A few glad notes from a comrade’s song
We’ll sing in the night as we go along.
For we carry the blossoms a frost ne’er blights
And we’ll have no morning till we’ve said goodnight.
A Lone Walk
WHEN I had left the city street
And lost the open road,
I breathed contentedly and deep
As one who shifts a load.
I wasn’t caring where I went
Or where I meant to go.
But I was tossing from my path
The brown leaves drifted so.
When I was wondering aimlessly
Just what my quest would bring.
I saw a pink arbutus bloom
And heard a warbler sing.
The sky seemed blue and higher here
Than it was back in town.
And Oh! the wind delighted me,
The way it blew around.
And then I sought the grey glen road.
Went with it thru the wood.
And in its long green isles I walked
And worshipfully stood.
My neighbor questioned from the fence
What I had seen out there?
I said I sought adventure
And I found it everywhere.
A Death Blow
HE said goodbye, you hobbled out,
The Doctor shut the door.
From your face I knew he’d told you
Things we had guessed before.
I saw you slightly tremble
But I reached you ere you fell.
Your fixèd face said many things
More than you cared to tell.
One does not receive death warrants
As one would a courtesy.
After awhile your head went up
And you talked it all out with me.
Brave little woman I knew you
Knew you were never afraid.
Not for yourself, You forbid me—
To speak and my questions you staid.