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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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sea Tis nurse is my convoy,Though she believes shes just a nurse And Im a little boy;And yet its plain, we sail the main With snow for ocean foam,And lamp-post lights for buoy sights To steer us to our home.There safe in port where we belongIs Mother and the anchor song: Back, come back, my boat, Sea-gull, seek your nest,While the setting sun Droops adoion the West—At the ebb of day Safe at anchor ride,Till the morn, newly born, Crowns a Dreamlan<l tide. When I am grown and very wise Ill be a cruiser bold.And gather from the whole round world Its treasures manifold ;though stormy gales may reef my sails And waves wash oer my bow .Theres naught shall fright, by day ornight, This all-undaunted prow;And through the dark I think twill heAs though my Mother sang to me: Where you sail, my boat, Wanderer lining far,Guiding through the night Shines the Sailors Star;May a Star more sure, Brighter, fairer, rise;Point you here, bless you, dear, From your Dreamland skies. Caroline McCormack.
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The Cautious Maiden ryiiOEBE, accept this magic draught, /~\H no! replied the timid one, That, when its honey you have qua ffed, So grave a risk I dare not run. Your shrinking little heart ivill be Besides, my mothers frown I fear: Quite overrun with love for me! She said, Avoid a draught, my dear. \ S. A City Child COME days the faces on the street^- Are clouded all, and dull;And near or far not one I seeTo call it beautiful. Oh, heavy, heavy is my heart,And is the spirit blind?— That I am stricken with a doubt,Because of humankind. Until I rest my looks uponSome cart-horse standing by, With patient forehead, weary mane,Andv uncomplaining eye. And pat him on the brow I do, Because I have a mindTo thank him, just that he will be So beautiful and kind. Josephine Preston Peabody. New Teeth for Old Saws AGOSSIP in a village is like a viper ina bed—except we dont often find aviper in the bed. Better, therefore, ride alone than have athiefs company—if one can avoid it thatway. Truth

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