E-text prepared by Ron Swanson
| "He that high growth on cedars did bestow, Gave also lowly mushrumps leave to grow." |
| —R. Southwell, 1562-95 |
| Dear little house, dear shabby street, Dear books and beds and food to eat! How feeble words are to express The facets of your tenderness. How white the sun comes through the pane! In tinkling music drips the rain! How burning bright the furnace glows! What paths to shovel when it snows! O dearly loved Long Island trains! O well remembered joys and pains.... How near the housetops Beauty leans Along that little street in Queens! Let these poor rhymes abide for proof Joy dwells beneath a humble roof; Heaven is not built of country seats But little queer suburban streets! | |
Albany Avenue, Queens, Long Island, March, 1917 | |
| At fifty cents per agate line Kind editors will buy your verse; They'll make you swear that you resign All claims, for better or for worse. The book, dramatic, photoplay, And interplanetary rights They seize; but do not feel dismay— Their barks are fiercer than their bites! I thank, for leave to print these rhymes, And for unfailing courtesy, Everybody's, New York Times, The Outlook and the Century; The Boston Transcript, L. H. J., The Tribune, Mail, and Evening Post, The Book News Monthly, chastely gay— But Life and Collier's I thank most. The Independent and McClure's And Argosy have borne my flights: Dear scribblers, how this reassures— Their barks are fiercer than their bites! |
| SONGS FOR A LITTLE HOUSE |
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