 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley |  |
2018
TO MY SISTER
A BELATED OFFERING FOR HER BIRTHDAY
These books you find three weeks behind
Your honored anniversary
Make me, I fear, to here appear
Mayhap a trifle cursory.—
Yet while the Muse must thus refuse
The chords that fall caressfully,
She seems to stir the publisher
And dealer quite successfully.
Your honored anniversary
Make me, I fear, to here appear
Mayhap a trifle cursory.—
Yet while the Muse must thus refuse
The chords that fall caressfully,
She seems to stir the publisher
And dealer quite successfully.
As to our birthdays—let 'em run
Until they whir and whiz!
Read Robert Louis Stevenson,
And hum these lines of his:—
“The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt,
Shall break on hill and plain
And put all stars and candles out
Ere we be young again.”
Until they whir and whiz!
Read Robert Louis Stevenson,
And hum these lines of his:—
“The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt,
Shall break on hill and plain
And put all stars and candles out
Ere we be young again.”
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