by Horatio Alger, Jr
By Horatio Alger, Jr.
Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving
Rose in the Garden
The Lost Heart
In the Church at Stratford-on-Avon
Mrs. Browning's Grave at Florence
The Whippoorwill and I
Carving a Name
IN TIME OF WAR.
Gone to the War
Where is my Boy To-night?
A Soldier's Valentine
Song of the Croaker
Out of Egypt
The Price of Victory
I. Fair Harvard, Dear Guide of Our Youth's Golden Days
II. As We Meet in Thy Name, Alma Mater, Tonight
III. Fair Harvard, The Months Have Accomplished Their Round
IV. there's a Fountain of Fable, Whose Magical Power
For the Consecration of a Cemetery
GRAND'THER BALDWIN'S THANKSGIVING
UNDERNEATH protected branches, from the highway just aloof;
Stands the house of Grand'ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.
Square of shape and solid-timbered, it was standing, I have heard,
In the days of Whig and Tory, under royal George the Third.
Many a time, I well remember, I have gazed with Childish awe
At the bullet-hole remaining in the sturdy oaken door,
Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled)
Of the lurking, savage foeman from whose musket it was sped..
Not far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn's harvest spoils,
Holds the farmer's well-earned trophies--the guerdon of his toils;