Goldsmith now I hear that time
Come dc ,vn the future ringing
The mountains shall break loose and 'hills
Shall Avelcome it with singing.
From "Songs of My Country," about to be pub
lished by R. S. Baker.
Dose girruls dose girruls dey poddered mine ipate
Last veek ven dey garried dot Union slate,
Dey galled me von side mit a vink of der eye
Undtdold me derblan ouff der brogram, so sly
Dey vould sing some undt blay some undt axed
me py shings,
Vould I vix oup dose gurtains undt some oder
Vy, sure I vould done 't ven dey gone undt'ddlU
'Dose dings vot dry dold no von else, don't ,you
I vixed oup dose gurtains sehr gudt in der hall
Yhile Searson undt Howard undt Mac shuct
Dey garried dose shairs oup undt goaxed me
Undt dried vor doo got me doo dell vot 1 knowed
Apout dot pig brogram dose girruls vas doo igif,
'But I dont vould do it so sure as dey hf.
Undt ven ve hedt gotten dose gurtains undt
All vixed oup undt backed oup dose long vlights
1 vas villin' doo pet all der shink in mine sheans
Dot I vould pe shosen doo manage dose screens.
You pet 1 velt vine ven I gotte dot pig note!
Undt I dont puts no proses in dot von I rote!
Toot ven dot sveet girll dot vas me doo go mit
Says dot ve must gall vor von Shon Henry Smit
I vas madter as plixen undt vonder'd vy she
Vould took any oder galout long mit me.
Ve gept goin east dill ve stopped out ouf iprea't
At 'von dousand eight honder undt frozen 'doo
d eate ouf dot goffee undt trinks veeny-worst
lUndill Idiriks sure as Shon ShonesI vouldipurst.
From "The Union Girls" and other .poemslby
John Peter Cameron.
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