WHAT'S WORTH WHILE.
They # say, and I am glad they say, It is so; and it may be so; It may be just the other way, * I cannot tell, but this I know— * From quiet homer and first beginnings Out to the undiscovered ends There's nothing worth the wear of win.-' ning Save laughter and the love of friends. — H. Belloc, in Lambkin's Remains. POPPIES IN THE WHEAT. When waning summer brings hushed autumntide; And quails t break Sabbath with their whistling sweet; • Then flame the crimson poppies in the wheat Where all the land is fragrant as a bride 1 The glory of the harvest and its pride— Forevermore they flutter in the heat: Musio of autumn do their lips repeat; They share a rapture and a joy worldwide 1 The wheat is old as Egypt, and its croon Breathes songs of bursting barn and granary. Only the poppies with their dancing keep Sweet memories of romance and of June-; And eohoes soft of springtime's verdant sweep When April touched, the world with witchery I —Edward Wilbur Mason. Craftsman.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 33, 8 February 1913, Page 13
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180WHAT'S WORTH WHILE. Evening Post, Volume LXXXV, Issue 33, 8 February 1913, Page 13
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