e," both by
Edmund Vance Cooke.

GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY--_The House with Nobody in It_, from "Trees and
Other Poems," by Joyce Kilmer, copyright 1914 by George H. Doran
Company, publishers.

HAMLIN GARLAND--_My Prairies and Color in the Wheat_.

ISABEL AMBLER GILMAN--_The Sunset City_.

HARPER & BROTHERS--_Over the Hill from the Poor-House_ and _The
School-Master's Guests_, from "Farm Legends," by Will Carleton.

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY--_The Sandman_, by Margaret Vandegrift; _The
Sin of Omission_ and _Our Own_, by Margaret E. Sangster; _The Ballad of
the Tempest_, by James T. Fields; also the poems by Henry W. Longfellow,
John G. Whittier, James Russell Lowell, Alice Cary, Phoebe Cary, Oliver
Wendell Holmes, and J.T. Trowbridge, of whose works they are the
authorized publishers.

CHARLES H.L. JOHNSTON--_The President_.

RUDYARD KIPLING and DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY (A.P. WATT & SON, London,
England)--_Mother o' Mine_.

LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD COMPANY--_Hullo_ and _The Volunteer Organist_,
both from "Back Country Poems," by Sam Walter Foss, and _He Worried
About It_, from "Whiffs from Wild Meadows," by Sam Walter Foss.

EDWIN MARKHAM--_Lincoln, the Man of the People_.

REILLY & LEE CO.--_Home_, from "A Heap o' Livin'," by Edgar A. Guest.

FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY--_Our Flag_, by Margaret E. Sangster.

CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS--_I Have a Rendezvous with Death_, by Alan
Seeger; _Song of the Chattahoochee_, by Sidney Lanier; _If All the
Skies_, by Henry van Dyke.

HARR WAGNER PUBLISHING COMPANY--_Mothers of Men_ and _The Fortunate
Isles_, by Joaquin Miller.

THE PUBLISHERS.

POEMS TEACHERS ASK FOR

BOOK TWO

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Home

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye left behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
It don't make any differunce how rich ye get t' be,
How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great yer luxury;
It ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped 'round everything.

Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin' in it:
Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born, and then
Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women good, an' men;
And gradjerly, as time goes on ye find ye wouldn't pa