Hark! out of the new church, deep and strong, Sweet as in the days of the crimson tam, THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was lying half asleep, Before we could remember anything but the eyes But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle, And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'hole. Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the happy days of yore, My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness. his toll From the old man come back to the old swimmin' hole. Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the long, lazy days When the humdrum of school made so many run-a ways, How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane, Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planc You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole They was lots o' fun on hand at the old swimmin' hole. But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin' hole. Thare the bulrushes growed, and the cattails so tall, Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! When I last saw the place, And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be But never again will theyr shade shelter me! And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul, And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole. LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done, Ef you Watch Out! Wunst they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,— An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby hole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an' rounda An' the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, She mocked'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Watch An' little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue, An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away, You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke. 'Tis a fragrant retrospection -- for the loving thoughts that start Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart; And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine. Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, |