STONE walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage. RICHARD LOVELACE What boots it that I am crushed by no foreign yoke, if through ignorance and vice, through selfishness and fear, I want the command of my own mind? The worst tyrants are those which establish themselves in our own breasts. WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING Do not leave the sky out of your landscape. RALPH WALDO EMERSON IT IS NOT RAINING RAIN TO ME It is not raining rain to me, The clouds of gray engulf the day, It is not raining rain to me, It is not raining rain to me, A health unto the happy! MIRACLE ROBERT LOVEMAN WHO is in love with loveliness, Need not shake with cold; Who holds her first within his heart, If his roof tumbles, he may find Harbor in a rose. LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ENVY I HAVE a yellow jumping-jack, My jumping-jack he kicks one leg But Billy's yellow jumping-jack Because he kicks the other leg Before he kicks the one. ARTHUR GUITERMAN (From The Light Guitar, Harper and Brothers) THE ENCHANTED SHIRT Fytte the First: wherein it shall be shown how the Truth is too mighty a Drug for such as be of feeble temper. THE King was sick. His cheek was red And his eye was clear and bright; He ate and drank with a kingly zest, And peacefully snored at night; But he said he was sick, and a king should know, And doctors came by the score. They did not cure him. He cut off their heads At last two famous doctors came, And one was as poor as a rat; The other had never looked in a book; If they died their heirs paid double. Together they looked at the royal tongue, The old sage said, "You 're as sound as a nut." The other leech grew a shade pale; But he pensively rubbed his sagacious nose, "The King will be well, if he sleeps one night In the shirt of a happy man.' Fytte the Second: tells of the search for the Shirt and how it was nigh found but was not, for reasons which are said or sung. Wide o'er the realm the couriers rode, And fast their horses ran, And many they saw, and to many they spoke, But they found no Happy Man. They found poor men who would fain be rich, |