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 Wild Honey-Suckle
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
No roving foot shall crush thee here,
No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature's self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the gaurdian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
Thus quietly thy summer goes,
Thy days declinging to repose.
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;
They died—nor were those flowers more gay,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power
Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
From morning suns and evening dews
At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
The space between, is but an hour,
The frail duration of a flower.