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When life is in the yellow leaf,
And snow is in the air, And frosts cf many winters touch To white the raven hair, There's naught that brings the springtime back, With all its joy and glee, As a lovely little grand child To dandle on your knee. Let Rockefeller have his oil, And all the wealth it brings; 'Tis said that riches fly away On rapid, hidden wings; But as the years fly swiftly by, The sweetest thing to me Is a lovely little grand child To dandle on my knee. Oh Sun, move slowly in your course A-down the crimson west; Hide not behind the curtains yet That bring me night and rest; Prolong my life's declining years, With all the ecstasy Of a loving little grand child To dandle on my knee. __J. M. Cavaness.
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Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
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