James Whitcomb Riley

O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,
You'll have me, too, the side o' you, with heart as light as air;
No care for where the road you take's a-leadin' anywhere,— It can but be a joyful ja'nt whilst you journey there

I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind
Tennyson"What may I do to make you glad,
To make you glad and free,

"That little dog 'ud scratch at that
And go on a-whinin' two hours
He'd ever let up
There

Oh luxury
Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet Astride the rock below the dam,
In the cool shadows where the calm Rests on the stream again, and all Is silent save the waterfall,— I bait my hook and cast my line,
And...

Let us rest ourselves a bit
Worry
— wave your hand to it — Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while
Weary of the weary way We have come from Yesterday,

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy designI find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine
The lamplight...

New Castle,
July 4, 1878or a hundred years the pulse of
Has throbbed for Liberty;
For a hundred years the grand old