Poems (Schiller)/The latest ballad
THE LATEST BALLAD
To our townsmen, and rural friends greeting:
Old and young, maids and matrons, all,
Come and list to the spring-time repeating
Of the message sent you last fall.
Another new stock of fine dry goods
For all who are ready to buy
Just arrived at Sheller's store on the corner
Of Cumberland street and High.
For some new array, all are longing;
Fabrics airy, dainty and clean,
For is not all nature rejoicing
In robes of the liveliest green?
The hills that the soft clouds are kissing,
The meadows that slopeth along
Where the creek winds its patient way onward
Softly rippling its tribute of song,
Not a tree nor a shrub in the valley,
But in nature's grand opening hath a share,
Each having sought out an adorning,
Fragrant, marvelous and fair.
One branch of the tall maple family
Is out in a delicate green,
And their cousins have gathered around them
Fair mantles of silver-green.
The peaches that live in the orchard
Have new robes as pink as a blush,
And the apple trees sway their gay garments
And nod at the song of the thrush.
I know of a pear 'mid whose branches
The song birds seem eager to hide,
That wears a robe, white and shimmering
Enough for the loveliest bride.
And down in the garden the flowers
Are brilliant and varied in hue,
And I'm sure you are anxious to match them
With something becoming and new.
Call and see us, our new goods are charming
And will certainly suit you in price,
For you'll find that a small sum will purchase
Many articles useful and nice,
To go into details is not needful,
Rest assured that we have a supply
Of life's good things here on the corner
Of Cumberland street and High.
Old and young, maids and matrons, all,
Come and list to the spring-time repeating
Of the message sent you last fall.
Another new stock of fine dry goods
For all who are ready to buy
Just arrived at Sheller's store on the corner
Of Cumberland street and High.
For some new array, all are longing;
Fabrics airy, dainty and clean,
For is not all nature rejoicing
In robes of the liveliest green?
The hills that the soft clouds are kissing,
The meadows that slopeth along
Where the creek winds its patient way onward
Softly rippling its tribute of song,
Not a tree nor a shrub in the valley,
But in nature's grand opening hath a share,
Each having sought out an adorning,
Fragrant, marvelous and fair.
One branch of the tall maple family
Is out in a delicate green,
And their cousins have gathered around them
Fair mantles of silver-green.
The peaches that live in the orchard
Have new robes as pink as a blush,
And the apple trees sway their gay garments
And nod at the song of the thrush.
I know of a pear 'mid whose branches
The song birds seem eager to hide,
That wears a robe, white and shimmering
Enough for the loveliest bride.
And down in the garden the flowers
Are brilliant and varied in hue,
And I'm sure you are anxious to match them
With something becoming and new.
Call and see us, our new goods are charming
And will certainly suit you in price,
For you'll find that a small sum will purchase
Many articles useful and nice,
To go into details is not needful,
Rest assured that we have a supply
Of life's good things here on the corner
Of Cumberland street and High.