I haven't seen Modjesky since; I'm hopin' to again. She's goin' to show in Denver soon; I'll go to see her then. An' may be I shall speak to her, wich if I do 'twill be About the old friend restin' by the mighty Western sea,-- A simple man, perhaps, but good ez gold and true ez steel; He could whip his weight in wildcats, and you never heerd him squeal; Good to the helpless and the weak; a brave an' manly heart A cyclone couldn't phase, but any child could rend apart; So like the mountain pine, that dares the storm wich sweeps along, But rocks the winds uv summer-time, an' sings a soothin' song.
OUT of the house where the slumberer lay Grandfather came one summer day, And under the pleasant orchard trees He spake this wise to the murmuring bees: "The clover-bloom that kissed her feet And the posie-bed where she used to play Have honey store, but none so sweet As ere our little one went away. O bees, sing soft, and, bees, sing low; For she is gone who loved you so."
A wonder fell on the listening bees Under those pleasant orchard trees, And in their toil that summer day Ever their murmuring seemed to say: "Child, O child, the grass is cool, And the posies are waking to hear the song Of the bird that swings by the shaded pool, Waiting for one that tarrieth long." 'Twas so they called to the little one then, As if to call her back again.
O gentle bees, I have come to say That grandfather fell asleep to-day, And we know by the smile on grandfather's face He has found his dear one's biding-place. So, bees, sing soft, and, bees, sing low, As over the honey-fields you sweep,-- To the trees abloom and the flowers ablow Sing of grandfather fast asleep; And ever beneath these orchard trees Find cheer and shelter, gentle bees.
MY lady has a tea-gown That is wondrous fair to see,-- It is flounced and ruffed and plaited and puffed, As a tea-gown ought to be; And I thought she must be jesting Last night at supper when She remarked, by chance, that it came from France, And had cost but two pounds ten.
Had she told me fifty shillings, I might (and wouldn't you?) Have referred to that dress in a way folks express By an eloquent dash or two; But the guileful little creature Knew well her tactics when She casually said that that dream in red Had cost but two pounds ten.