White, Willy (music); Turk, Roy, Jessel, George (lyric). Oh How I Laugh When I Think How I Cried About You. Waterson, Berlin & Snyder, New York, 1919, Wraps, , , Very Good
5 pp. 9.25 X 12 inches. Some chewing to top fore edge. Very good. Illustrated Barbelle. ''You taught me a lesson I'll never forget, And now I'll look before I leap, you bet.''
O that the pines which crown yon steep
Their fires might ne"er surrender!
O that yon fervid knoll might keep,
While lasts the world, its splendor!
Pale poplars on the breeze that lean,
And in the sunset shiver,
O that your golden stems might screen
For aye yon glassy river!
That yon white bird on homeward wing
Soft-sliding without motion,
And now in blue air vanishing
Like snow-flake lost in ocean,
Beyond our sight might never flee,
Yet forward still be flying;
And all the dying day might be
Immortal in its dying!
Pellucid thus in saintly trance,
Thus mute in expectation,
What waits the earth? Deliverance?
Ah no! Transfiguration!
She dreams of that "New Earth" divine,
Conceived of seed immortal;
She sings "Not mine the holier shrine,
Yet mine the steps and portal!"