- 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.''
THE MIRACLE OF THE DAWN
What would it mean for you and me If dawn should come no more! Think of its gold along the sea, Its rose above the shore! That rose of awful mystery, Our souls bow down before. What wonder that the Inca kneeled, The Aztec prayed and pled And sacrificed to it, and sealed, - With rites that long are dead, - The marvels that it once revealed To them it comforted. What wonder, yea! what awe, behold! What rapture and what tears Were ours, if wild its rivered gold, - That now each day appears, - Burst on the world, in darkness rolled, Once every thousand years! Think what it means to me and you To see it even as God Evolved it when the world was new! When Light rose, earthquake-shod, And slow its gradual splendor grew O"er deeps the whirlwind trod. What shoutings then and cymballings Arose from depth and height! What worship-solemn trumpetings, And thunders, burning-white, Of winds and waves, and anthemings Of Earth received the Light. Think what it meant to see the dawn! The dawn, that comes each day! - What if the East should ne"er grow wan, Should nevermore grow gray! That line of rose no more be drawn Above the ocean's spray!Madison Cawein [1865-1914]