ONE MOMENT, PLEASE
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At fifty cents per agate line Kind editors will buy your verse; They'll make you swear that you resign All claims, for better or for worse. The book, dramatic, photoplay, And interplanetary rights They seize; but do not feel dismay— Their barks are fiercer than their bites! I thank, for leave to print these rhymes, And for unfailing courtesy, Everybody's, New York Times, The Outlook and the Century; The Boston Transcript, L. H. J., The Tribune, Mail, and Evening Post, The Book News Monthly, chastely gay— But Life and Collier's I thank most. The Independent and McClure's And Argosy have borne my flights: Dear scribblers, how this reassures— Their barks are fiercer than their bites! |
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SONGS FOR A LITTLE HOUSE
BAYBERRY CANDLES
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Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The fire leaps high with golden prongs; I place along the chimneysill The tiny candles of my songs. And though unsteadily they burn, As evening shades from grey to blue Like candles they will surely learn To shine more clear, for love of you. |