On Sunday he breaks loose like all possessed.
At least we’re here and safe, therefore rejoice,
But I shall sing no more, I’ve strained my voice!”
“I thought ’twould break,” they heard the pastor say,
“It has been cracked for many, many a day.”
—Copyright by Forbes & Co., Chicago, and used by kind permission of author and publisher.
THE CHRISTMAS RING
By Fred Emerson Brooks
May was pretty, plump and pretty, and with such a lovely soul
That a smile lit up her features like a mental aureole.