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Title: Poems Teachers Ask For


Author: Various


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Abou Ben Adhem _Hunt_ 30 Abraham Lincoln _T. Taylor_ 16 All Things Bright and Beautiful _Alexander_ 41 American Flag, The
Answer to "Rock Me to Sleep"
Arrow and the Song, The
_Drake_ 133

103 _Longfellow_ 74 Asleep at the Switch
At School-Close
Aunt Tabitha
Autumn Woods
_Hoey_ 56

_Whittier_ 65 45 _Bryant_ 48

Baby, The
Barbara Frietchie
Barefoot Boy, The Bay Billy
Be Strong
Better Than Gold
Bingen on the Rhine Blue and the Gray, The Bluebird's Song, The Bobby Shaftoe
Boy and His Stomach, A Boy's Song, A
"Breathes There the Man" _Scott_ 185 Brier-Rose _Boyesen_ 144 Brook, The
Brown Thrush, The
Bugle Song, The
Builders, The
Building of the Ship, The
_Tennyson_ 162

_Larcom_ 181 _Tennyson_ 183 _Longfellow_ 181 _Longfellow_ 63

Burial of Sir John Moore, The _Wolfe_ 190 _Macdonald_ 22 _Whittier_ 71 _Whittier_ 176

_Gassaway_ 104 _Babcock_ 174

_Smart_ 143 _Norton_ 121 _Finch_ 183

_E.H. Miller_ 73 8


93 _Hogg_ 172

Calf Path, The _Foss_ 110 Casey at the Bat _Thayer_ 100 Casey's Revenge _Wilson_ 101 Chambered Nautilus, The _Holmes_ 169 Character of the Happy Warrior _Wordsworth_ 165 Charge of the Light Brigade, The _Tennyson_ 166 Children's Hour, The
Children, The
Child's Thought of God, A
Christ in Flanders
Christmas Everywhere
_Longfellow_ 70

_Dickinson_ 53 _E.B. Browning_ 183

18 _Brooks_ 158 Cloud, The _Shelley_ 159 College Oil Cans _McGuire_ 122 Columbus _Joaquin Miller_ 83 Concord Hymn, The _Emerson_ 99 Corn Song, The _Whittier_ 171 Crossing the Bar _Tennyson_ 186 Curfew Must Not Ring To-night _Thorpe_ 24 Custer's Last Charge _Whittaker_ 91 Daffodils _Wordsworth_ 179 Darius Green and His Flying Machine _Trowbridge_ 153 Day Well Spent, A 38
Dead Pussy Cat, The _Short_ 64 Diffidence 23
Don't Give Up _P. Cary_ 182 Driving Home the Cows _Osgood_ 88 Drummer Boy of Mission Ridge 49

Each in His Own Tongue Echo
Engineers Making Love Eternal Goodness, The

Fable, A Face Upon the Floor, The _D'Arcy_ 108 Fairies, The
Fence or an Ambulance, A
First Settler's Story, The
First Snow-fall, The
Flag Goes By, The
Fountain, The
Four-leaf Clover, The
Frost, The
_Allingham_ 173

_Malins_ 127 _Carleton_ 197 _Lowell_ 99 _Bennett_ 45

_Lowell_ 186 _Higginson_ 134 _Gould_ 171 _Carruth_ 58 _Saxe_ 20


_Burdette_ 21 _Whittier_ 87


_Emerson_ 177

Give Us Men God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop _Southey_ 124 Golden Keys 134
Good Night and Good Morning _Houghton_ 184 Gradatim _Holland_ 96 Green Mountain Justice, The _Reeves_ 74 Guilty or Not Guilty 22
_Holland_ 33

Hand That Rules the World, The _Wallace_ 113 House by the Side of the Road, The _Foss_ 56 How Cyrus Laid the Cable _Saxe_ 58 How He Saved St. Michael's _Stansbury_ 119 Huskers, The _Whittier_ 152

If-- _Kipling_ 51
I Like Little Pussy _J. Taylor_ 178 Incident of the French Camp _R. Browning_ 182 In Flanders Fields _McCrae_ 195 In Flanders Fields: An Answer _Galbreath_ 195 In School-Days _Whittier_ 31 Inventor's Wife, An _Ewing_ 13 Invictus _Henley_ 29 Is It Worth While? _Joachim Miller_ 36 I Want to Go to Morrow 72 Jane Conquest _Milne_ 76 Jane Jones _King_ 59 Johnny's Hist'ry Lesson _Waterman_ 62 June _Lowell_ 163

Kate Ketchem _P. Cary_ 81
Kate Shelly _Hall_ 25 Katie Lee and Willie Grey 30
Kentucky Belle _Woolson_ 10 Kentucky Philosophy _Robertson_ 32 Kid Has Gone to the Colors, The _Herschell_ 9 King Robert of Sicily _Longfellow_ 147

Lady Moon _Houghton_ 185

Landing of the Pilgrims, The _Hemans_ 8 Lasca _Desprez_ 129 Last Hymn, The _Faringham_ 126 Leak in the Dike, The _P. Cary_ 187 Leap for Life, A _Morris_ 74 Leap of Roushan Beg, The
Leedle Yawcob Strauss
Legend of Bregenz, A
_Longfellow_ 60

_Adams_ 35 _Procter_ 141 Legend of the Organ-Builder, The _Dorr_ 106 L'Envoi _Kipling_ 67 Life's Mirror _Bridges_ 37 Lips That Touch Liquor, The _Young_ 79 Little Birdie _Tennyson_ 173 Little Black-Eyed Rebel, The _Carleton_ 37 Little Boy Blue
Little Brown Hands
Little Plant, The
Lost Chord, The
Love of Country

("Breathes There the Man")


_Field_ 195

_Krout_ 71 _Brown_ 192 _Procter_ 69 _Scott_ 185

Main Truck, The
Man With the Hoe, The Maud Muller
Miller of the Dee, The Moo Cow Moo, The Mother's Fool
Mothers of Men
Mount Vernon's Bells Mr. Finney's Turnip
My Love Ship
My Mother
_Morris_ 74

_Kipling_ 82


_Markham_ 115 _Whittier_ 205


_Mackay_ 39 _Cooke_ 40 31


_Joaquin Miller_ 43 _Slade_ 95 96


_Wilcox_ 114




Nathan Hale _Finch_ 78

Never Trouble Trouble _Windsor_ 33 Nobility _A. Cary_ 169 "Not Understood" 136 November _A. Cary_ 173

O Captain! My Captain
October's Bright Blue Weather Old Clock on the Stairs, The Old Ironsides _Holmes_ 61 Old Red Cradle, The _Grannies_ 39 O Little Town of Bethlehem _Brooks_ 168 On His Blindness _Milton_ 172 On the Shores of Tennessee _Beers_ 93 Opportunity _Ingalls_ 175 Opportunity _Malone_ 175 Order for a Picture, An _A. Cary_ 41 Our Folks _Beers_ 107 Out in the Fields _E.B. Browning_ 73 Over the Hill to the Poorhouse _Carleton_ 131 Overworked Elocutionist, The 9 Owl and the Pussy-Cat, The _Lear_ 170 Owl Critic, The _Fields_ 64 _Whitman_ 7

_Jackson_ 144 _Longfellow_ 17

Paul Revere's Ride _Longfellow_ 193 Penny Ye Mean to Gie, The 34 Perfect Day, A _Bond_ 80 Pippa's Song _R. Browning_ 185 Plain Bob and a Job _Foley_ 44 Planting of the Apple-Tree _Bryant_ 164 Poet's Prophecy, A _Tennyson_ 7 Polonius' Advice to Laertes _Shakespeare_ 177 Poorhouse Nan _Blinn_ 116 Psalm of Life, A _Longfellow_ 61

Quality of Mercy, The

Raggedy Man, The
Recessional, The
Ride of Jennie M'Neal, The Riding on the Rail
Rivers of France, The
Robert of Lincoln
Robert Reese (The Overworked Elocutionist) 9 Rock Me to Sleep _Allen_ 102 _Shakespeare_ 181

_Riley_ 203 _Kipling_ 86 _Carleton_ 111 _Saxe_ 62 46


_Bryant_ 189

Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth _Clough_ 39 Second Table
Seein' Things
Seven Times One
Seven Times Two
_Waterman_ 52

_Field_ 203 _Ingelow_ 46 _Ingelow_ 47 Seven Times Three Seven Times Four Sheridan's Ride
She Walks in Beauty Sister and I
Sister's Best Feller Sleep, Baby, Sleep
Smack in School, The Somebody's Mother
Song of Our Flag, A
Song of the Camp, The Song of the Sea
Song of the Shirt
Song: The Owl
So Was I
Sweet and Low

Tapestry Weavers, The Teacher's Dream, The Telling the Bees
Thanksgiving-Day There's But One Pair of Stockings 27 To a Butterfly
To a Skylark
To a Waterfowl
To the Fringed Gentian
Tree, The
_Wordsworth_ 179 _Shelley_ 160

_Bryant_ 137 _Carlyle_ 191 _Waterman_ 35

_Bryant_ 179
_Bjornson_ 186 Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star _J. Taylor_ 185
Two Glasses, The _Wilcox_ 15 _Ingelow_ 47 _Ingelow_ 48 _Read_ 167 _Byron_ 180
_Lincoln_ 84 _Elizabeth Prentiss_ 69 _Palmer_ 128 _Brine_ 136 _Nesbit_ 89 _B. Taylor_ 180
_Cornwall_ 23 _Hood_ 157 _Tennyson_ 174 _Smiley_ 36
_P. Cary_ 178 _Tennyson_ 175

_Chester_ 85 _Venable_ 140 _Whittier_ 135 _Bryant_ 196 _Child_ 178

Village Blacksmith, The Visit from St. Nicholas, A _Longfellow_ 97 _Moore_ 54


Walrus and the Carpenter, The _Carroll_ 138

We Are Seven What I Live For What is Good When the Cows Come Home When the Minister Comes to Tea When the Teacher Gets Cross _Wordsworth_ 19 _Banks_ 114
_O'Reilly_ 34

_Mitchell_ 90 _Lincoln_ 89

86 Where the West Begins _Chapman_ 85 Whistling in Heaven 67 White-Footed Deer, The _Bryant_ 94 Who Won the War? _Pulsifer_ 43 Why Should the Spirit of Mortal

Be Proud! _Knox_ 118 Wild White Rose, The _Willis_ 66 Wind and the Moon, The _Macdonald_ 191 Wind, The _Rossetti_ 170 Wishing _Allingham_ 190 Woman's Question, A _Lathrop_ 129 Wonderful World, The _Rands_ 174 Woodman, Spare That Tree _Morris_ 70

You and You _Wharton_ 97 Young Man Waited, The _Cooke_ 28 Your Mission _Gates_ 55


Seldom does a book of poems appear that is definitely a response to demand and a reflection of readers' preferences. Of this collection that can properly be claimed. For a decade NORMAL INSTRUCTOR-PRIMARY PLANS has carried monthly a page entitled "Poems Our Readers Have Asked For." The interest in this page has been, and is, phenomenal. Occasionally space considerations or copyright restrictions have prevented compliance with requests, but so far as practicable poems asked for have been printed. Because it has become impossible to furnish many of the earlier issues of the magazine, the publishers decided to select the poems most often requested and, carefully revising these for possible errors, to include them in the present collection. In some cases the desired poems are old favorite dramatic recitations, but many of them are poems that are required or recommended for memorizing in state courses of study. This latter feature will of itself make the book extremely valuable to teachers throughout the country. We are glad to offer here certain poems, often requested, but too long for insertion on our magazine Poetry Page. We are pleased also to be able to include a number of popular copyright poems. Special permission to use these has been granted through arrangement with the authorized publishers, whose courtesy is acknowledged below in detail:

THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY--_The Raggedy Man_, from "The Biographical Edition of the Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley," copyright 1918.

CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS--_Seein' Things_ and _Little Boy Blue_, by Eugene Field; _Gradatim_ and _Give Us Men_, from "The Poetical Works of J.G. Holland"; and _You and You_, by Edith Wharton, copyright 1919.

HARPER AND BROTHERS--_Over the Hill to the Poor-House_, _The Ride of Jennie M'Neal_, _The Little Black-Eyed Rebel_, and _The First Settler's Story_, by Will Carleton.
THE DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY--_The Moo Cow Moo_ and _The Young Man
Waited_, by Edmund Vance Cooke.

LOTHROP, LEE AND SHEPARD COMPANY--_The House by the Side of the Road_
and _The Calf Path_, by Sam Walter Foss.

LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY--_October's Bright Blue Weather_, by Helen Hunt Jackson.

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY--Poems by John G. Whittier, Alice Cary, Phoebe
Cary, James T. Fields, and Lucy Larcom.





* * * * *


O Captain! My Captain!


(_This poem was written in memory of Abraham Lincoln._)

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But, O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen, cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen, cold and dead.

_Walt Whitman._


A Poet's Prophecy

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.
There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.

_Tennyson, "Locksley Hall," 1842._


The Landing of the Pilgrims

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.

Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came,--
Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame;

Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear;
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amidst the storms they sang;
And the stars heard, and the sea;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.

The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave's foam;
And the rocking pines of the forest roared-This was their welcome home!

There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band:
Why had they come to wither there Away from their childhood's land?

There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;
There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.

What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?-- They sought a faith's pure shrine.

Ay, call it holy ground,--
The soil where first they trod!
They have left unstained what there they found-- Freedom to worship God!

_Felicia Hemans._


Bobby Shaftoe

"Marie, will you marry me? For you know how I love thee! Tell me, darling, will you be

The wife of Bobby Shaftoe?" "Bobby, pray don't ask me more, For you've asked me twice before; Let us be good friends, no more,

No more, Bobby Shaftoe."

"If you will not marry me, I will go away to sea;
And you ne'er again shall be

A friend of Bobby Shaftoe."

"Oh, you will not go away
For you've said so twice to-day. Stop! He's gone! Dear Bobby, stay!

Dearest Bobby Shaftoe!

"Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee,
But he'll come back and marry me,

Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

"He will soon come back to me, And how happy I shall be, He'll come back and marry me,

Dearest Bobby Shaftoe."

"Bobby Shaftoe's lost at sea, He cannot come back to thee. And you ne'er again will see

Your dear Bobby Shaftoe.

"Oh, we sadly mourn for thee, And regret we ne'er shall see Our friend Bobby, true and free,

Dearest Bobby Shaftoe."

"Bobby Shaftoe's lost at sea. And can ne'er come back to me, But I'll ever faithful be,

True to Bobby Shaftoe."

"Darling, I've come home from sea, I've come back to marry thee, For I know you're true to me,

True to Bobby Shaftoe."

"Yes, I always cared for thee, And now you've come back to me, And we will always happy be,

Dearest Bobby Shaftoe."
"Bobby Shaftoe's come from sea, And we will united be,
Heart and hand in unity,

Mr. and Mrs. Shaftoe."


The Overworked Elocutionist



Once there was a little boy Whose name was Robert Reese,
And every Friday afternoon He had to speak a piece.

So many poems thus he learned That soon he had a store
Of recitations in his head
And still kept learning more.

Now this it is what happened: He was called upon one week
And totally forgot the piece He was about to speak.

His brain he vainly cudgeled But no word was in his head,
And so he spoke at random, And this is what he said;

My beautiful, my beautiful,
Who standest proudly by,
It was the schooner Hesperus The breaking waves dashed high.

Why is the Forum crowded?

What means this stir in Rome? Under a spreading chestnut tree
There is no place like home.

When Freedom from her mountain height Cried, "Twinkle, little star,"
Shoot if you must this old gray head, King Henry of Navarre.

If you're waking, call me early To be or not to be,


Curfew must not ring to-night, Oh, woodman, spare that tree.

Charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, on! And let who will be clever,
The boy stood on the burning deck But I go on for ever.

The Kid Has Gone to the Colors

The Kid has gone to the Colors And we don't know what to say;
The Kid we have loved and cuddled Stepped out for the Flag to-day.
We thought him a child, a baby With never a care at all,
But his country called him man-size And the Kid has heard the call.

He paused to watch the recruiting, Where, fired by the fife and drum,
He bowed his head to Old Glory
And thought that it whispered: "Come!"
The Kid, not being a slacker,
Stood forth with patriot-joy
To add his name to the roster--
And God, we're proud of the boy!

The Kid has gone to the Colors; It seems but a little while
Since he drilled a schoolboy army In a truly martial style,
But now he's a man, a soldier, And we lend him a listening ear,
For his heart is a heart all loyal, Unscourged by the curse of fear.

His dad, when he told him, shuddered, His mother--God bless her!--cried;
Yet, blest with a mother-nature,
She wept with a mother-pride,
But he whose old shoulders straightened Was Granddad--for memory ran
To years when he, too, a youngster, Was changed by the Flag to a man! _W.M. Herschell._

Kentucky Belle

Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away-- Gone to the county-town, sir, to sell our first load of hay-- We lived in the log house yonder, poor as ever you've seen; Roschen there was a baby, and I was only nineteen.

Conrad, he took the oxen, but he left Kentucky Belle. How much we thought of Kentuck, I couldn't begin to tell-- Came from the Blue-Grass country; my father gave her to me When I rode north with Conrad, away from the Tennessee.

Conrad lived in Ohio--a German he is, you know--
The house stood in broad cornfields, stretching on, row after row. The old folks made me welcome; they were kind as kind could be; But I kept longing, longing, for the hills of the Tennessee.

Oh, for a sight of water, the shadowed slope of a hill! Clouds that hang on the summit, a wind that never is still! But the level land went stretching away to meet the sky-- Never a rise, from north to south, to rest the weary eye!

From east to west, no river to shine out under the moon, Nothing to make a shadow in the yellow afternoon: Only the breathless sunshine, as I looked out, all forlorn; Only the rustle, rustle, as I walked among the corn.

When I fell sick with pining, we didn't wait any more, But moved away from the cornlands, out to this river shore-- The Tuscarawas it's called, sir--off there's a hill, you see-- And now I've grown to like it next best to the Tennessee.

I was at work that morning. Some one came riding like mad Over the bridge and up the road--Farmer Rouf's little lad. Bareback he rode; he had no hat; he hardly stopped to say, "Morgan's men are coming, Frau; they're galloping on this way.

"I'm sent to warn the neighbors. He isn't a mile behind; He sweeps up all the horses--every horse that he can find. Morgan, Morgan the raider, and Morgan's terrible men, With bowie knives and pistols, are galloping up the glen!"

The lad rode down the valley, and I stood still at the door; The baby laughed and prattled, playing with spools on the floor; Kentuck was out in the pasture; Conrad, my man, was gone. Nearer, nearer, Morgan's men were galloping, galloping on!

Sudden I picked up baby, and ran to the pasture bar. "Kentuck!" I called--"Kentucky!" She knew me ever so far! I led her down the gully that turns off there to the right, And tied her to the bushes; her head was just out of sight.

As I ran back to the log house, at once there came a sound-- The ring of hoofs, galloping hoofs, trembling over the ground-Coming into the turnpike out from the White Woman Glen-- Morgan, Morgan the raider, and Morgan's terrible men.

As near they drew and nearer, my heart beat fast in alarm; But still I stood in the doorway with baby on my arm.
They came, they passed; with spur and whip in haste they sped along-- Morgan, Morgan the raider, and his band, six hundred strong.

Weary they looked and jaded, riding through night and through day; Pushing on east to the river, many long miles away,
To the border strip where Virginia runs up into the West, And fording the Upper Ohio before they could stop to rest.

On like the wind they hurried, and Morgan rode in advance; Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance. And I was just breathing freely, after my choking pain,
When the last one of the troopers suddenly drew his rein.

Frightened I was to death, sir; I scarce dared look in his face, As he asked for a drink of water, and glanced around the place. I gave him a cup, and he smiled--'twas only a boy, you see; Faint and worn, with dim blue eyes; and he'd sailed on the Tennessee.

Only sixteen he was, sir--a fond mother's only son--
Off and away with Morgan before his life had begun!
The damp drops stood on his temples; drawn was the boyish mouth; And I thought me of the mother waiting down in the South.

Oh! pluck was he to the backbone, and clear grit through and through; Boasted and bragged like a trooper; but the big words wouldn't do;-- The boy was dying, sir, dying as plain as plain could be,
Worn out by his ride with Morgan up from the Tennessee.

But when I told the laddie that I too was from the South, Water came in his dim eyes, and quivers around his mouth. "Do you know the Blue-Grass country?" he wistful began to say; Then swayed like a willow sapling, and fainted dead away.

I had him into the log house, and worked and brought him to; I fed him, and I coaxed him, as I thought his mother'd do; And when the lad got better, and the noise in his head was gone, Morgan's men--were miles; away, galloping, galloping on.

"Oh, I must go," he muttered; "I must be up and away! Morgan--Morgan is waiting for me; Oh, what will Morgan say?" But I heard a sound of tramping and kept him back from the door-- The ringing sound of horses' hoofs that I had heard before.

And on, on, came the soldiers--the Michigan cavalry-
And fast they rode, and black they looked, galloping rapidly,-- They had followed hard on Morgan's track; they had followed day and night; But of Morgan and Morgan's raiders they had never caught a sight.

And rich Ohio sat startled through all those summer days;
For strange, wild men were galloping over her broad highways-Now here, now there, now seen, now gone, now north, now east, now west, Through river-valleys and cornland farms, sweeping away her best.

A bold ride and a long ride; but they were taken at last. They almost reached the river by galloping hard and fast; But the boys in blue were upon them ere ever they gained the ford, And Morgan, Morgan the raider, laid down his terrible sword.

Well, I kept the boy till evening--kept him against his will-- But he was too weak to follow, and sat there pale and still. When it was cool and dusky--you'll wonder to hear me tell-- But I stole down to that gully, and brought up Kentucky Belle.

I kissed the star on her forehead--my pretty gentle lass-- But I knew that she'd be happy back in the old Blue-Grass. A suit of clothes of Conrad's, with all the money I had, And Kentuck, pretty Kentuck, I gave to the worn-out lad.

I guided him to the southward as well as I know how; The boy rode off with many thanks, and many a backward bow; And then the glow it faded, and my heart began to swell, As down the glen away she went, my lost Kentucky Belle!

When Conrad came in the evening, the moon was shining high; Baby and I were both crying--I couldn't tell him why-
But a battere