by Jacob William Wright

1 The Garden 2 The River 3 Christmas 4 Butter, Eggs, Ducks, Geese 5 The Sugar Barrels 6 Jimmy, the Lamplighter 7 Flies 8 The Autumn Leaves 9 Getting in the Wood 10 The Rain 11 Grandmother 12 When Day is Done

Then said he unto me, Go thy way, Weigh me the weight of the fire, Or measure me the blast of the wind, Or call me again the day that is past. II Esdras IV:5

The day is done, and yet we linger here at the window of the private office, alone, in the early evening. Street sounds come surging up to us the hoarse Voice of the City a confused blur of noise clanging trolley cars, rumbling wagons, and familiar cries all the varied commotion of the home going hour when the city's buildings are pouring forth their human tide of laborers into the clogged arteries.