THE COMING OF THE STORM.
What darkens in the west?
(Hark, how the gulls are calling !)
The spread black hand of the storm
That grows with the twilight's falling
What gathers in tl.o east?
(Ilurk, ho w the beaches rattle I)
The march of the columned clouds
That gather to the battle. .
Dark and slow, row on row,
The ranks of the east assemble,
And under their line the sea's ranks shine,
And the long shores quake and tremble.
The swift soud streams, the white foam gleams
And fierce shall the onset be;
And God be his help that strives to-night
With the armies of the sea.
Black ridges with white, mad manes'
Beaches that roar and rattle,
And a wind that ranges the wild sea line,
Driving the waves to battle.
A RONDEAU EASTER
At Easter time I feel the thrill
ltesponsive to a bonnet bill,
Which cometh in unasked, unsought—
The aftermath of bonnets bought,
And other things which lightly fill
The wish of woman, and her will
To keep it up until—until
I rip and swear, because I'm caught
At Easter time.
The holy rest, the gladsome still,
Which gently a's a purring rill
Should soothe my soul and calm my thought,
Are busted as they hadn't ought
To be by this same bonnet bill
At Blister time.
COIVIPZIEJTEI S'X'OC3X OF C
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BUSH AROADIE s , BELLIERINTff, PA.
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LITTLE APRIL FOOLS.
Shy little pansies
Tucked away to sleep,
Wrapped in brown blankets
Piled snug and deep. •
Heard in a day dream
A bird singing clear,
"Wake, little sweethearts,
The springtime is here I"
Glad little pansies
Stirring from their sleep,
Shook their brown blankets
Off for a peep.
Put on their velvet hoods,
Purple and gold,
And stood all a tremble
Abroad in the cold.
Snowflakes were flying,
Skies were grim and gray,
Bluebird and robin
Had scurried away ;
Only the cruel wind •
Laughed as it said,
'Poor little April fools,
Hurry back to bed
FIRST AND LAST
First puff,
Siok enough.
First beer,
Feels queer.
First whiskey,
Feels frisky.
First rum,
Very glum.
Brandy mash,
Mental crash.
All combined,
Shattered mind
All done,
Hearse for one.
BUSH,
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