The Love Of God

He who can solemnly declare he feels the love of God, Speaks in poetic sense, or else is freak or fraud; For every lover who has loved, knows love must see and feel, And only stirs man’s mind for the material and real. He cannot love who would, or cease to love at will. To some it goes to make a life, another it will kill. ’Twere folly to declare love for the great Unknown Who sits unscrutable upon a great white throne. Can’st add a known quantity to a sign, the sign being undefined, And get results to understand for a mere human mind? Go to, God-lovers, wake from dreams; talk reason, if you can, And if you have great store of love, go love your fellow-man. Man must have love to live, and dies for want of it in jail and haunt; While priest and parson preach and pray with vain display and vaunt.

OLE MAN GOV.

Ole man Gov.-- Didn’t have no love Fer any of his help, How they lived or died, When they laffed or cried, Was naught to the ole whelp.

He sez, sez he, “It’s nuthin ter me, What gait the critters ride, If they makes ther day, They gets ther pay, That’s me, an’ durn ther hide.”

An ye kin bet The hands doan’t fret About ole man Gov. or hissen; They does ther day And pouches ther pay An lets all else go fizzin.

Ye doan’t ketch they, A-gettin gay, Seein ole man ain’t done; Not much, Siree, They lets things be, An hates that son of a gun.

So when he, The ole screw-gee, Raises pay up ten per cent., They doan’t believe, But up his sleeve, There’s a rod to some extent.

An tan my skin, If it weren’t within A few weeks, less or more, When that ole Sardine, Lets it be seen, Wot’s wot, and we wuz sore.

Wot does he do? This Reuben Glue, He stretches the day out some, By an hour and a half, An’ gives us the laugh-- We’re so mad, that we sets dumb.

It’s a dum long worm, That doesn’t squirm, When ye foots it on his tail, An I lays bets, That some day we gets, So square, it makes ole man pale.