Confound all aberrations which Make men do foolish things, Like buying bracelets for a bitch, Or witless wedding rings. As if we had not woe enough

When your marrer bone seems 'oller… And you’re glad you ain’t no talle… And you’re all a—shakin’ like you… When your skin creeps like a pulle… And you’re duckin’ all the bullets…

And when I come to the dim trail—… I who have been Life’s rover, This is all I would ask, my frien… Over and over and over: A little space on a stony hill

Somehow the skies don’t seem so bl… As they used to be; Blossoms have a fainter hue, Grass less green I see. There’s no twinkle in a star,

When twenty—one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn’t get up steam To welcome work of any kind. While students burned the midnight…

To buy for school a copy—book I asked my Dad for two—pence; He gave it with a gentle look, Although he had but few pence. 'Twas then I proved myself a croo…

We bore him to his boneyard lot One afternoon at three; The clergyman was on the spot To earn his modest fee. We sprinkled on his coffin ld

We pitied him because He lived alone; His tiny cottage was His only own. His little garden had

Oh, have you forgotten those after… With riot of roses and amber skies… When we thrilled to the joy of a m… And I sought for your soul in the… I would love you, I promised, for…

No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don’t intend To write a laudatory word, Since in my garden robins made

I saw the Greatest Man on Earth, Aye, saw him with my proper eyes. A loin—cloth spanned his proper gi… But he was naked otherwise, Excepting for his grey sombrero;

I’ve often wondered why Old chaps who choose to die In evil passes, Before themselves they slay, Invariably they

He dreamed away his hours in schoo… He sat with such an absent air, The master reckoned him a fool, And gave him up in dull despair. When other lads were making hay

What I seek far yet seldom find Is large simplicity of mind In fellow men; For I have sprouted from the sod, Like Bobbie Burns, my earthly god…