Far from the hills of Habersham, All down the hills of Habersham, The ferns and the fondling grass said, "Stay," Here in the valleys of Hall." High o'er the hills of Habersham, The hickory told me manifold The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine, Deep shades of the hills of Habersham, And oft in the hills of Habersham, The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook stone And many a luminous jewel lone - Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist, Ruby, garnet, and amethyst Made lures with the lights of streaming stone, In the beds of the valleys of Hall, But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail: I am fain for to water the plain. Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, And the lordly main from beyond the plain, Calls through the valleys of Hall. Sidney Lanier. THE DAFFODILS I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, A host, of golden daffodils; Continuous as the stars that shine Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they In such jocund company: I gazed, and gazed, but little thought If you are ever tempted to say a word or to do a thing that shall put a bar between you and your family, your home, and your country, pray God in His Mercy to take you that instant home to His own heaven. Stick by your family, boy; forget you have a self, while you do everything for them. Think of your home, boy; write and send, and talk about it. Let it be nearer and nearer to your thought, the farther you have to travel from it; and rush back to it, when you are free. And for your country, boy, and for that flag, never dream a dream but of serving her as she bids you, though the service carry you through a thousand hells. No matter what happens to you, no matter who flatters you or who abuses you, never look at another flag, never let a night pass but you pray God to bless that flag. Remember, boy, that behind all these men you have to do with, behind officers, and government, and people even, there is the Country Herself, your Country, and that you belong to Her as you would stand by your mother. TREES * Edward Everett Hale. I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. * From TREES AND OTHER POEMS, by Joyce Kilmer. Copyright, 1924, George H. Doran Company, Publishers. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest A tree that looks at God all day, A tree that may in summer wear Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Poems are made by fools like me, -Joyce Kilmer. The following list LIST OF VERBS of verbs includes such forms as are approved by good prose usage. For rare, archaic, or poetical forms a standard dictionary should be consulted. Verbs not included in this list usually form their past tense and past participle simply by adding 1 The forms bade and bidden do not refer to an offer of money. |