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Title: The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Gale, Edwin Oscar, 1832-1916
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Publisher: Chicago : Press of Marshall-Jackson Company
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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no Life can truly be Till Life through Death is brought to Life in immortality. Then you retain that garb of mine, and yours on me bestow, 257 That Death as Life will men greet me, and Life in you shall know. Death donned Lifes beaming countenance. Life on the pale horse fliew, And since that time they both have been disguised their tasks to do. Deep shadows in the valley crept, a dampness touched the air. The setting sun in crimson dyed the clouds on mountain bare, And halo cast around the head of loving Nazarene, Who Death in Life, and Life in Death, for all mankind has seen. Pasadena, Cal., October 14, 1895. AUNTY, I STUMP YOU TO RUN MEA RACE To Mrs. N. G. R., who ran, then encouraged him by granting a little the start. Her pet was a four-year-old chubby. A type of those wide awake boys. Who answer at meal-call to hubby (When shouted above their own noise). His cheeks were as red as June roses. As round as his tattered-brim hat: (Who knowing a boy but supposes He liked it the better for that) ? 258
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He yelled to his Auntie one morning I stump you to run me a race. No bluebells mute tinkling at evenIn thanks giving praise to the skies, So near caught the azure of heaven As Bubs little roguish blue eyes. Such love had the sunbeams for weaving Their gold in his beautiful hair, Girls thought that they always were leaving Fair traces at least of it there. He yelled to his Aunty one morning, I stump you to run me a race, Nights jewels the lawn were adorning, Their sisters were bathing his faceAs toddled he after his Netta Away to a great chestnut tree, Where grieved and defeated he met her, Instead of with usual glee. Four times was he sadly defeated, Four times his aunt left him behind; Then coming to where she was seated. Thus Bubby unburdened his mind. Aunt Netta, I'll bet I can beat yer Just give me a little the start. She kissed the disconsolate creature: He won the fond wish of his heart. Thus men are we constantly meeting Depressed with the burdens of life. The Fates all their efforts defeating, 2.59

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