Post-Oak and hickory talk in air,
And mutter where the roadway dips;
And tree-toads croak; and darkness drips;
And blackberries trail live fragrance there.
Ragweed and horehound, sage and mint,
And many a nameless herb beside,
Work homely magic—at one stride
The Past returns the way it went!
Chuckle of water greets the ear;
The light wind tries the brake and goes;
Far off the summer lightning shows,
But summer thunder comes not near.
This tender darkness stills the heart
As with old music; and the stars
Drop coolness where the shadow-bars
Of many branches mix and part.
A voice comes on the wind-thrilled night
Long drowned amid the roaring years;
My eyes are stung with blinding tears,
And fear and doubt dissolve in light!
[Illustration: _How Long Will We Tolerate This Outrage?_
_Westerman, in Ohio State Journal_]
[Illustration: _Why the People Love the Senate._
_McCutcheon, in Chicago Tribune_]
[Illustration: _The Man Congress Should Go For_.
_Westerman, in Ohio State Journal_]
_Repeal the Land Laws_