The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here an… The firelight shadows fluttering g… And as the shadows round me creep,

'Tis spring! the boats bound to th… The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and… The grateful cheer of honeyed clov… Now Venus hither leads her train,

COBBLER Stork, I am justly wroth, For thou hast wronged me sore; The ash roof-tree that shelters th… Shall shelter thee no more!

Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There children play in daytime

Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now… Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allo… Lived next neighbors twenty years,

There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered, Yet, somehow, in these modern days… It’s almost disappeared; It was the usage years ago,

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one… Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip.

Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…

The hero of Affairs of love By far too numerous to be mentione… And scarred as I’m, It seemeth time

‘T is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over field and flood; When all sweet things in nature

So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins… And here is a kiss on your winkybl… And here is a kiss on your dimpled… And here is a kiss for the treasur…

Come, Phyllis, I’ve a cask of win… That fairly reeks with precious ju… And in your tresses you shall twin… The loveliest flowers this vale pr… My cottage wears a gracious smile,…

Happy the man that, when his day i… Lies down to sleep with nothing of… The battle he has fought may not b… The fame he sought be just as flee… Folding at last his hands upon his…

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nigh… Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do…

Thar showed up out’n Denver in th… A man who’d worked with Dana on t… His name wuz Cantell Whoppers, ‘n… Ez he walked inter the orfice ’nd… Thar warn’t no places vacant then,…