 mair to be
     In the glory o' His presence in our ain countree.
     Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest,
     I wad fain be ganging noo, unto my Saviour's breast,
     For he gathers in His bosom witless, worthless lambs like me,
     An' carries them Himsel', to His ain countree.

     He's faithfu' that has promised, He'll surely come again,
     He'll keep his tryst wi' me, at what hour I dinna ken;
     But he bids me still to wait, an' ready aye to be
     To gang at ony moment to my ain countree.
     So I'm watching aye, and singing o' my hame as I wait,
     For the soun'ing o' His footfa' this side the gowden gate,
     God gie His grace to ilk ane wha' listens noo to me,
     That we a' may gang in gladness to our ain countree.


Hon. Anthony Q. Keasbey.

We cannot do better than quote the words of Dr. Thomas Dunn English, the
well-known author of "Ben Bolt", now living in Newark, N. J.,--with regard
to Mr. Keasbey.

"Here, in Newark", says he, "we have a lawyer of distinction, Anthony Q.
Keasbey, who occasionally throws off some polished verses, as he excuses
them, by way of 'safety plugs for high mental pressure,' and these are
always smooth and scholarly. They are mostly privately printed for the
amusement of the poet and a few chosen friends. One of these, however, has
such a vein of tenderness and so much heart music that it deserves to
become public property and to remain as much the favorite with others as
it is with me." The poem referred to is, "My Wife's Crutches."

"Unquestionably", continues Dr. English, "Mr. Keasbey stands well in his
profession, and for years, under several Federal administrations, filled
the office of United States District Attorney with credit to himself and
advantage to the public; but this little tender poem does more honor to his
intellect than his legal acquirements, however eminent they may be, and
gives him a still stronger claim to the regard of his many friends."

Among Mr. Keasbey's published collected poems are "Palm Sunday", of which
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