And the glorious old Red-White-and-Blue
A-laughin' the news down over Jim,
And the old man bendin' over him--
The surgeon turin' away with tears
'At hadn't leaked for years and years,
As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to
His father's, the old voice in his ears,--
"Well, good-by, Jim:
Take keer of yourse'f!"
[Illustration]
The Spray of Kentucky Pine
O! James Whitcomb Riley!
This Man From Down On The Farm--one-while
your constant Companion, in work most
Congenial, all-while your Faithful Friend--rejoices.
and is exceeding Glad, That All Is Well With You!
For no one knew, better than you,
the Wisdom, the Beauty, of Death!
No one the more fully realized
the Folly, the Futility, of human Grief!
You firmly believed, that he, who follows The Christ;
that he, who, in all Humility, bears the Cross; that
he, who, in all Gratitude, wears upon his unworthy brow,
the imprint of the Kiss Divine!--the Kiss of Forgiveness
Complete--you firmly believed, that he ought to be
brave enough, strong enough, to meet the Call,
whensoever, wheresoever, it may chance to come.
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