5923 lines
238 KiB
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5923 lines
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<h1 epub:type="title">Magnolia Leaves</h1>
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<p>By <b epub:type="z3998:author z3998:personal-name">Mary Weston Fordham</b>.</p>
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<nav id="toc" epub:type="toc">
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<h2 epub:type="title">Table of Contents</h2>
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<li>
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<a href="#titlepage">Titlepage</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#imprint">Imprint</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#foreword">Introductory</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#preface">Preface</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#dedication">Dedication</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#halftitlepage">Magnolia Leaves</a>
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<ol>
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<a href="#magnolia-leaves">Creation</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#shipwreck">Shipwreck</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-washerwoman">The Washerwoman</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-snowdrop">The Snowdrop</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-saxon-legend-of-language">The Saxon Legend of Language</a>
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<a href="#the-christ-child">The Christ Child</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#bells-of-st-michael">Bells of <abbr>St.</abbr> Michael</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-exiles-reverie">The Exile’s Reverie</a>
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<a href="#the-snowstorm">The Snowstorm</a>
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<a href="#maiden-and-river">Maiden and River</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#chicago-exposition-ode">Chicago Exposition Ode</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#atlanta-exposition-ode">Atlanta Exposition Ode</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#stars-and-stripes">Stars and Stripes</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-the-eagle">To the Eagle</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-crucifixion">The Crucifixion</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#uranne">Uranne</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#magnolia">Magnolia</a>
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<a href="#to-my-mother">To My Mother</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#nestle-down-cottage">Nestle-Down Cottage</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#mothers-recall">Mother’s Recall</a>
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<a href="#dedicated-to-the-right-revd-d-a-payne">Dedicated to the Right <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev’d</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">D. A.</abbr> Payne</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#october">October</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-dying-girl">The Dying Girl</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#alaska">Alaska</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#on-parting-with-a-friend">On Parting with a Friend</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#twilight-musings">Twilight Musing</a>
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<a href="#song-to-erin">Song to Erin</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-valentine">The Valentine</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#lines-to-florence">Lines to Florence</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#by-the-waters-of-babylon">“By the Waters of Babylon”</a>
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<a href="#the-pen">The Pen</a>
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<a href="#ode-to-peace">Ode to Peace</a>
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<a href="#a-requiem">A Requiem</a>
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<a href="#the-grafted-bud">The Grafted Bud</a>
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<a href="#in-memoriam">In Memoriam</a>
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<a href="#rev-samuel-weston"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr> Samuel Weston</a>
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<a href="#to-rev-thaddeus-saltus">To <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr> Thaddeus Saltus</a>
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<a href="#tribute-to-capt-f-w-dawson">Tribute to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Capt.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">F. W.</abbr> Dawson</a>
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<a href="#mrs-louise-b-weston"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Louise <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">B.</abbr> Weston</a>
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<a href="#lines-to-mrs-isabel-peace">Lines to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Isabel Peace</a>
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<a href="#in-memoriam-alphonse-campbell-fordham">In Memoriam</a>
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<li>
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<a href="#mr-edward-fordham"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Edward Fordham</a>
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<a href="#death-of-a-grandparent">Death of a Grandparent</a>
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<a href="#queenie">Queenie</a>
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<a href="#to-an-infant">To an Infant</a>
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<a href="#in-memoriam-susan-eugenia-bennett">In Memoriam</a>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#mrs-rebecca-weston"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Rebecca Weston</a>
|
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<a href="#mrs-e-cohrs-brown"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">E.</abbr> Cohrs Brown</a>
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<a href="#mrs-mary-furman-weston-byrd"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mary Furman Weston Byrd</a>
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<a href="#colophon">Colophon</a>
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<a href="#uncopyright">Uncopyright</a>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Introductory</h2>
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<p>I give my cordial endorsement to this little book of poems, because I believe it will do its part to awaken the Muse of Poetry which I am sure slumbers in very many of the sons and daughters of the race of which the author of this work is a representative.</p>
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<p>The Negro’s right to be considered worthy of recognition in the field of poetic effort is not now gainsaid as formerly, and each succeeding effort but emphasizes his right to just consideration.</p>
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<p>The hope, I have, is, that this volume of poems may fall among the critical and intelligent, who will accord the just meed of praise or of censure, to the end that further effort may be stimulated, no matter what the verdict.</p>
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<p>The readers I trust will find as much to praise and admire as have I done.</p>
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<p epub:type="z3998:sender"><span epub:type="z3998:signature">Booker <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">T.</abbr> Washington</span>,<br/>
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<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Prin.</abbr> Tuskegee Normal and Industrial Institute.</p>
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<p>Tuskegee, <abbr epub:type="z3998:place">AL</abbr>, <time datetime="1897-12-06">December 6th, 1897</time>.</p>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Preface</h2>
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<p>This little volume is launched on the doubtful sea of literature with the hope that the breezes of public opinion may give an impetus to its voyage. I hope that it will be kindly received as simply the harbinger of what may be expected from the generations to come; and shall consider its mission as being fulfilled if it should be the means of arousing and stimulating some of our youth to higher and greater efforts along this line.</p>
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<span>Commending it to an intelligent and impartial criticism,</span>
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<span epub:type="z3998:signature">The Author.</span>
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<p>To<br/>
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<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">S. S.</abbr> Forbes,<br/>
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of<br/>
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||
Massachusetts,<br/>
|
||
and<br/>
|
||
Miss Floride Cunningham,<br/>
|
||
of<br/>
|
||
South Carolina,<br/>
|
||
These “Leaves”<br/>
|
||
Are Respectfully Dedicated<br/>
|
||
By the Author.</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="halftitlepage" epub:type="halftitlepage frontmatter">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="fulltitle">Magnolia Leaves</h2>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<article id="creation" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Creation</h2>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph">
|
||
<p>“The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth his handiwork.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Earth, adore creative power,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That made and gave to man as dower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">This world of beauty rare,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With hills and vales of verdant green,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With rills and brooks of crystal sheen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lovely beyond compare.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Sun, bright ruler of the day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When first thy power thou did’st display,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Earth must have shrank in fear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When like a meteor burst thy light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Turning to day the long, long night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With radiance wondrous fair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou Moon, pale sister of the Sun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When he his daily work has done,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou comest forth a queen;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A queen in silvery robe adorned,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With tiara of jewels formed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of starry orbs unseen.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ye twinkling stars of milder light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though now ye gleam like sapphires bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Across yon azure dome,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The day will dawn, that last dread day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When from yon heaven you’ll fall away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And man to Judgment come.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thunder and Lightnings burst and gleam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Frightful and fierce to us they seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Rending the darkened sky.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like giants tread the thunder’s peal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The vivid lightnings swiftly steal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And men in terror fly.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O filmy clouds, of purest white,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With robes of gossamer cased in white,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ye floating waters pure,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sometimes to burst in cooling showers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sometimes to deluge wintry hours</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With your relentless pour.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou beauteous Rainbow bursting forth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With varied hues encircling earth;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sign to Noah made.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“I place amid the Clouds my Bow”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To show that I will nevermore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Deluge with angry flood.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mountains and Hills whose snow capped tops</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The vast horizon overlooks,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Pyramids strong and sure;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor lightnings fierce nor earthquake shock</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can ever sway, for firm as rock</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ye ever will endure.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou Ocean vast, oftimes thy breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is calm and still as if at rest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like one in quiet sleep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But soon in anger thou may’st roar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And madly toss from shore to shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And human harvest reap.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Fountains and Rivulets so clear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That gush amid the valleys fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With soft and mellow ring;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As coming forth from glade and wood</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Your babblings whisper “God is good,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ye make the vales to sing.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Now when all nature swells the song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When beast and birds the strain prolong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall man from praise refrain?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then would the rocks and hills proclaim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All nature crying out for shame,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They who their Maker’s image wear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Should shout and sing till rent the air</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With rhapsodies sublime.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="shipwreck" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Shipwreck</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Night and a starless sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ship on wild billows tost,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With tattered sails and opening seams.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And deck bestrewn with falling beams.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Swift plunging to her doom.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Red lightnings round her flash,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Loud thunders crash and roar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the noble vessel mounts the crest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the reeking waves, then sinks to rest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mid carnival of woe.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Petrel soars aloft,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wailing her hymn of death,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the dirgelike sounds pierce the blackened sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the crew send forth one anguished cry,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sinking to lowest depth.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Some ships go out to sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That never more return,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Souls that from heaven in infancy come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tarnished and ruined by sin may become,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the Dove to the Ark they never return,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But sink as ship to doom.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-washerwoman" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Washerwoman</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With hands all reddened and sore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With back and shoulders low bent,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She stands all day, and part of the night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till her strength is well-nigh spent.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With her rub—rub—rub,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And her wash, rinse, shake,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till the muscles start and the spirit sinks,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the bones begin to ache.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>At morn when the sunbeams scatter</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In rays so golden and bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She yearns for the hour of even,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She longs for the restful night.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still she rubs—rubs—rubs,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With the energy born of want,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the larder’s empty and must be filled—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The fuel’s growing scant.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>As long as the heart is blithesome,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will her spirit bear her up,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And kindness and love imparteth a zest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To sweeten hard life’s bitter cup.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But to toil—toil—toil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From the grey of the morn till eve,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is an ordeal so drear for a human to bear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which the rich can hardly conceive.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What part in the world of pleasure?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">What holidays are her own?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the rich reck not of privations and tears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Saying, “she is to the manor born.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So dry those scalding tears</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That furrow so deeply thy cheek,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For rest—rest—rest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will come at the end of the week.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yes, even on earth there’s a day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When labor and toil must cease,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The world at its birth received the mandate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the seventh day of rest.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the sweet-toned Sabbath bells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Break o’er the balmy air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then sing—sing—sing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That the morning stars may hear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For the frugal table spread,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For the crust and the humble bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When He to whom all earth belongs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had not where to lay His head,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then toil for thy daily bread,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Let thy heart like thy hands be clean,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And rub—rub—rub</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till thy bones all ache, I ween.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With hands all reddened and sore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With back and shoulders bent low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou hast for thy comfort that rest, sweet rest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will be found on the other shore.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then they who’ve washed their souls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will dip in the crystal tide</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the fountain clear that was oped to man</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From the Saviour’s wounded side.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-snowdrop" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Snowdrop</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How comest thou, O flower so fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bud and bloom while wintry air</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Still hovers o’er the land?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How comest from the cold, dark earth?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That fostered thee and gave thee birth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Studding thy brow with snow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Say, didst thou yearn for sunny bowers?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To gladden with thy pure, pale flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The valley and the hill?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Down in the darkness whence thou came,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hear’st aught of passion, fashion, fame,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or even greed for gold?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And when the old earth’s bosom heaves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And scatters man like autumn’s leaves.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With its low thundered voice,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou sleep’st serene with eyelids closed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No earthquake shock breaks thy repose,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till comes the breath of Spring.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-saxon-legend-of-language" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Saxon Legend of Language</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The earth was young, the world was fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And balmy breezes filled the air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nature reposed in solitude,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When God pronounced it “very good.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The snow-capped mountain reared its head,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The deep, dark forests widely spread,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er pebbly shores the stream did play</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On glad creation’s natal day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But silence reigned, nor beast nor bird</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had from its mate a whisper heard,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>E’en man, God’s image from above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Could not, to Eve, tell of his love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where the four rivers met there strayed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The man and wife, no whit afraid,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the arch-fiend expelled from heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had not yet found his way to Eden.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But lo! a light from ’mid the tree,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But hark! a rustling ’mongst the leaves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then a fair Angel from above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Descending, sang his song of love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Forth sprang the fierce beasts from their lair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bright feathered songsters fill the air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All nature stirred to centre rang</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the celestial song began.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Lion, monarch of the plain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>First tried to imitate the strain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And shaking high his mane he roared,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till beast and bird around him cohered.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The little Linnet tuned her lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Lark, in turn, did welcome day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And cooing soft, the timid Dove</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Did to his mate tell of his love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then Eve, the synonym of grace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Drew nearer to the solemn place,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And heard the words to music set</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In tones so sweet, she ne’er forgot.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The anthems from the earth so rare,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Higher and higher filled the air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till Seraphs caught the inspiring strain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And morning stars together sang.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then laggard Adam sauntered near,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What Eve had heard he too must hear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But ah! for aye will woman’s voice</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Make man to sigh or him rejoice.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Only the fishes in the deep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Did not arouse them from their sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So they alas! did never hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the Angel’s visit to this sphere.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor have they ever said one word</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To mate or man, or beast or bird.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-christ-child" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Christ Child</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On a starry, wintry night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Frosty and cold was the air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the lowly vale where Bethlehem stood,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Looked bleak, and barren and bare.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Her streets deserted and dim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lit only by myriads of stars,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That with shimm’ring light illumined the night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Among them was fiery Mars.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Adown ’mid the valley so drear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Knelt men, in wonder and fear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For lo! in the distance a bright star had risen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Wondrously brilliant and clear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then an Angel’s voice they heard</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In heavenly tones it said,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To you I bring “glad tidings of joy,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Fear not nor be dismayed.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Go follow that star, ’twill lead</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the Christ-child’s lowly bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though Israel’s King, He sleeps in an “inn”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the cattle oft are fed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then over the humble place</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the Royal Babe was laid,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Did the “Star of the East,” blest Bethlehem’s star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Irradiate no more to fade.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! brightest and best they cried,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our long promised Israel’s King,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shine out from afar, thou bright morning star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To thee our offerings we bring.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Bethlehem! blest city of old</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like pilgrims to Mecca we come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To thy hallowed site, on each Christmas night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The Christ-child’s humble home.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="bells-of-st-michael" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Bells of <abbr>St.</abbr> Michael</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come and listen to the chiming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of <abbr>St.</abbr> Michael’s merry bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the joyous Christmas morning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All of Bethlehem’s story tells.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When they sweetly chime the anthem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Glory to be to God on high,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the children swell the chorus,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Earth to heaven seems very nigh.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On the gladsome Easter morning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When the earliest flow’rets bloom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Snowdrops pure and violets purple</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Blend to scatter sweet perfume;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then your happiest notes are poured forth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Then your Jubilee is heard,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pealing out in joyful accents,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Chiming, “God is very good.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From that ancient lofty turret,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Overlooking land and sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Peals of comfort have been wafted,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sounds of gladness o’er the lea.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Many a storm-tost, weary wanderer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Looked to thee as hope’s bright star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Listened to thy mellow chiming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Smiling as he crossed the bar.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah! old bells, beneath your tolling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Many a form lies buried low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Neath the green-sward of “God’s Acre,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Rest they, all their sorrows o’er.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Softly wave the bending willows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sweetly sing the birds their lays,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whilst thy dear old bells are clanging,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They are singing hymns of praise.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Dear old bells your music thrills me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whether rung in joy or woe,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They recall the joyous spring time</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of fond mem’ry’s “long ago”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweetly chime through all the ages;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As time’s cycles swiftly move;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Peal forth loudly, God is gracious;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whisper softly, He is love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-exiles-reverie" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Exile’s Reverie</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’Twas sunset’s hour, the glorious day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had in its beauty passed away;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sun had bathed in golden dyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">This Southern land of sunny skies;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And crimson clouds, like birds of wing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Did o’er the earth their radiance fling;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While zephyrs sang amid the trees,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And song-birds warbled to the breeze;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For Spring, just bursting into birth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had come once more to gladden earth.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Near Pensacola’s margin, lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Laved by its never ceasing spray,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The exile, from his native land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The dweller on a foreign strand.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And as he lay kind thoughts of home</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like visions of the past did come;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And mem’ry’s mirror pictured clear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The starlight of his boyhood there;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The hopes that clustered round his brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The shrine at which he loved to bow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>He mused aloud, Oh! Italy!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Land of the chivalric, the free!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Bruce may of Scotland tune his lyre.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But thee alone, can’st me inspire.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Birthplace of beauty! never more</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall I behold thy vine-clad shore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sward where I in childhood play’d—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The haunts deep in the forest shade—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The place where, mould’ring in decay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The ashes of a sire lay.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Why did I leave thee?</span>
|
||
<span>As spring flowers</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Return no more through summer hours</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When once they blossom, bear and die,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No more will bloom neath sultry sky;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So heart of man when hopes have fled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And love lies buried with the dead,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No second spring time sends one ray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To cheer his path through life’s dark day;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hope’s blossoms like the early dew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Once passed away, naught can renew.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Still I live on, and oft, at eve</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My isolated cot I leave;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thence to this lonely nook I hie</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To take a glance at days gone by.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Each blue wave hast’ning to its goal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Fit type of the immortal soul)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In thrilling accents seems to say</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou’rt nearing fast life’s closing day;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou soon wilt reach thy better home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The home where changes never come.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-snowstorm" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Snowstorm</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Gentle as a maiden’s dream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Softly as the gliding stream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Falls the glittering, sparkling snow.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With its wealth of crystal pearls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shining, pure-white coronals,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With its robe of silvery sheen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Decking earth like virgin queen.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>As the noiseless flakes descend,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As they downward quickly tend,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Floating waves of downy snow.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Garnered from the upper realms;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Harvested by unknown hands,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gulfed from cloudland’s brightest bower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sent to earth as richest dower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Symbol pure, and emblem sweet!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Type of purity! ’twere meet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That many swell the strain attuned.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Clad with garb like angels wear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Robed in heaven’s holiest gear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pure, white snow, I welcome thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hymning lays of minstrelsy.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="maiden-and-river" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Maiden and River</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>Maiden</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>River, why in ceaseless flow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Must you ripple to and fro?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Stop a while.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lonely on thy bank I stand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On your shining, pebbly strand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Canst thou not a moment stay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the long, long summer day?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Stop a while.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>River</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Child of earth dost thou not know</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ne’er can cease my endless flow?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I must go.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Onward till I reach my outlet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Out beyond the golden sunset,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Seek not then to stay my flowing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Onward still I must be going</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To my goal.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>Maiden</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>River, when the storms are raging,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wind and rain a warfare waging,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Do you fear?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When thy waves with whitened crest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Toss around in wild unrest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Doth thy bosom shake with fear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Trembling, lest thy end is near?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Say, O! say.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>River</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Child, my race will ne’er be run</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not till yonder blazing sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Fades away.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Look t’wards the horizon’s crest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>See the mighty Ocean’s breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now its billowy waves are still,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He who says it is My will,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Keepeth me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>Maiden</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>River, should’st thou chance to see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On thy journey through the lea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Snow white sail?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Reaching out towards the clouds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Quivering with its massive shrouds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Touch it gently with thy arms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shield it safe from rude alarms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">It is mine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>River</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Child of earth hast thou not heard?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That He knows of beast and bird</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Every hair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can He not then bring to thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Safe from o’er the murmuring sea.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mortal child O! ne’er despair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Ship ahoy!” may greet thy ear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Soon, ay soon.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>Maiden</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>River, then glide sweetly on,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till thy goal is safely won,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till at last</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou dost hear like thunder roar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Breaking from the golden shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Awful words from sacred lore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Time for thee shall be no more.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">River, farewell.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="chicago-exposition-ode" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Chicago Exposition Ode</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Columbia, all hail!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">May thy banner ne’er be furled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till Liberty, with her beauteous rays,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Enlighten all the world.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Columbia, to thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From every clime we come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To lay our trophies at thy feet—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our sunbright, glorious home.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’Twas a lovely autumn morn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the leaves were turning red,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the sturdy oaks and graceful pines</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Their branches overspread;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the breezes softly swept</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The hills and valleys o’er;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the dew-kissed earth with incense sweet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Crowned forest, grove and flower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On a grassy knoll near by</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the rustling leaves were piled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Knelt a mighty chief of a mighty tribe,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And his band of warriors wild.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the rising sun had shown</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the trained eyes of that band,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That vessels three, like white-winged birds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Were steering straight for land.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Whence comes this stranger fleet?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whence hails this Pale Face crew?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the chieftain’s brow was wrapped in pain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As his tomahawk he drew.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then, with quivering voice, he said</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Some evil may betide;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the land of the sky this host has come—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Let’s haste to the river side.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And the warriors started forth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like fawns through the forest trees;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When lo! what a wondrous, solemn sight—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Pale Faces” on their knees!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Before the Holy Cross,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Each with uncovered brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Prayed the mighty God, that His blessings e’er</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Might this fair land endow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And the stalwart braves—awe-struck—,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With heads bowed low on breast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As the veteran sailor proudly cried</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">San Salvador, the blest!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And this first, grand solemn act</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Has been chronicled in heaven;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For, from East to West of this broad, fair land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Has God’s benison been given.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then hail! bright, sunny land!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Home of the free, the brave!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the eastern shores to the western plains,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Let thy banner proudly wave.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nations beyond the seas</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall worship at thy shrine;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Honor and wealth, and matchless power,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Columbia! be thine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="atlanta-exposition-ode" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Atlanta Exposition Ode</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Cast down your bucket where you are,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From burning sands or Polar star</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From where the iceberg rears its head</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or where the kingly palms outspread;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Mid blackened fields or golden sheaves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or foliage green, or autumn leaves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come sounds of warning from afar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Cast down your bucket where you are.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What doth it matter if thy years</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have slowly dragged ’mid sighs and tears?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What doth it matter, since thy day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is brightened now by hope’s bright ray.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The morning star will surely rise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Ethiop’s sons with longing eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And outstretched hands, will bless the day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When old things shall have passed away.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come, comrades, from the East, the West!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Come, bridge the chasm.</span>
|
||
<span>It is best.</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come, warm hearts of the sunny South,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And clasp hands with the mighty North.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rise Afric’s sons and chant with joy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Good will to all without alloy;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The night of grief has passed away—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On Orient gleams a brighter day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Say, ye that wore the blue, how sweet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That thus in sympathy we meet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our brothers who the gray did love</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And martyrs to their cause did prove.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Say, once for all and once again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That blood no more shall flow in vain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Say Peace shall brood o’er this fair land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And hearts, for aye, be joined with hand.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hail! Watchman, from thy lofty height;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell us, O tell us of the night?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will Bethlehem’s Star ere long arise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And point this nation to the skies?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will paeans ring from land and sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fraught with untrammelled liberty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till Time’s appointed course be run,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Earth’s millennium be began?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Cast down your bucket,” let it be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As water flows both full and free!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let charity, that twice blest boon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy watchword be from night to morn.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let kindness as the dew distil</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To friend and foe, alike, good will;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till sounds the wondrous battle-call,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For all one flag, one flag for all.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="stars-and-stripes" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Stars and Stripes</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hail Flag of the Union! Hail Flag of the free!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That floateth so proudly o’er land and o’er sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy Stars and thy Stripes, in grandeur doth wave</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er hearts that are true and hands that are brave.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When first thy bright pennant was lifted on high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When first ’twas unfolded to patriot’s eye;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The ovation that greeted thee, rose through the air</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like incense from altars of hearts true and dear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hail Flag of our country, when thrown to the breeze</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy power is acknowledged, far over the seas.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy influence so boundless, that none may deny,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy potency reaches all lands, ’neath the sky.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Should war like a dark cloud, encircle our land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With its threat’ning besom o’ershadow the main.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With head lifted high, thou would’st laugh them to scorn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who from thy tall flagstaff would try to pull down.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Long, long may thy Stripes and thy Stars proudly wave</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er hearts that are true and hands that are brave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And ne’er may thy children, resign to the foe</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Flag that was baptized, in blood long ago.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-the-eagle" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To the Eagle</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Fain would I rival thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Monarch of birds</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soaring so loftily</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Up to the clouds!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Spreading thy pinions</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And mounting on air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ethereally floating</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Divinely and fair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where is thy resting place?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where dost thou dwell?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is the mountain thy home</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or the stern rock thy cell?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dost thou live in the desert?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is the forest thy lair?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, where is thy resting place?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Eagle, say where?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Always tending upward</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">May this be my aim;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ne’er swerving from duty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or shrinking from pain.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Tis thus would I rival thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Monarch of birds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When soaring loftily</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Up to the clouds.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-crucifixion" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Crucifixion</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Why did the sun his beams conceal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As if unwilling to reveal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That deed of mankind on the day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When Jesus, at the altar, lay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A willing sacrifice.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Earth, too, in terror shook, when He</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Mighty, died on Calvary;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When for our sins He bowed His head,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gave up the ghost, and quickly sped</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To regions of the dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And some who had for ages long</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Been wrapped in slumber deep and strong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Awoke, and by their converse showed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That death no more dominion had</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In that He died.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Why did He die?</span>
|
||
<span>Ah! blissful thought,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When we near death and hell were brought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He left His Father’s courts above—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, list to such amazing love—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And died to save.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Why did He die?</span>
|
||
<span>’Twas love divine</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That caused Him all things to resign—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A heavenly choir, celestial home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Exalted seat, seraphic song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And all to save.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Blest thought! He reigns victorious now,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To whom all earth will shortly bow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let men below and saints above</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wonder at such stupendous love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As caused their God to die.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="uranne" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Uranne</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In a far off hamlet near the sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where billows oft, in days of storm, and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nights of darkness rush reckless to the shore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where tall, white cliffs like watchmen keep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A life-long vigil; Oft when the morning</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sunbeams gild their lofty peaks they seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like massive crystal vases adorned with</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rays of gold.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Hard-by those snowy cliffs,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shielded safe from cutting winds and icy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Blasts, stood an humble, unpretending cot,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its low, thatched roof of matted moss</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Glimmered, when the morning sun brightened</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up the valley, and cast its rays aslant through</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>The tiny windows ignorant of glass.</span>
|
||
<span>Its well-</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Scrubbed floor shone like polished wood;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all around an air of quiet, peace and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Love, prevailed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Within that cosy nest, there</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dwelt three loving hearts, Nay, four, for on the</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Very morn when Christmas bells were</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ringing o’er the land, When children of the rich</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And children of the poor alike, were talking</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the Christ-child, and his day, Unto them a</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Child was given, And this lovely babe, blest Christmas</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Gift—was richly prized.</span>
|
||
<span>E’en now she knew her</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Father’s voice, and leaped with joy at his return.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>But ah! the cry of war, broke o’er the land.</span>
|
||
<span>Cruel</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>War, that rends the households and the hearts;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That makes fond bosoms bleed; and waters all</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sod with tears, Salty, agonizing tears, which,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When they dry, leave furrows never healing.—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sorrows, never ceasing.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">The mandate came.—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Marco must go.</span>
|
||
<span>What! leave the dear ones all</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Alone.</span>
|
||
<span>The gray-haired sire sunning himself</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Without the cottage door?</span>
|
||
<span>The little wife in</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Blooming womanhood?</span>
|
||
<span>The cherub who in</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Human form had come to bless his home?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Must he leave his treasures and away to</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Distant shores, perchance, lay clown to die?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>O! the thought was death itself.</span>
|
||
<span>Yet go he</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Must.</span>
|
||
<span>Each day he’d wander through the glade,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where every blade and tuft of grass was dear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>So dear.</span>
|
||
<span>All his life from babe to manhood,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Here was spent.</span>
|
||
<span>Here he grew, and loved,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>And wedded.</span>
|
||
<span>Here the precious Mother in her</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Green old age had yielded to the sharp scythe</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Of the Reaper Death.</span>
|
||
<span>Could he leave her?</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">The day of</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Parting came.</span>
|
||
<span>The sun was high when Marco</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Rose.</span>
|
||
<span>The cheery little table decked with snowy</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Cloth was laid.</span>
|
||
<span>Out from their frugal hoard</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Came every dainty Uranne could find.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Naught was too good for him.</span>
|
||
<span>The dear, the</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Faithful!</span>
|
||
<span>He who had done all in human power</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>To make her life joyous.</span>
|
||
<span>Truly, she said, as tears</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lingered in her eyes, “My lines in pleasant places</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have been cast.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Well long they tarried o’er that</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Meal.</span>
|
||
<span>It seemed as though ’twould never end,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>And yet they were not eating.</span>
|
||
<span>At last the babe</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Stretched forth its chubby hands and with</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Infantile speech, broke up the silent meal.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Marco arose—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Father, adieu.</span>
|
||
<span>Take care of these as best thou</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Can’st.</span>
|
||
<span>I know the load is much too great for</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Thee.</span>
|
||
<span>Whose silvery hairs are whitening o’er with age.</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Do all thou can’st and leave the rest to “Him</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who notes when e’en the sparrows fall.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And now, Uranne! truest and best, I can</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not give thee any more my heart, for thou had’st</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>It all long ago.</span>
|
||
<span>Thy love to me has been like</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Silver lining ’mid the clouds of life.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Has opened up my heart to kindlier feelings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For all who on this earth have naught to cheer,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To solace them in hours like these.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">But time doth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Fly.</span>
|
||
<span>Whether the moments teem with joy or</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Flit in sorrow.</span>
|
||
<span>So Marco said, e’re yet I go,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Take this bunch of half-blown buds and place</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon your breast, near your heart, and wear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Them till I come.</span>
|
||
<span>Let naught divide ’twixt</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Thee and them.</span>
|
||
<span>’Mid summer’s glow or winter’s</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Cold, loved one, wear them next thy heart.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their very name, Forget-Me-Not, will ’mind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thee of thy lover-husband.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Days, weeks,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Months passed by.</span>
|
||
<span>No tidings yet had</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come to them, in that lone village by the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ofttimes the sire would hand-in-hand take</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Baby for a walk “by the sad, sea waves”—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then would the little one pick up shells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And moss, and lisp so sweetly with</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Infantile grace, that the aged form would</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Straighten up, as if once more the fires of youth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Burned brightly in his veins; and his old</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bereaved heart would leap for joy.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Alas! when early</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Spring had come, and the little snowdrops</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gleamed in the valley, little Bright-eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Faded and was laid beneath them.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! then the sun went down in blackness grim.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the whole world seemed devoid of life;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Not worth living, the old man cried.</span>
|
||
<span>And</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then he, too, alas! was laid beside the babe.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">All through the long-,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Long summer lonely Uranne dwelt.</span>
|
||
<span>Her heart</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Low down beneath the Daisies.</span>
|
||
<span>Uranne, the</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Pride of him who now, alas! was no more.</span>
|
||
<span>Perchance</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He too was sleeping in that far-off land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Without a kindly hand to smooth his aching</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Brow, or wipe from his cheeks the damp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Death dews.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">One morning when the dew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had not yet left the sodden grass,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She left the cot to look for her beloved.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She sat her down ’mid the dingy rocks, which</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Girt the shore.</span>
|
||
<span>The little ripples kissed her feet</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Caressingly.</span>
|
||
<span>Long she looked for a white sail,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To greet her tired eyes.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Marco, dost hear Uranne’s</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Call?</span>
|
||
<span>Wilt thou no more return?</span>
|
||
<span>My heart is</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Breaking with its load.</span>
|
||
<span>No longer can I wait—</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But list! I’ll whisper in thine ear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The blue “Forget-Me Nots,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The sweet Forget Me Nots” which thou</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Did’st place upon my breast.</span>
|
||
<span>Thou wilt see them</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>When thou com’st.</span>
|
||
<span>None shall them remove.</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweetheart, I keep them till you come.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">There they found her cold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>And stark.</span>
|
||
<span>With hand pressed close to heart</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Where lay her flowers.</span>
|
||
<span>The sounding sea seemed</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To forget to hurl its billows ’gainst the beach</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Now white and shining.</span>
|
||
<span>E’en the little ripples</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Seemed to say, Uranne!</span>
|
||
<span>And the great</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mountain rocks would echo back, Uranne!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">
|
||
<span>Years went by.</span>
|
||
<span>The war, the</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Cruel war was at an end.</span>
|
||
<span>And Peace with</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flowing mantle had overspread the land;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With anxious heart, but willing feet, the</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soldier started for his dear old cabin nestled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>So snugly in the valley.</span>
|
||
<span>Would he find them all?</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The dear old sire with his silvered hair—Perchance</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He had lain him down to sleep, beside the wife</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who had left him in his prime.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">But she, the dear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Uranne, she was there, no doubt of that.</span>
|
||
<span>A stronger,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Healthier lass ne’er spun the dance.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Then the baby, our baby.</span>
|
||
<span>How she must have</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Grown.</span>
|
||
<span>Wonder if she remembers me, her own dear</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Sire?</span>
|
||
<span>Who oft would soothe and rock to sleep.</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O yes; Uranne has taught her to love and lisp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My name.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">When the proud vessel dropped her</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Anchor in the Bay, no prouder man, nor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Hopeful, than was Marco.</span>
|
||
<span>Lightly he sprang</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Ashore.</span>
|
||
<span>He looked to right, to left, no sign of</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His loved ones cheered his gaze.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Uranne, he cried, What! no welcome for Marco?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No outstretched arms to fold me in love’s embrace?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He tottered to the cot all overgrown with</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Weeds and trailing vines.</span>
|
||
<span>O! stars above write</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On hardest stone, Desolate, forlorn—alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Unconsciously he moved along the lane</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>That led to the old church-yard.</span>
|
||
<span>The little</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tuneful bell that had pealed so joyously</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On his marriage eve, was silent now.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>He saw no one, nor questions asked.</span>
|
||
<span>But</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Slowly crept to where three mounds were</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Raised all side by side.</span>
|
||
<span>He closely scanned</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Them all, when lo! upon the longest grave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A beauteous tuft of blue Forget-Me-Nots—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Aha! he cried, my bright, my blue Forget-Me-Nots!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My flowers which I placed upon her breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And bid her wear till we should meet again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>My faithful one.</span>
|
||
<span>The seeds matured on thy</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dear bosom, nourished by thine own mortality,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Pushed their way to the sunlight of earth,</span>
|
||
<span>To</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Cheer and to ’mind of faithful love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Love which lasts even after the gates of</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Death are passed.</span>
|
||
<span>Then he wailed the whole</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Day long: Come, O! come! Uranne, come!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like my flowers, leave your bed, too dark too</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Drear for thee.</span>
|
||
<span>Uranne, come to me!</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or I will come to thee!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There they found him, there they laid him,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With his flowers and Uranne.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="magnolia" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Magnolia</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Magnolia! “Pale city of the dead,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Adown thy gravelled walks I tread,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy marble pillars looming high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy polished shafts around me lie.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With soft, mild rays, the winter sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy tortuous pathways doth illume,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The weeping-willow droops its head,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To crown the “City of the Dead.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On every side death’s tracks I see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His footsteps grim encompass me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The high-born here, the lowly there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The proud man there, the humble here.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The rich has left his golden hoard,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No more he sits at festive board,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He could not bribe relentless death,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With all his garnered stores of wealth.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Here lies a maiden spotless fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose claim on life for many a year</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Seemed sure.</span>
|
||
<span>But the grim Reaper smiled,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And bending, claimed her for his child.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So lovingly they made her bed.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And tenderly these garlands spread,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bright emblems of a stricken flower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now blooming in a sunnier bower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And here an infant’s grave I see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ere sin could stain its purity,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It plumed its wings and upward soared,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To live forever with its God.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though fair the earth, it would not stay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Much fairer still the land away.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Restrain me not, for I would go</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where crystal fountains endless flow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With slow, sad steps I press me on</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To a majestic tower of stone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That tells me they who sleep around</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had for their country’s weal laid down</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Their lives.</span>
|
||
<span>Ah! many a widowed heart</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hath bent and broke with sorrow’s dart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For him who now beneath the sod,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yielded his spirit to his God.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And many a youth with trappings gay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Mid martial music liveliest, lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No more in life returned to bless</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their loved ones with a fond caress,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But laid them down to their last sleep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>In stranger land.</span>
|
||
<span>Now angels keep</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A loving vigil o’er each grave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And bending branches o’er them wave.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>City of Shadows! fondly keep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The loved who in thy bosom sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shielded from every earthly care,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They rest secure and free from fear.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let grasses green and flow’rets bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Always illume thy paths with light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till from the heavens loud and clear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Resounds the invitation dear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Come up and meet me in the air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">My people.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-my-mother" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To My Mother</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I took up the burden of life anew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When she, the pure-hearted, died;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the golden cord was rent in twain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And she faded from my side.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the eyes grew dim that were wont to glow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With the holy light of love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the spirit, freed from earthly care,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sped to its rest above.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh, the dreary days! Oh, the weary nights!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Oh, the anguish, who can tell?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the light of my life went swiftly out,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the shadow athwart me fell.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the wound was deep, and the woe was great,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And its poignancy will blight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All the onward course of my future years,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till my faith be turned to sight.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I muse me now of the beautiful days,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The halcyon days of yore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And wonder if e’er on life’s stormy sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Such days I shall ever see more.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sky is as blue-tinted now as then,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the sunlight just as bright;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But they gladden me not as in other days</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ere she faded from my sight.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The clouds with their purple and amber hues—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Their gossamer robes of snow—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the stars at the quiet twilight hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In calm, clear beauty glow.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And music sweet as Aeolian harp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is echoing far and wide—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, sure, naught gladdens my heart as before</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She faded away from my side.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, Mother! in anguish I peer through the mists</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of a future, so dark without thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The desert of life hath truly been blessed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With an oasis sacred to thee.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And oft to this green spot of beauty I turn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My shrine of affection, my pride;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For, surely, naught gladdens my heart as before</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou fadedst away from my side.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="nestle-down-cottage" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Nestle-Down Cottage</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>As I sit by the ruddy oak fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And feel the grateful glow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come mem’ries sweet of a rustic cot,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That stood near the pebbly shore.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With its porch so bright and sunny,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the children loved to play,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the sounding shells, from the sandy beach,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All through the summer’s day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where, where are the blessed little ones</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whose childish voices sweet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who made the sunny porch resound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With the patter of little feet?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>One where the South Seas wildly break,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And dash on the gleaming sand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Has made Him a home ’mid strangers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far, far from his native land.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Another, the sweetest and dearest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Has long ’neath the daisies been laid,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! dark as a pall was the hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When they whispered my darling was dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The cottage still stands by the sea shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our sunny, bright “Nestle-Down,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But we ask so sadly where, O! where</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are the little children gone?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="mothers-recall" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Mother’s Recall</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come back to me, O ye, my children:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Come back to the home as of yore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As my longing eye peers through the vista of years,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Comes the heart-throbbing more and more.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I sit by the casement and listen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the fall of the soft, sobbing rain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>E’en the winds gently sigh as if loth to reply—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In vain, fond mother, in vain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Are ye gone for aye?</span>
|
||
<span>Shall I no more hear</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The ring and the din of glee?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have my nestlings flown and left me alone?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall their faces, I no more see?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I sit, and I wait while the days go by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the months merge slow into years;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till the twilight deep and the mystic sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the hopes give place to fears.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the Christmas chimes with its holy rhymes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ring out o’er the frosty plain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then I sit, and sigh for the “Sweet bye and bye”—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But the answer comes, “Mother in vain.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Each one of us, children, have gone forth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To fight out life’s battles alone;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the future must prove if your labor of love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Has, like bread on the waters, been thrown.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So the twilight comes—and the fire burns low—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the day is ebbing fast—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soon the merry chimes and the hallowed rhymes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will be numbered with the Past.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with hopeful eyes I’ll scan the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Perchance, ere next Christmas-tide,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will my children come to their own dear home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And their place at mother’s side.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="dedicated-to-the-right-revd-d-a-payne" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Dedicated to the Right <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev’d</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">D. A.</abbr> Payne</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! surely ’tis a theme sublime</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That stirs my soul to-day;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Awake then, muse nor slumber more,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till sung the wondrous lay.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My song shall be of one, whose youth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And strength were freely given</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To elevate, instruct, and lead</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Benighted souls to heaven.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My song shall be of him, whose hand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A mother’s taste did mould;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose precepts noble were to her</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As apples of pure gold.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’ll tell of one whose virtues rare</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In modesty enshrined;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who bears a lasting laurel wreath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">About his brow entwined.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Who in the days that tried men’s souls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Did ne’er from duty quail,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But wrought on ensign, lifted high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">There’s no such word as fail!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mem’ries so sweet are hov’ring round,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That I, with Psalmist, say</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“O! had I wings like turtle dove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Quickly I’d fly away!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Away, away beyond the hills</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where blooms the tree of life,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where limpid streams whose silent flow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ne’er stir the sea of strife.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oh! Bishop, Pastor, Friend, may’st thou</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To green old age be spared;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then, like a fully ripened ear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Go to thy rich reward.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="october" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">October</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Bright and beautiful art thou,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Autumn flowers crown thy brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Golden-rod and Aster blue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Russet leaf with crimson hue.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Half stripped branches waving by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Softly as a lullaby,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell of summer’s days gone by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell that winter’s very nigh.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the forest cool and chill,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sadly moans the Whippoorwill,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not as in the summer days,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When he gloried in his lays,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lower-toned, but sweet and clear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like thy crisp and fragrant air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Warbling forth with voice sublime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This is nature’s harvest time.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Crickets chirp amid the leaves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Squirrels hop among the trees,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Brown nuts falling thick and fast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the dewy, dying grass,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Glowing sun with softer rays,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Harbinger of wintry days,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell the year is going by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sighing forth its lullaby.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-dying-girl" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Dying Girl</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sister darling, ope the window, let the balmy air once more</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fan my flushed and throbbing brow as in the happy days of yore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would gaze again in rapture on the brightly setting sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For I know, my gentle sister, that the goal is almost won.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>See the crimson clouds are hov’ring round the glorious orb of day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the far-off hills are basking in its golden, garnished ray:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Listen to yon forest warbler hymning sweet and joyous lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Chanting forth its evening vespers to the sinking god of day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But sister, time is waning, after all it doth but seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That life is but a toilsome march, a weariness, a dream;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And yet I do not murmur, for if all the joys of earth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had not faded from my vision ere they ripened into birth,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>If the shadows had not thickened as they clustered round my brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had I not turned from the altar, where I worshipped long ago,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Perchance I might have reveled full too deep in human love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And forgotten God, my Maker, and my happy home above.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So ’tis well, and now I’m going to join that spirit band,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With their never-ceasing music, making glad that starry land;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I’m glad too, for I’m weary, and would rest me from my woe—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fain would land my stricken spirit on the banks of “Evermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And O! my dearly loved one, when sorrows round thee press,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hurling each deadly missile on thy pure and youthful breast—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then think upon thy dear one, O! may ne’er thy footsteps rove!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But meet me, surely meet me, in that happy home above.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Night’s shades hung o’er the valleys and obscured the forest green—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twas o’er; that happy spirit had been robed in spotless sheen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So they laid her ’mong the flowers, and the zephyr’s tuneful play</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Resounds a woodland requiem at the sunset of each day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="alaska" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Alaska</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Draped in everlasting snow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou’rt enthroned a queen.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Crown of moss and lichen grey,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Frosted o’er with ocean spray,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All thy long, long wintry day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dark and stern thy mien.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From the cloudland fresh and fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Falls the snow through crispy air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mantling vale and hill.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then old “Borealis” glows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With his fiery light that shows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Frozen nature in repose,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">River, stream and rill.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On thy north the Polar Sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thunders forth in wild melee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">’Mid gorges dark and steep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Full many a ship with noble crew,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lies low beneath thy waters blue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor left behind a single clue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But sleep a dreamless sleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Beside the far famed Yukon stands</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hundreds of men from distant lands,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All with the same desire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gold, gold’s the watchword, yellow ore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That tempts him from his homestead door,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Oh! alas he nevermore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">May sit by household fire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah! if men would only toil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dig and delve their own rich soil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With vigor and with vim;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Forth would spring the golden corn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Loud would ring the harvest song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Life and health they would prolong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All through nature’s prime.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Under his own, his fruitful vine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beneath his laden fig tree green,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He, like a king, would reign.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bending low with purple yield,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rivalling fair Eschkol’s fields,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He’d a potent influence wield,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With his corn and wine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="on-parting-with-a-friend" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">On Parting with a Friend</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Can I forget thee?</span>
|
||
<span>No, while mem’ry lasts,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thine image like a talisman entwined,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Around my heart by sacred friendship’s ties</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Remains unchanged, in love, pure love, enshrined.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Can I forget thee?</span>
|
||
<span>Childhood’s happy hours</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Would like some flitting phantom mock and jeer;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Life’s sunny hours, would quickly lose their charm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If Lethe’s slumbrous waves but touched me there.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Can I forget thee?</span>
|
||
<span>’Tis a sad, sad thought,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That friend from friend should thus be ruthless riven—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But list, methinks, a sweet voice whispers low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Remember, no adieus are spoke in heaven.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Can I forget thee?</span>
|
||
<span>No, though ocean’s waves</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>May madly leap and foam ’twixt you and me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still o’er my stricken heart this yearning will remain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor time estrange my love, dear one, from thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And though on earth again we never more may meet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In that bright Elysian where spirits, holy, dwell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>May we in concert with that transported throng,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unite, ne’er more (rapt thought) to say “farewell!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="twilight-musings" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Twilight Musing</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’m sitting by the hearthstone now,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And my heart is lone and drear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It seems as though the autumn blast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had left its impress there.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As memory, backward, wends its way,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Unfolding to my gaze</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Those joyful hours of “<span epub:type="se:name.music.song">Auld Lang Syne</span>,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Those lights of by-gone days.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’m musing on the past, when I</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In childhood’s thoughtless play,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Reveled in gladness, joy and mirth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nor deemed one saddening ray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Should ever cloud my gladsome heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or cause deep sorrow’s moan—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ne’er dreaming of the time, alas!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When I’d be quite alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ve listened to the morning’s song</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of nature’s feathered gems,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Long ere Aurora’s roseate hue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Illumined Orient’s realms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And as their carols wafted high</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On balmy zephyrs borne,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Tis then I muse, and sadly feel,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That I am quite alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ve never heard the ocean’s roar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or felt its quivering thrill;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor, on stern Neptune’s bosom been,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When all was calm and still—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But o’er my heart, at times, there are</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Such stormy billows borne,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That then I sadly, truly feel,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That I am quite alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="song-to-erin" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Song to Erin</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! Erin my country, my ancestor’s home!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Impelled by my wants, I, from thee, had to roam;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And now my heart yearneth, sore longeth for thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My dear native Ireland, my “gem of the sea.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! Erin my country, thou land of the brave!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who’ll rescue from tyr’ny, who’ll ransom and save?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy despots so strong, are still wielding their power,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bind thee in slavery both now and forever.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Speak! speak! who will rescue our Emerald Isle?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now bowed by the oppressor in servitude vile!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her sons are all scattered, her daughters are gone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And she is left desolate, forlorn and alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll sigh for thee Erin, when spring winds doth fan,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With musical breathings, this far distant land;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twill remind me of youth’s happy days on thy shore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of days, mournful thought, I shall never see more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll weep for thee Erin, as the blue waters surge,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall re-echo my wailing, shall chant the sad dirge;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Ireland in slavery, once land of the free;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Ireland, my country, my “gem of the sea.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-valentine" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Valentine</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Lady with thine eyes of beauty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Rivaling cerulean flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the love-beams seem to linger,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Throughout youth’s bright, sunny hours.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With thy smile of witching sweetness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like the magnet’s mystic art,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Charming oft enchanting oft’ner,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Drawing to thee every heart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But, fair lady, I’ll no longer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Linger thus o’er nature’s mould,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Tis thy spirit’s beauty charms me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">More than mines of Peru’s gold.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Like an exile who hath wandered</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far from kindred and from home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pants and longs once more to greet them,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Never more on earth to roam;—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Like the tempest-tossed, the weary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who of earth ne’er had their part,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fain would land their stricken spirits</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where heart answers unto heart;—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So this bosom when overflowing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With some latent, deadly grief,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Loves to revel in the music</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of thy voice to find relief.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And when joys do hover ’round me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Weaving chaplets rich and bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’d away from pleasures turn me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To my beautiful “Starlight.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Lady! could I seal thy future,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All of bliss and love ’twould be;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when time with us is ended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Spend eternity with thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="lines-to-florence" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Lines to Florence</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I am sitting sad and lonely</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where I’ve often sat before,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I am musing, fondly musing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of my Florence who pass’d o’er.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pass’d into the realms supernal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far ’bove cloud-lands lofty height;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yonder ’mid the fields Elysian,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dwells my “Flor” ’mong saints of light.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’Twas when autumn leaves were falling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">’Twas when harvest days had come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That, King Death, the mighty reaper,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Came to take my darling home.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the winds were softly sighing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Zephyrs breathing low and deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lulled to rest by such sweet music,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My bright treasure fell asleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Closely clasped to mother’s bosom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On the well-nigh bursting breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lay the early stricken floweret,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lay the heart so near its rest.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And those little eyes upturning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Brimful with their wealth of love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mutely, though with earnest language,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Said, I’m hastening up above.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Well, ere long, they said my darling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had this earth exchanged for heaven—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She had upward spread her pinions,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Leaving hearts with anguish riven.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yes; the autumn’s wind so plaintive,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With its music soft and deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Woo’d my birdie from my bosom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And she sweetly fell asleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But when time with me is over,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When my fleeting years have passed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oh! I trust once more to greet her,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And this parting be the last;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So, till then I wait expectant—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I, the Master’s time doth “bide”—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But to me the hour is precious,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That my little Florence died.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="by-the-waters-of-babylon" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">“By the Waters of Babylon”</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>By the Rivers of Babylon we mournfully bent,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With “harps on the willows” and vesture all rent,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For burdened by sorrow and saddened by pain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We felt that we no more could strike them again.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>This, this is a strange land, we will not then sing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>One song of our Zion, the home of our King,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No rather let right hand its cunning forget,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Than we to our loved home as recreants act.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! City of God, though as captives we go,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Jerusalem’s weal we’ll never forego,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! soon may the exiles of Israel return,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To sing Zion’s songs in their own holy land.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-pen" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Pen</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mightier than the sword thou art,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou can’st pierce like venomed dart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Time and space count naught with thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Leagues of land or leagues of sea.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou can’st waves of passion calm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Griefs assuage like Gilead’s balm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bring sweet pleasure to the eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Give sweet gladness for the sigh.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When thy little point is prest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oft it wounds some gentle breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Filling chalice to the brim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Darkening life with sorrows grim.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Learnéd sage in days gone by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Scanned thee with prophetic eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Said to myriads then unborn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou would’st rule on many a throne.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Swords may stab with savage ire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Glistening out like rays of fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They can ne’er thy power attain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the sea or o’er the main.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mightier than the sword art thou,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lo! on many a regal brow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Furrows which thy point has wrought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Troubles which thy work has brought.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mightier than the sword art thou,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>List! a maid records her vow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That so long as life shall last,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ne’er a doubt shall love o’ercast.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Naught of bliss or naught of woe,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But thou can’st on man bestow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With thy tiny pointed prow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mightier than the sword art thou.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="passing-of-the-old-year" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Passing of the Old Year</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah! the year is slowly dying,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the wind in tree-top sighing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Chant his requiem.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thick and fast the leaves are falling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>High in air wild birds are calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nature’s solemn hymn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the deep, dark forest lingers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Imprints of his icy lingers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Chill, and dark, and cold.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the little streamlets flowing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wintry sun so softly glowing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Through the maple’s gold.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So, Old Year, gird on your armor,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let not age, nor fear, nor favor,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hurry you along.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>List! the farewell echoes pealing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>List! the midnight hour is stealing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hark! thy dying song.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Say, Old Year, ere yet your death knell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rings from out yon distant church bell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Say, what have you done?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell of hearts you’ve sadly broken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell of love dead and unspoken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ere your course is run.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Tell the mother who doth languish,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er her graves in silent anguish,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She will see again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Blooming bright “beyond the river”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Living on for aye and ever,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Every bright-eyed gem.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah! full many a spirit weary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>You have wooed from paths so dreary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Wafted them above.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now they say <em>Old Year</em>, we bless thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Raise thy head, we would caress thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For this home of love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On thy brow lies many a furrow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And thy eyes tell many a sorrow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hath its shadow cast.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But thy task is almost ended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soon the path which thou hast wended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will be called the <em>Past</em>.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then, old dying year we hold thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To our hearts we fondly fold thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ere the midnight bell.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soon thy race will now be ended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With Eternity be blended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">So, Old Year, farewell.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="sonnet-to-my-firstborn" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Sonnet to My Firstborn</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! waves in the sunlight gleaming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Oh! billows with ceaseless roar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bring back to this aching heart of mine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The laddie you bore long ago.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Far out on on your restless bosom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far away from his boy-hood’s home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I charge you waves of the deep, blue sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To bid my wanderer come.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! stars in the heavens twinkling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like lamps hung up in the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oh! moon look down through the darkness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">His trysting-place you may descry.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then tell him a fond heart is aching,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In love for the dear one she bore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oh! surely to thee he will hearken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And haste to his own cottage door.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The winds of the autumn are sighing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The leaves from the trees falling fast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The roses that erstwhile were blooming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Say mournfully—Summer is past.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The daisies have long ago slumbered,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Their blossoms I search for in vain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But surely for thee I will look, love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ere spring time brings them again.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the Frost-King’s robe is glistening</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O’er hill, and valley, and glen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the bright sleigh-bells are jingling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I know he’ll come to me then.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So sunlight, or starlight, or moonlight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Wherever my truant you see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Just tell him you left me a-waiting</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far over the deep blue sea.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="lines-to" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Lines to ⸻</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O come to me in my dreams love!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When the world is wrapped in sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the silver moon like virgin queen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her lonely vigils keep.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When all is hushed in calm repose—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The earth, and sky, and sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then hasten love to this far-off land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And dwell one hour with me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O come to me in my dreams love!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And cheer me on my way;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And bid me look to a higher land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For the dawn of a brighter day.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then breathe to heaven an earnest prayer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To bless, ere you depart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With perfect love and childlike faith,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">This sad, despondent heart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, do not forget to come, love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But on rosy pinions haste,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And deluge my willing ear, with</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mementoes of the past.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And tell me, too, of that distant land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Its sunshine and its flowers;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in return my strain shall be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Magnolia’s bright bowers.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah, do not fail to come love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For I’ll woo my slumber to-night;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’ll lay me down to sweet repose,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And wait for thee and light.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then hie to my bower on wings of love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah, linger not by the way,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But solace this heart and bid it hope,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For the dawn of a brighter day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="highland-mary" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Highland Mary</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Will you leave the hills of Scotland?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Your childhood’s happy home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To brave the dangers of the deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In foreign lands to roam—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Say, Mary, will you, for my sake</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Leave yonder joyous cot—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Your youthful friends and scenes so dear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To share a soldier’s lot?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The battle’s din, my Mary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Has never met thine ear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The woodlands’ songsters melody</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is all that thou dost hear.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The vivid flash of musketry—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The cannon’s thundering roar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Must meet thine eye, burst on thine ear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sounds never heard before.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And now, fond one, I’ve told you all.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And I can say no more—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Will you go to the Indies, my Mary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And leave old Scotia’s shore?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-cherokee" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Cherokee</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’Twas a cloudless morn and the sun shone bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And dewdrops sparkled clear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the hills and the vales of this Western land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Were wreathed with garlands rare.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For verdant spring with her emerald robe</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had decked the forest trees;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whilst e’er and anon the vine-clad boughs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Waved in the playful breeze.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>All, all was still, not a sound was heard,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Save the music of each tree,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As gracefully it bent and bowed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Its branches o’er the lea.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But hark! a sound, ’tis the Red man’s tread,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Breaks on the silent air;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And a sturdy warrior issues forth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Robed in his native gear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And wandering on, he neared the brook;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Then sat him down to rest;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twas a noble sight—that warrior free—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That Monarch of the West.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He gazed around. O! a wistful gaze</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Saddened his upturned brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As he thought of those he’d fondly loved,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of those now laid so low.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>He mused aloud “Great Spirit!” list</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the Indian’s earnest plea;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And tell me why, from his own loved home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Must the Indian driven be.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the “Pale Face” came to our genial clime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We wondered and were glad;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then hied us to our chieftain’s lodge,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our noble “Flying Cloud.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We told him all, and he calmly said</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He’d gladly give them place;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And if friends they proved, perchance, extend</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The calumet of peace.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But soon, alas! the dread truth rang</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That the Pale Face was our foe;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For he made our warriors bite the dust—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our children lie so low.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So now, my own, dear, sunny land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Each, woodland and each dell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Once the Indian’s home, now the Indian’s grave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I bid a last farewell.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the “Great Spirit’s” hunting-ground,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To meet my long-lost bride,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My “Raven Wing” I gladly hie—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He said, then calmly died.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="rally-song" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Rally Song</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come, let us join this festal lay—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hurra, Hurra,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come, let us join this festal lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And let our anthems all be gay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And sing aloud for this glad day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Should brighten every heart:—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We’ll sing of heroes who have fought—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hurra, Hurra,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We’ll sing of heroes who have fought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who to their country’s altar brought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on her sacred ensign wrought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The tree of liberty.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We’ll sing of martyrs who have died—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hurra, Hurra,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We’ll sing of martyrs who have died,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From severed ranks, as side by side</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They bravely stemmed the gory tide.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To ransom brother man.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Our glorious banner’s now unfurled—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hurra, Hurra,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our glorious banner’s now unfurled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>May it soon wave o’er all the world,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And every traitor standard hurled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From pinnacle to earth.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With gifted leaders in our van—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hurra, Hurra,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With gifted leaders in our van,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bright and noblest of our land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let patriots shout, as, hand in hand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They welcome this glad day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="serenade" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Serenade</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sleep, love sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The night winds sigh,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In soft lullaby.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Lark is at rest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the dew on her breast.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So close those dear eyes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That borrowed their hue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the heavens so blue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sleep, love sleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sleep, love sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The pale moon looks down</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the valleys around,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Glow Moth is flying,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Th’ South wind is sighing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I am low lying,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With lute deftly strung,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To pour out my song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sleep, love sleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-coming-woman" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Coming Woman</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Just look, ’tis a quarter past six, love—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And not even the fires are caught;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well, you know I must be at the office—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But, as usual, the breakfast’ll be late.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Now hurry and wake up the children;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And dress them as fast as you can;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Poor dearies,” I know they’ll be tardy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dear me, “what a slow, poky man!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Have the tenderloin broiled nice and juicy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Have the toast browned and buttered all right;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And be sure you settle the coffee:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Be sure that the silver is bright.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When ready, just run up and call me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">At eight, to the office I go,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lest poverty, grim, should overtake us—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“ ’Tis bread and butter,” you know.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The bottom from stocks may fall out,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My bonds may get below par;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then surely, I seldom could spare you</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A nickel, to buy a cigar.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>All ready? Now, while I am eating,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Just bring up my wheel to the door;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then wash up the dishes; and, mind now.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Have dinner promptly at four;</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For to-night is our Woman’s Convention,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And I am to speak first, you know—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The men veto us in private,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But in public they shout, “That’s so.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So “bye-bye”—In case of a rap, love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Before opening the door, you must look;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! how could a civilized woman</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Exist, without a man cook.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="ode-to-peace" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Ode to Peace</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come Peace, on snowy pinions,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Come, nestle like a dove;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Encircle earth’s dominions</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With harmony and love.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let anger, pride and malice,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And strife forgotten lie;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor from their venomed chalice,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Quaff more bitter draughts and die.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come Peace, with arms extended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Come, brood o’er this fair land;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let battle scenes be ended,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And heart be joined with hand.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let fields now crimsoned over,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With the life-blood of the brave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Loom as monuments of warning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shine, as beacon lights to save.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come Peace, a welcome waits thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From many a stricken life;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And many a heart-crushed mourner,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now weary of the strife;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Methinks e’en now a footfall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Breaks like music on my ear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As the distant sound of gladness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When ’tis borne on summer’s air.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>May the echoes prove prophetic;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">May thy murmurs from afar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shed a radiance as refulgent,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Beam as bright as Bethlehem’s Star.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the hearts that have been riven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the bosoms that have bled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soon will change their griefs to gladness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Yield to God and earth their dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-reverie" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Reverie</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yon may speak of a grave in a distant land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or of one ’neath ocean’s foam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the dolphins play o’er the sunny spray,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far from the dear old home;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the coral peaks form a glorious tomb,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the mighty waters lave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But there is naught in the wide world sought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like the heart’s deep anguished grave.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>You may tell of a grave ’neath the burning sands</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the tropics fevered zone;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where silence reigns o’er the desert plains</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">So desolate, so forlorn.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the lion’s roar is the liveliest sound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That o’er that waste is heard—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the forest bird hymns a plaintive lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A requiem for the dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Again you may tell of a grave unsought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Far from the home of youth;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the willow weeps as the exile sleeps</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Akin to Mother Earth.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But O! methinks, there’s not a woe</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That can the bosom cleave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or as deeply wound, as the lowly mound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O’er the heart’s deep, anguished grave.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="sunset" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Sunset</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>All hail! thou gorgeous sunset,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With thy gold and purple clouds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tinting the vast horizon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like shadowy, fleecy shrouds.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The mountain crests are glowing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The hills are crimson dyed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The very air seems blushing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Bathed in thy amber tide.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Soon the twilight shadows falling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will thy glory chase away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And weary man will welcome</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The closing of the day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then the moon in silvery brightness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will show her pale, sad face;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the stars as her attendants,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will stud infinite space.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Low down amid the valley</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Soon we’ll hear the night-bird’s song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Calling softly to the south wind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That the day of toil is done.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then hail! thou glorious sunset,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who in fullness can portray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The varied, wondrous beauty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of a summer’s sunset day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-past" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Past</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Past, it is fraught with many a feeling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of pleasure, of sadness, of joy, and of pain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And ’tis sweet of an eve when dewdrops are falling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To reflect on the days that can ne’er come again.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Past, it is pleasant! Ah, memory recalls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The period of childhood, when joyous and free,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With innocence crowned, in purity robed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We revelled in gladness and sported in glee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Past, it is saddening! full many a loved one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That joined in each pleasure, partook of each pain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have passed on before, to the spirit land flown,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And left us below, till their prize we attain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Past’s irrevocable! every word we’ve spoken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or action committed, been stamp’d with its seal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Immortal, enduring, ’twill stand sure forever,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As no time can efface, nor effulgence reveal.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then, then, should the Present be valued and used</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As a boon from the Author and Giver of gifts;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That so, when ’tis past, we could always enjoy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The pleasant assurance of its being well spent.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="marriage" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Marriage</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The die is cast, come weal, come woe,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Two lives are joined together,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For better or for worse, the link</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which naught but death can sever.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The die is cast, come grief, come joy.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Come richer, or come poorer,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If love but binds the mystic tie,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Blest is the bridal hour.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="for-who" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">For Who?</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the heavens with stars are gleaming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like a diadem of light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the moon’s pale rays are streaming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Decking earth with radiance bright;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the autumn’s winds are sighing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O’er the hill and o’er the lea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the summer time is dying,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Wanderer, wilt thou think of me?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When thy life is crowned with gladness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And thy home with love is blest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not one brow o’ercast with sadness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Not one bosom of unrest—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When at eventide reclining,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">At thy hearthstone gay and free,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Think of one whose life is pining,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Breathe thou, love, a prayer for me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Should dark sorrows make thee languish,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Cause thy cheek to lose its hue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the hour of deepest anguish,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Darling, then I’ll grieve with you.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though the night be dark and dreary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And it seemeth long to thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would whisper, “be not weary;”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I would pray love, then, for thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Well I know that in the future,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I may cherish naught of earth;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well I know that love needs nurture,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And it is of heavenly birth.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But though ocean waves may sever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I from thee, and thee from me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still this constant heart will never,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Never cease to think of thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="june" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">June</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I am the month when roses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Bloom brightest o’er the glade,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I am the month when marriages</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I lost happily are made.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mine is the time of foliage,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When hills and valleys teem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With buds and vines sweet scented,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All clothed in glowing green.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My nights are bright and starry,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My days are long and clear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And truly I’m the fairest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of all months in the year.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>With night dews gently falling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With bees upon the wing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And tiny rills soft rippling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Amid the valleys sing.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The farmer with his ploughshare,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Swift turning up the sod,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His brawny arms at labor,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">His soul with Nature’s God.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Lark with sweetest carol,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Doth greet the rising sun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Mock-bird at the even,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Loud whistles day is done.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! I’m the month of beauty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The summer’s crown I claim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now whisper to me softly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And tell me what’s my name.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="tribute-to-a-lost-steamer" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Tribute to a Lost Steamer</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! sing ye a dirge for the loved and the lost,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That have found them a home ’neath the coral reefs deep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That have laid them to rest ’neath the murmuring surge,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the whistling wind wails o’er their sweet, but sad sleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>They have gone to their home—their last resting-place</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The blue waves embraced and called them their own;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the depths of the sea and the billows thereof</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are mournfully sighing their sad requiem.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Down, down through the mass of the waters they sped,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Amid the dark chambers so mystic, so drear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Till perchance they selected some ruby-lit bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To sleep their last sleep ’mid jeweled gems rare.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! ’tis sweet now to ponder, though many have gone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To that far-off bourne whence no traveller returns,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the sea shall not always their bodies retain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For Jehovah hath said, she must yield them again.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>One bright little jewel outlived the dark storm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">So fatal to many, yet—blissful to tell—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His “Father in heaven” preserved him from harm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O, parent rejoice! with your <em>Louis</em> ’tis well.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-requiem" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Requiem</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, insatiable monster! Could’st thou not</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In pity turn aside thy venomed shaft</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From her my gifted, darling friend?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Has sympathy within thy breast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>No trysting place?</span>
|
||
<span>That thou must come</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At spring-time when the flowerets bloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bear my loved one to the tomb?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So young was she; life’s woes had not yet dimmed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The joyous sunshine of her girlhood’s days;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She did not quaff the dregs of time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, like some rosebud prematurely culled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She sped away, and o’er her grave</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So peacefully the willows wave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And dewdrops, her calm bosom lave.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Tread not the earth where sleeps my loved one’s form;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But place it lightly on her marble brow.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bid birdies sing at set of sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To gladden Fannie’s lowly home;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bid rippling springs with shining spray,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And sylvan notes and songsters lay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unite, to chase the gloom away.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Blest child! she did not tarry long, and yet—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, happy thought—she did not live in vain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If truly she did seek and find</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The “Pearl of Price,” that precious boon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then ne’er to her could come too soon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The summons to an early tomb.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Blest child, rest! while gentle zephyrs breathe</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their fragrance through the waving trees;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All nature decked in gorgeous array</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is reveling now, but soon alas!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Like thee, ’twill fade.</span>
|
||
<span>The autumn’s knell</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will ere long peal like funeral bell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its dirgelike sounds, “Friend, fare thee well.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-grafted-bud" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Grafted Bud</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Life’s stormy surge had scarcely touched</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her blooming, beauteous brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When rudely torn from earthly bliss,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A budded, broken flower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Methinks I see her brilliant eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When smiles played softly there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As gentle as the summer’s breeze,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">So radiant, sweet and clear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But ah! frail nature gave away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And she was doomed to die,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So young in years, so bright, so fair.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the cold grave to lie.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So to the realms of light and life</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her uncaged spirit fled;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There to remain until the trump</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall sound to wake the dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There with the Saviour she abides,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">There tunes the sacred lyre,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Regardless of th’ impending day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And dreading not its ire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-a-loved-one" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To a Loved One</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll think of thee, mine own, dear one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As morn’s first blushing ray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Diffuses light o’er the dim earth—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Turns darkness into day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll think of thee at eve, my love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When moon and star appear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When in the horizon of my hope</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All, all is bright and clear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll think of thee when joy doth cast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Its gladness o’er my heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As peace, and love and happiness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Seem new life to impart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll think of thee when dark shades fall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Athwart my fevered brow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When low in death I hear thee lisp—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“I’m waiting for thee now.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I’ll think of thee, my darling one,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While I have life and breath;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And seal the assurance fervently,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I’ll think of thee in death.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-nativity" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Nativity</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The gloom of night had overspread the land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Swaying its dread sceptre o’er every man;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For superstition like a monarch reigned,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Adam’s sons were fettered by its chain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the fulfilment of the promise came,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A Saviour! born to-day in Bethlehem;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gabriel, the news, the joyful news revealed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By night, to some poor shepherds in the field.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Go now to Bethlehem, behold the Babe—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though Lord of all, He’s in a manger laid!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Among the horned cattle there you’ll find</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Prince of Peace, the Saviour of mankind.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Shepherds then in haste obeyed his word.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Guided by flaming star to view their Lord;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They entered in, when, judge of their surprise—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An infant, a Redeemer, burst upon their eyes.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Amazed, affrighted, trembling, they</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gazed on the Babe as there He lay;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though in a manger yet He bore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rare tokens of Almighty power.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-the-mock-bird" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To the Mock-Bird</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Bird of the woodland, sing me a song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fain would I list to thee, all the day long.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Out from thy cosy nest, ’mid leafy bower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lift high thy tuneful voice—’tis summer’s hour.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Bird of the forest, with voice sublime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gladdening with thy music all summer time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>E’en while the Autumn’s winds bend low the trees,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweetly still thy carols float with the breeze.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Queen of the song-realm, what doest thou?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up amid the leaflets, rocking on the bough,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah! little trickster, building thee a nest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Cosy, soft and warm, for thy wee ones to rest.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Bird of the southland, haste thee and bring</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tributes of thy melody, welcoming the spring,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Say to sombre winter—up and away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This my time of minstrelsy, bright, sunny May.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<section id="in-memoriam" epub:type="division bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">In Memoriam</h2>
|
||
<article id="rev-samuel-weston" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr> Samuel Weston</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! surely for thee were the gates ajar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As thy chariot onward sped,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When with brightened eye and youth renewed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Triumphant thou did’st tread</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the gates of death, to the portals bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While the ransomed myriads sing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Lift up your heads, ye Golden Gates,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Let the aged pilgrim in.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>No terrors for thee had the darksome vale,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For like the wise virgins of old,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou keep’st thy lamp burning and trimmed from thy youth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till three-score and ten were well told.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And oft, as a shepherd, that tends his flock,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou did’st then to still waters lead,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And ’mid the green pastures of justified grace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou lovedst thy children to feed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then Pastor and Leader, fond Parent, adieu,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till the last, grand trump shall sound,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When shepherd and flock united once more,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall echo a long harvest home.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-rev-thaddeus-saltus" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">To <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr> Thaddeus Saltus</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sleep, Christian warrior, sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Life’s fitful dream is o’er,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy pain-tossed bark is anchored</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Safe on the golden shore.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Neath the green sward we lay thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thus early to thy rest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And press the sod thus lightly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon thy gentle breast.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Though but in manhood’s prime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When the dread summons came,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To hush the voice so well attuned</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To preaching “In His Name.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou did’st not murmur, but with joy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Obeyed the Master’s word,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And rapture crowned did’st enter</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The palace of thy Lord.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then sweetly sleep, dear Rector,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy grave we’ll deck with flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An earnest of that Better Land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of ever blooming bowers.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Around this spot a halo twines,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While angels vigils keep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And we rejoice that thus “He gives</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To His beloved sleep.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="tribute-to-capt-f-w-dawson" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">Tribute to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Capt.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">F. W.</abbr> Dawson</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Carolina mourns to-day.</span>
|
||
<span>For he, the gifted</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Son of her adoption, is no more.</span>
|
||
<span>The voice</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That stirred the bosoms of her sons, and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Made her ramparts ring from mount to</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Sea-board, is hushed in death.</span>
|
||
<span>His</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Noble form, and nobler mien that</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Never faltered ’mid the cannon’s</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Roar, lies motionless.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>So Carolina weeps.</span>
|
||
<span>’Tis meet she should—</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Her chieftain lieth low.</span>
|
||
<span>In this</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Grand, old City by the Sea, this Venice</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Of the Southland.</span>
|
||
<span>The home he loved</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>So well.</span>
|
||
<span>When the grey morn breaks,</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when the twilight lingers, they</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Chant in low, sweet music, evening</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Vespers for his soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then, Carolinians, build a monument for him;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>But not on marble cold.</span>
|
||
<span>Not on</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Towering dome or polished shaft,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<span>Should his memory be engraved.</span>
|
||
<span>But</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the hearts of those he loved and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Served, should immortelles, perpetual, bloom;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And incense, fragrant, ever rise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To his memory.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">
|
||
<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Requiescat in Pace.</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="mrs-louise-b-weston" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Louise <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">B.</abbr> Weston</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My Mother! With the angels now,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Life’s race completely run;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Pilgrim’s cross is laid aside,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The Christian’s crown is won.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Full two-score years has thy frail bark</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Relentlessly been driven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Along the rugged shoals of time—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now safely moored in heaven.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Some vision bright of Eden’s land—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Some glimpse from Nebo’s crest—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So ravished thy enraptured soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Then panting for its rest,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>That when the City bathed in gold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Full burst upon your sight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>You would not tarry with us more;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Your spirit took its flight.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My Mother, when life’s sands run low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In love, in kindness come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And take the spirit of thy child,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And bid her “welcome home.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="lines-to-mrs-isabel-peace" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">Lines to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Isabel Peace</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’Tis said but a name is friendship,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Soulless, and shallow, and vain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the human heart ne’er beats in response,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or echoes sweet sympathy’s strain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But to-day in “memory’s mirror”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Came a dear and honored one.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whom in days gone by had lived and had loved.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ere her heavenly goal was won.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Her countenance beamed as of yore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With radiant smiles of love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I felt that the friendship she lavished me here,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had ripened in heaven above.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I felt that her voice so winsome,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Attuned to holier rhymes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Would in soft cadence tell of friendship’s truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like harp of a thousand strings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Rise up and call her blest!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ye children of her love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For a friendlier hand or a kindlier heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ne’er entered the mansions above.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="in-memoriam-alphonse-campbell-fordham" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">In Memoriam</h3>
|
||
<p epub:type="subtitle">Alphonse Campbell Fordham</p>
|
||
<p>Aged 6 Years, 2 Months, 20 Days</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Almost whose last words were</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“We shall meet beyond the River.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yes, my darling, when life’s shadows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Over me do darkly fall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Meet me surely at the river</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As I haste to obey the call.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gladly through the darksome valley,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Through its portals, grim and cold,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will I hasten ’till my nestling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Meets me at the “Gates of Gold.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sadly do I miss my wee one,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">None can fill thy vacant place,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Only in my dreams I fold thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Only then behold thy face.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>See thee in thy childish beauty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Clasp thy little hand in mine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ever will those moments chain me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ever in my heart enshrined.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Little Heartsease, “bud of promise,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Broken off in early morn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now can sin no more pollute thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the angels’ bosom borne.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In that land no pain or anguish</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ever can my child enfold,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then my darling meet thy mother</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Surely at the “Gates of Gold.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="mr-edward-fordham" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Edward Fordham</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the Autumn’s breezes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Were sweeping o’er the land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Came the mighty mandate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From the upper land.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Now from pain and anguish</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou hast found relief,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Passed through death’s dark portal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Left this world of grief.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Now thou’rt safely anchored</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the port above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gladly do we offer thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Symbols of our love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the welcome summons</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall echo through the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then our ransomed brother</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will hear the word “<em>Arise.</em>”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="death-of-a-grandparent" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">Death of a Grandparent</h3>
|
||
<p epub:type="subtitle"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Jennette Bonneu</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Rest thee aged pilgrim, now thy toils are o’er;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Peacefully thou’st landed over Jordan’s shore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Safe from all the sorrows, free from all the strife,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou hast passed death’s portals, entered into life.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Doubtless thou wert weary, tempest tossed so long;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Doubtless thou wert longing to join the happy throng;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Doubtless many loved ones on the other shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whispered to thee softly “Stay on earth no more.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Whispered thee, come higher, where perennial bloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall with heightened luster its wonted sway resume.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Come where peaceful rivers quietly do flow—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hasten mother, hasten, from that world of woe.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then to fields Elysian she joyfully did soar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the blest land of Canaan to dwell forever more;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All through the “Golden City” she happily doth roam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oft wondering why she stay’d so long away from home.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So ’neath the bending willows we’ve laid thee down to rest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well knowing thou’rt reposing secure on Jesus’ breast;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well knowing that one day will come, the welcome word Arise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come up, thou ransomed mortal, to thy Saviour in the skies.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="queenie" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">Queenie</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For one brief day, did Queenie stay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To brighten each fond heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then sped like dove to realms above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ne’er more to feel death’s dart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! in that land, where infants stand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Arrayed in spotless sheen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No griefs to share, nor sorrows bear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No death to intervene.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We would not care, nay, would not dare</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To wish thee back again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nay, rather say, “Queenie, good day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Till we your rest attain.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-an-infant" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">To an Infant</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Just as the twilight’s holy hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In quietude so deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was hushing nature to repose,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our “Charlie” fell asleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Just in the bloom of infancy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We laid him to his rest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well knowing that our angel boy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was numbered with the blest.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Well knowing that the Saviour said</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Oh! suffer such to come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Forbid them not,” for they are Mine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And heaven is their home.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So bow we to God’s gracious will,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For he was lent, not given;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And let this cheer our drooping hearts,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our Charlie is in heaven.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="in-memoriam-susan-eugenia-bennett" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title">In Memoriam</h3>
|
||
<p epub:type="subtitle">Susan Eugenia Bennett</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the Sabbath was declining, just at twilight’s mystic hour,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Left the “Upper Courts” an angel, sent to cull our sweetest flower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not in judgment, not in anger, did this white-winged seraph come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But to lead a little Pilgrim through Death’s Portal to her home.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And our angel child was ready, aye, and anxious to depart—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not the slightest doubt o’ershadowed her trusting little heart;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with a brow as radiant as rainbow in the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She whispered softly “Mother, I’m not afraid to die.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When shall these little, weary limbs lie down to sweet repose,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Mid the green, the verdant pastures where the limpid water flows;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When shall I the Golden City sparkling in its beauty see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“When shall it be, my Saviour, O! when shall I be free?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ere the week-day with its labors, its duties and its care—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was ushered in, our darling was found on earth nowhere;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with the saints in glory, and the Saviour she adored,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She’s happy and at rest, for aye and ever with the Lord.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="mrs-rebecca-weston" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Rebecca Weston</h3>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph">
|
||
<p>“For so He giveth His beloved sleep.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She is not dead, but sleepeth;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ere long will the morning break,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When those we love who sleep in Him,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall from the dust awake.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She is not dead, but sleepeth;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Soon, soon will the ransomed sing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! grave, where is thy victory?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O! death, where is thy sting?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="mrs-e-cohrs-brown" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">E.</abbr> Cohrs Brown</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Tread not the earth where lies her youthful form,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Grow violets, sweet violets, above that cherished mound;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bid zephyrs softly whisper in accents sweet and low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not dead, not lost, but only gone a little while before.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So, I, though bowed in anguish, yield her spirit to its God,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And meekly clasp the smiting hand, and kiss the chast’ning rod;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>May I, when time is over, greet thee on the other shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To live and love for aye and aye, where partings are no more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="mrs-mary-furman-weston-byrd" epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="title"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mary Furman Weston Byrd</h3>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>Obituary</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p><b epub:type="z3998:surname">Byrd.</b>—“As one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams,” thus sweetly passed from earth to glory, on the morning of the 19th of February, 1884, <b epub:type="z3998:personal-name"><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mary Furman Weston Byrd</b>, in the 92nd year of her age, leaving two children, twelve grandchildren, and twenty great-grandchildren, to mourn her irreparable loss.</p>
|
||
<p>“Rising up they call her blessed.” Another ancient landmark has been gathered to her Fathers. With her death a link is severed which bound two centuries together. The venerable subject of this notice was born in 1792, of parents who were both exiles from their native land; one being born in Morocco, Barbary States, the other in Marseilles, France. During her eventful life she passed throng three wars; that of 1812 in her girlhood, after the Mexican and the late Civil Wars. Possessed of a loving heart and cheerful disposition, charity was the guiding star of her life. Her widow’s mite was never found wanting. In her the distressed and the needy met always a ready response. She died as she lived, beloved and venerated by legions to whom her very name was a household word. So then,</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Though no blossoms cluster</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Above thy aged brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though winter winds are breathing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A requiem soft and low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We look beyond earth’s shadows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Beyond death’s misty plain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And though we sadly miss thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will not wish thee back again.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Could we but see thee, dear one,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the Palace of thy Lord,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With thy robe of snowy whiteness,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And with more than youth renewed.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No more on bended willows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Would our broken harps remain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Take us beauty for our ashes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Take us gladness for our pain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="colophon" epub:type="colophon backmatter">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Colophon</h2>
|
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