4 Days of plenty and years of peace; Stately honor and reverend awe; 5 Sign of a nation, great and strong Hats off! 6 Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; The flag is passing by! To the Man Behind the Plow Jake H. Harrison Note that many of the lines in this poem should be passed without pausing at the end. In the first stanza, for example, no pause should occur after "furrow" and "nature." Note also that the first three stanzas are descriptive and praiseful of the man behind the plow, and require moderate rate in delivery. Stanza 4 begins an exhortation, or appeal, and from this point on increased rate and force are required. I WHEN the ground is nice and mellow And you cut the turning furrow While aroma pulses upward Making glad the vagrant air, There is something sweet in nature That is comforting and rare. 2 There is something in the furrow 3 There is honor in the gaining Of a peaceful livelihood, There is motive in your actions That will do your country good; While you help to feed the millions And relieve the hunger stress, You perform a sacred labor That the Lord will surely bless. 4 Bear the banner proudly forward, Do it with an honest purpose 5 Cease to be like driven cattle, Turn the tables-take command, 6 Bid the warring Nations "Stop it!" And your right to govern prove; Aspirations Anonymous Think of explaining to and impressing upon your hearers the thought of this poem. Render it in a conversational tone, avoiding the sing-song style. Make a special effort to place the emphasis so as to bring out the thought. I OUR aims are all too high; we try To gain the summit at a bound, When we should reach it step by step, And climb the ladder round by round. He who would climb the heights sublime, Or breathe the purer air of life, Must not expect to rest in ease, But brace himself for toil or strife. 2 We should not in our blindness seek And His good purpose reigns o'er all. 3 Life should be full of earnest work, Our hearts undashed by fortune's frown; Let perseverance conquer fate, And merit seize the victor's crown. The battle is not to the strong, The race not always to the fleet; And he who seeks to pluck the stars, Will lose the jewels at his feet. A Texas Mockingbird Will P. Lockhart See and hear the mockingbird as you speak. The rate should be moderate to slow. Note that each odd-numbered line in stanza 1 requires no pause at the end. Bring out the contrast expressed in the first and last four lines of stanza 3, not failing to emphasize "mine." I WHEN the hush of night has fallen 2 Strains so pure, so full of beauty, Pours his medley from his throat. 3 Let the painted prima donna |