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"What Think Ye, Masters, of These Things?" (A Poem read on Oklahoma Day, September 6, 1904, at the Louisiana Purchase Exposition.) O, ye who frame the sovereign law,And heal the hurts of ocean islesTill hid are savage tooth and clawAnd Peace above the battle smiles,—If Justice reigns and Mercy clings,What think ye, Masters, of these things? The Father of the Waters greetsImperial sisters proud and great,And nation mighty nation meetsAt festal boards of lordly state:But one—one only,—maketh moan:Denied the Star, she weeps alone! The cycles fly on eagled wings:A hundred years have run their questSince he who bought and sold with kingsAn empire added to the West:And all his regions rulers areSave her alone who mourns the Star. The wildness in a moment died;A garden bloomed and fruited fullAcross the plains and valleys wideAt touch of hands invincible;But mute she stands where deserts were:The banner holds no Star for her! The race heaps high its conquered spoil;The braggart heirs of all men doAssemble where the Triumphs toilIn marshaled columns for review;And she, the Starless, at your callBrings trophies that surpass them all! Are not her laurels rich and rare?Her apt attainments great with grace?You crown her here and everywhereSave where she pleads for power and place;The world amazed her praises rings:What think ye, Masters, of these things? She wonders wrought with wondrous hands:Her cities crowd the teeming plains,And church and school exalt the landsWith all of mankind's greater gains;—The last of all the waste, she bringsThe triumphs of her million kings! A million white and black and redWhose treble toils misunderstoodBuild happy homes and fondly wedThe desert place with joyous good,And at your feet, uncrowned, unblestKneel for the knighthood of their quest! Thralled in her chains, this fairest oneOf all the realms that greatly foundRich largess on the barrens dunPleads from her fetters, vassal-bound;And still the Star before her swings:What think ye, Masters, of these things?
Oklahoma Sunshine
Dreams. I. Day-dreams and play-dreams! From the rosy mornTill the ashy eventide and the stars new-born,Ever bringing life and heart aweary with their loadPromises of hope and cheer while tramping down the road. II. Night dreams and bright dreams! In the house of sleepWith their happy faces full and their gazes deep,World on world so beautiful there they brightly bring,Till the heart is happy in the songs they sing. III. Day-dreams and Night-dreams,—all the dreams you will,—Beckon up the rocky slope and summon o'er the hill,—Summon us to do and dare all the deeds of yoreTill the battle ceases, and we strive no more!
My Philosophy. I've made up my mindIn spite of the cranks,'Tis a pretty good worldAnd we ought to give thanks;And whether it cameFrom the God or the grime,The fellow that runs itDon't lose any time. I've made up my mindIn spite of the tears.That the world clambers upWith the roll of the years;And whether it gropesOr is led on and on,It will come by and byTo the meadows of dawn. In spite of the sinAnd the folly around,'Tis a much better placeThan the fore-fathers found;And in spite of the foolsAnd the devils that grieveI'm sure in no hurryTo pull up and leave. So shut up your mouthAnd don't grumble nor croak;Go put your poor headAnd your poor heart in soak;Lay all of your sorrowsAnd sins on the shelf,For the world is all rightIf you're all right yourself!
Caught on the Fly.
If the girl with a white muslin dress and a picture hat has any troubles in this world she has a wonderful skill in hiding her real feelings.
Somehow, those men who are all the time telling how well money talks, never get well enough acquainted with it to speak with authority.
"De worst objection to de wortersmillion in Oklahomy," said a Mississippi black man, "is de fact dat it gits ripe too late fer de wheat harvest an' too yarly fer de cotton-pickin."
The average man grieves more when he runs out of chewing tobacco and the nearest neighbor who uses the filthy weed is three miles away, than he does when the mortgage takes the farm. Upon what little things doth happiness depend!
A Busy Family. Mam's at a function where you hold your breath;Liz has got a feller, an' she's talkin' him to death;Andy has the measles, Susie's nussin' Bill,Pap is out fer office an' he's runnin' fit to kill;Pont an' me are fishin', all the signs are right,Fer the crick is up a-boomin' an' the big fish bite!
The Kingbolt Philosopher.
"Ive heerd tell," said Uncle Ezra Mudge, "thet every dog has his day. But I'm jest as sartin thet he don't know he's a havin' of it when he has it.
"Now, thar was Bill Smith. Bill was a high-up chap, made money, had a rubber-tired buggy, four girls, and chawed terbacker thet cost a dollar a pound. But he never knowed he was a havin' of his day ontell he went busted on the Board of Trade. But now Bill knows it, and has knowed it ever sence he went busted."
Don't Grumble....