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Or poems there are countless thousands.
Of books of selected poems there are hundreds.
In this unpretentious book the editor has given preference to, first, short poems; second, popular poems appealing to the greatest number of readers; third, poems not contained in other collections.
Many of the poems will be new to most readers, and some will be recognized as old favourites. The editor has been unable to find the authorship of some fugitive pieces, and in others he may have given credit in error. He would be glad in future editions to correct any such emissions or mistakes.
THE CAGE OF SONG.
BIRDS are singing round my window,
So with thoughts my brain is teeming,
BETTER THAN GOLD.
"WIFE," he said, "come sit by me;
"I have striven to lay by
Crept the true wife closer still-
"Life has sadder losses, dear,
So, I pray, be comforted.
"Loss of love we could not bear;
LIFE AND SONG.
LIFE is the seed one soweth,
For as the seed must tarry
And as the tear prepareth
So will a seed of sorrow
-Richard E. Burton.
LIKE music heard on the still water,
Like notes of the thrush in the woodland,