A DOUBLE LIMERICK LADY with pious intent To pre-eminent people has sent A request for a rhyme, "Just a bit of your time For beneficent purposes spent." So to offset the Teutonic rabies, -Which could hardly be worse- -REGINALD de Koven. BOTHERATION OW one suffers indignation How When a-trav'ling in vacation. One's laid over at some station "Train is late." No explanation You can swallow your vexation Friends await with expectation You have "bust" the combination. Hours lag by. Exasperation Leaves no room for moderation. Ev'ry form of objurgation Do not utter condemnation BOTHERATION-(Continued) Depressed by dreary isolation, One sinks at last into stagnation But Time at last brings termination The train arrives. A new elation Home again. The old location -LYMAN J. Gage. 'S my stock of poetry is rather low, I thought it would not be a bad idea' to refer the matter to the children of the Orphan Asylum in which I am greatly interested, and enclose something by Hazel Wilfer, for your proposed book, hoping it will serve the purpose. -ADOLPH LEWISOHN. TO MY OLD HOME (Dedicated to the old institution buildings of the H. S. G. S. at Broadway and 150th St., N. Y. C.) No more thy loving form we see, old home; Grieve not because the hand of man, in toil Thy structure gone, but mem'ries bid recall The happy moments lived within thy wall. The lordly Hudson flowing on to sea, The Jersey hillside, dreamy, and the day When all old friends, now gone, together played. TO MY OLD HOME-(Continued) Ah! let them then in ruin lay thee low, Let all thy beams in twain be cruelly torn. Long years thou hast not lived and served for naught. Dear home, sweet flow'r, thou dost not die in vain, Dear home, sweet flow'r, tho' faded, crushed and torn, Forever on my heart shalt thou be pressed. |