Poetry

Lake County Press, Issue 2300, 25 November 1909, Page 2

Poetry

WE TWO. By W. T. Macgregor. Happy hours with baby On the cottage floor, Playing hide and seek, too, Out and in the door. You're »o seldom here, dad, In your work to-day, Be a bear with me, dad, Growling in your play. 8 ' Down on hands and knees, dad, That's the way to go; Now you are my horse, dad — Gee up, there; now woa! Never mind vour starch, dad, Plenty more to wear; You're so seldom here, dad, To be my great big bear. Will you have to go, dad? Don't come back so late;

Then we'll play again, dad, If you're home by eight. Happy hours with baby; Keep me, Lord, I pray, Always like my dear one, In the mood for play. DO IT NOW. By Fannie Herron Wingate. . , . Time flies! On wings of lightning He flies. Do not delay, But if there's something you should do, Just do that thing today. . To-morrow is a tntler— Do not on her depend; Her promises she ne'er fulfills; Your ways she'll never mend. There's no time like the present, To her in homage bow; When she gives opportunities Accept, and—do it now.