Sprigs of poetry - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...Upon each victim like a pall. Insidious force, discomforter! That vile destroyer, everywhere, So'er his course that ruthlessly Leaves pangs of suffering and dismay. Fruits of selfishness and greed, The awful anguish born of need, Man's inhumanity to man--The devil's own infernal clan. That poverty is a disease, And greed a foul infection, Fall a prey to one of these, You follow to destruction. FORGET IT. Xnconsequential incidents, So mars your career, As to hamper your vision, That otherwise were clear; Brooding over something--"Threshing the old straw," Even while the present, Has no other flaw. Basking in the sunshine, Peaceful and serene; Plenty of everything, Naught to mar the scene. But your dreadful dragnet, That during all the past--Full and running over yet, Forever seems to last. The bright side for me--Only constructive thought, Till some time I may be, Some such thing as I ought. DID YOU EVER. One man owes me sixty dollars And it almost makes me sick, The way he stands me off, And the way the rascal hollers, When I jump up on him quick. There are others, dead beats too--"At large," of the first water, Owing me respective sums--To be hung up by the thumbs. Pulled my leg, and bled me--If they knew I had a dollar; But I used to be so easy, It's a bitter pill to swallow. Say pardner did you ever Get it in the neck? Oh, say: As like as not you have--Just in the same old way. OPEN UP. Get the saloons open For the active drinker, The toiler and the slave And the brilliant thinker. If not open all night, Open up by early light, For whoever thinks it right To distort brains and sight. Go to it, be a sot--Put er thar! tommy rot; Royal flush, four horse team--Pull the stopper, keep up steam. Opportunity, time and place, Swig until red in...