This is a poem by Lilly M. Sharp.
I’m feeling quite elated
With the prospect in view;
For a real good time for everyone,
That will come and join our crew.
There’ll be lots of nice singing
and recitation with a vim,
It will be a joyful day,
For those that will join in.
There’s always plenty cooked
For the crowd that always comes
And every one enjoys it,
From Grandma to the sons.
There you meet old friends
That you haven’t seen for years;
There’ll be joy and laughter,
Mingled with your tears.
How we enjoy old comrads,
Coming many miles to see;
Their chums they loved in childhood
That means all you and me.
We know not how long,
The privilege we will have;
To meet our dear old Playmates,
Or shake hands with dear old Dad.
But we must make the best of it
And try to do whats right;
Have a smile for every-one
Try and make their troubles light.
This big time I’ve been speaking of
I’d like you all to know;
Is on the 17th of March
And I hope that you’ll all go.
Now that all must know
That its taken lots of work;
To get this big time up
And there has been no shirk.
I think the least that we can do
Is to give to all three cheers;
That has helped to make it a success
For so many many years.
This is another poem, unnamed, written by Lilly.
Oh be not the first to discover,
A blog on the fame of a friend
A flaw in the case of another;
Whose heart may prove true to the end
A smile or a sigh may awaken,
Suspicion most false and undue,
And thus our belief may be shaken
In hearts that are honest and true.
How often the bright smile of gladness
Is worn by the friends that we meet,
To cover a heart full of sadness,
To proud to acknowledge defeat,
How often the sign of dejection
Is heaved from the hypocrites breast;
To parody truth and affection,
A lull a suspicion to rest.
We none of us know one another
And oft into error my fall;
So let us speak well of our brother,
Or speak not about him at all.