Cross RoadsChristian Herald Bible House, 1919 - 159 páginas |
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Página 81 - MAID HER arms across her breast she laid ; She was more fair than words can say: Bare-footed came the beggar maid Before the king Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stepped down, To meet and greet her on her way; "It is no wonder," said the lords, " She is more beautiful than day.
Página 122 - Jim-Dog He wasn't, well, a fancy kind o' dog — Not Jim! But oh, I sorter couldn't seem ter help A-lovin' him He always seemed ter understand. He'd rub his nose against my hand If I was feelin' blue or sad, Or if my thots was pretty bad. And how he'd bark an' frisk an' play When I was gay. A soldier's dog don't have much time ter whine, Like little pets a-howlin' at th' moon. A soldier's dog is bound ter learn, right soon, That war is war, an' what a steady line Of men in khaki means.
Página 122 - Oh, I guess he knew all right! I was a soldier and Jim-dog was mine. Oh, what's the use? There never was another dog like him. Why, on th' march I'd pause an' call — "Hey, Jim!" And he'd be there, his head tipped on one side, A-lookin' up at me with love and pride, His tail a-waggin" an' his ears raised high. I wonder why my Jim-dog had ter die? He was a friend ter folks: He didn't bite, He never snapped at no one in th' night, He didn't hate a soul, an
Página 123 - He never snapped at no one in th' night, He didn't hate a soul, an' he was game! An' yet ... a spark o' light, a dartin' flame Across th' dark, a sneaky bit o' lead, An' Jim-dog was dead! They say there ain't no heaven-land fer him, Cause dogs is dogs, and haven't any right. But let me tell yer this: Without my Jim Th
Página 40 - Any man," he said, A moment later, "Can earn at least two dollars a day "By working on a railroad, "Or in the street cleaning department! "What if potatoes do cost "Eight cents a pound? "Wages are high, too. . . . "People have no reason to starve.
Página 87 - For only then did I dare to stop! I stood on the summit gazing down, And the earth looked sordid and dull and brown, And neutral-tinted and neutral-souled ; And all of life seemed a story told, And the only spot that was bright to see Was a patch of green that had bloomed for me Where a garden lived in a spring long fled, When Love stood smiling — But love was dead!
Página 106 - I would forget the wounded heart you gave me, I would forget the bruises on my soul. My old-time gods would rise again to save me; My dreams would grow supremely new and whole. What though youth lay, a tattered garment, o'er you? Warm words would leap upon my lips, long dumb; If you came back, with arms stretched out before you, And told me, dear, that you were glad to come! MARGARET E. SANGSTER...
Página 123 - Th' very shinin' streets would seem less bright, An' somehow I'm a-thinkin' that if he Could come at that last stirrin' bugle call Up to th' gates o' gold aside o' me Where God stands smilin' welcome to us all An' I said, "Father, here's my dog — here's Jim!
Página 122 - Like little pets a-howlin' at th' moon. A soldier's dog is bound ter learn, right soon, That war is war, an' what a steady line Of men in khaki means. What, dogs don't know? You bet they do! Jim-dog, he had ter go Along th' trenches often times at night: He seemed ter sense it when there was a fight A-brewin'. Oh, I guess he knew all right! I was a soldier and Jim-dog was mine. Oh, what's the use? There never was another dog like him. Why, on th' march I'd pause an
Página 87 - ... had dreamed and prayed To reach some day — Ah ! I might have stayed With Love and Youth in the garden gay, That smiled at me from beside the way. I plodded up, and the gentle hills Grew hard to climb, and the laughing rills Were torrents peopled with sodden forms; The sky grew black with the...