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Poems
The night had come and we owned with a sigh
Of regret, that a flawless day was passed;
For we knew by the odors of laurel and pine,
That our halting place—Lakewood—was reached at last.
Of regret, that a flawless day was passed;
For we knew by the odors of laurel and pine,
That our halting place—Lakewood—was reached at last.
Hungry and thirsty and happily tired,
We daintily dined at the Burnett Inn,
And slept the sweet dreamless sleep of those
Whose hearts are not burdened with sorrow or sin.
The morning dawned with a face so fair,
That she promised another perfect day;
So out through the dew-washed, sunlit air,
As gay as the morning, we started away.
We daintily dined at the Burnett Inn,
And slept the sweet dreamless sleep of those
Whose hearts are not burdened with sorrow or sin.
The morning dawned with a face so fair,
That she promised another perfect day;
So out through the dew-washed, sunlit air,
As gay as the morning, we started away.
But when we came to the Laurel and Pine,
We stopped for a time to admire the view,
And, after admiring, we fain would go on,
But, alas! 'twas for REO to say what she'd do!
And she did a number of wonderful things,—
She kicked and snorted and tried to go
Every way but the way we wanted her to,
So back to the garage she had to go.
We stopped for a time to admire the view,
And, after admiring, we fain would go on,
But, alas! 'twas for REO to say what she'd do!
And she did a number of wonderful things,—
She kicked and snorted and tried to go
Every way but the way we wanted her to,
So back to the garage she had to go.
For two long hours at the lake we sat,
And watched and waited our host to see;
We grew tired of picking the flowers, and I own
And watched and waited our host to see;
We grew tired of picking the flowers, and I own
