Oh, the months have fled and the autumn's red, The maid no more goes by: For my dream came true and the maid I wed, And now no more I sigh, I sigh, And now no more I sigh. DAY The gray dawn on the mountain top Is slow to pass away. Still lays him by in sluggish dreams, The golden God of day. And then a light along the hills, Your laughter silvery gay; The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills, You come and it is day. TO DAN Step me now a bridal measure, Work give way to love and leisure, Hearts be free and hearts be gay-- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. Diagnosis, cease your squalling-- Check that scalpel's senseless bawling, Put that ugly knife away-- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. 'Tis no time for things unsightly, Life's the day and life goes lightly; Science lays aside her sway-- Love rules Dr. Dan to-day. Gather, gentlemen and ladies, For the nuptial feast now made is, Swing your garlands, chant your lay For the pair who wed to-day. Wish them happy days and many, Troubles few and griefs not any, Lift your brimming cups and say God bless them who wed to-day. Then a cup to Cupid daring, Who for conquest ever faring, With his arrows dares assail E'en a doctor's coat of mail. So with blithe and happy hymning And with harmless goblets brimming, Dance a step--musicians play-- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. WHAT'S THE USE What's the use o' folks a-frownin' When the way's a little rough? Frowns lay out the road fur smilin' You'll be wrinkled soon enough. What's the use? What's the use o' folks a-sighin'? It's an awful waste o' breath, An' a body can't stand wastin' What he needs so bad in death. What's the use? What's the use o' even weepin'? Might as well go long an' smile. Life, our longest, strongest arrow, Only lasts a little while. What's the use? A LAZY DAY The trees bend down along the stream, Where anchored swings my tiny boat. The day is one to drowse and dream And list the thrush's throttling note. When music from his bosom bleeds Among the river's rustling reeds. No ripple stirs the placid pool, When my adventurous line is cast, A truce to sport, while clear and cool, The mirrored clouds slide softly past. The sky gives back a blue divine, And all the world's wide wealth is mine. A pickerel leaps, a bow of light, The minnows shine from side to side. The first faint breeze comes up the tide-- I pause with half uplifted oar, While night drifts down to claim the shore. ADVICE W'en you full o' worry 'Bout yo' wo'k an' sich, W'en you kind o' bothered Case you can't get rich, An' yo' neighboh p'ospah Past his jest desu'ts, An' de sneer of comerds Stuhes yo' heaht an' hu'ts, Des don' pet yo' worries, Lay 'em on de she'f, Tek a little trouble Brothah, wid yo'se'f.