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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Sylvan Cabin + A Centenary Ode on the Birth of Lincoln and Other Verse + +Author: Edward Smyth Jones + +Contributor: William Stanley Braithwaite + +Release Date: July 12, 2008 [EBook #26036] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SYLVAN CABIN *** + + + + +Produced by K Nordquist, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_f-001" id="Page_f-001"></a></span></p> + + + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;"> +<img src="images/image001.jpg" width="404" height="600" alt="cover" title="" /> +</p> + +<h1>THE SYLVAN CABIN</h1> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 195px;"> +<img src="images/image004.png" width="195" height="150" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2>EDWARD SMYTH JONES</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-001" id="Page_p-001"></a></span></p><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_f-002" id="Page_f-002"></a></span></p> + +<h1>THE SYLVAN CABIN</h1> + +<h2>A CENTENARY ODE ON<br /> +THE BIRTH OF LINCOLN</h2> + +<h2>AND OTHER VERSE</h2> + + +<h3>BY</h3> +<h2>EDWARD SMYTH JONES</h2> + + +<h5>WITH INTRODUCTION BY</h5> +<h3>WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE</h3> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 149px;"> +<img src="images/image002.png" width="149" height="200" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h5>BOSTON</h5> +<h4>SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY</h4> + +<h4>1911</h4> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-002" id="Page_p-002"></a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p class="center">Copyright, 1911</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Sherman, French & Company</span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-003" id="Page_p-003"></a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + +<p class="center">TO</p> + +<h4>THE HON. ARTHUR P. STONE</h4> + +<p class="center">Justice of the Third District Court</p> + +<p class="center">Cambridge, Massachusetts</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image003.jpg" width="400" height="191" alt="(signature)" title="" /> +</p> + +<p class="center">Edward Smyth Jones<br /> +Boston, Mass.</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-004" id="Page_p-004"></a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-005" id="Page_p-005"></a></span></p> + + +<h2>INTRODUCTION</h2> + + +<p>A poet that comes through a unique experience, +as so many poets have, and very recently +as the author of this volume has, arrives through +his personality rather than his work at a precipitate +sort of fame that may serve his talents well +or serve them ill. To know that a man was sent +to jail as the consequence of a passionate desire +to go to college, and that that desire involved the +tramping of dusty and hungry miles, adds to the +interest to the man that cannot fail in some significant +way to set a glamor upon the poet. Poetry +is made out of experience—the experience of +dreams, of action, of desires and hopes baffled +on the inexplicable sea of circumstance; in these +latter the dream is as the spirit, and the man +whose art becomes an expression of all he has +realized in living, his experiences become something +more than art, they are the subtle rendering +reality that is truth.</p> + +<p>In these poems of Mr. Jones' it is that which +gives them a unique value because they are in a +deeply essential manner the rendering of a human +document, as all poems must be, of an individual +who speaks universally. I emphasize this quality +first because art registers its worth by the vitality +of its substance. If the substance be vital, then +its embodiment is artistically successful to the +degree in which the maker has felt his experiences. +These poems, then, will come to many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-006" id="Page_p-006"></a></span> +readers with a freshness, with the appeal for a +certain sympathy that will compel attention. +The opening poem which celebrates the centenary +of Lincoln's birth, with its fine imaginative +sweep, is as good as any poem I have seen which +that occasion called forth. In it is poetry that +ought to assure Mr. Jones' future if circumstances +permit him to cultivate an art for which +nature has so obviously endowed him. "The +Sylvan Cabin" in spirit may be said to characterize +the author's book; that upward striving +toward the ideal, which taking a personal expression +in his own experience, in his own hopes, has +also a larger significance in voicing the aspirations +of those for whom, as is shown in many +other poems, he becomes a voice, a representative.</p> + +<p>Mr. Jones' work has already won for him +the approbation of many literary people, his +poems having appeared from time to time in +various publications; this fact not only justifies +his gathering them together in this volume, but +being so recognized must fill him with a certain +assurance for the future. To this I can only add +that, good as these are, they give us the hope +for better from one who ought certainly to go +on and upward.</p> + +<p class="author">William Stanley Braithwaite.</p> +<p><i>Boston, April 5, 1911.</i></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-007" id="Page_p-007"></a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" summary="toc"> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE SYLVAN CABIN</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-009">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LIFE IN A DREAM</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-022">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE MORNING STAR</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-024">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>TO ESTELLE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-025">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A SONG OF THANKS</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-027">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>NOT YET A POET</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-032">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A BOUQUET</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-033">33</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>AN ODE TO THE SOLDIERS' AND SAILORS' MONUMENT</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-034">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>TO A FADED FLOWER</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-037">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>DAINTY DORA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-039">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE VIOLIN</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-040">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>WOMAN</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-041">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BACHELOR'S SONG</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-045">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUT NOTHING IN ANOTHER'S WAY</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-047">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>FLOATING WITH THE GALE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-050">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LULA JOHNSON'S SONG</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-053">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A TRIBUTE TO DUNBAR</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-057">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>WERE I A BIRD</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-059">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>AN ODE TO ETHIOPIA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-062">62</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>TO J. S. B.</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-072">72</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE MAYOR'S RING</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-073">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>WHAT'S THE USE?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-074">74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O GOD, WILT THOU HELP ME IN SCHOOL?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-076">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BEHIND THE BARS</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-084">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HARVARD SQUARE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-086">86</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE END</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_p-096">96</a></td></tr> +</table></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-009" id="Page_p-009">[Pg 009]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="THE_SYLVAN_CABIN" id="THE_SYLVAN_CABIN"></a>THE SYLVAN CABIN</h2> + +<h3>A CENTENARY ODE ON THE BIRTH OF LINCOLN</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"> +<span class="i0">I<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">O, fairest Dame of sylvan glades,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We come to pay thee homage due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Embrace thee softly and to kiss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy lovely, long-forsaken cheeks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To smooth thy flowing silver locks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bind about thy snowy neck<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A necklace golden studded full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With rarest gems and shining pearls.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our eyes, though sometimes dimmed with tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In purer lustre sparkle forth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whene'er they fall agaze on thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our ears attuned to thy sweet lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Catch every flowing, cadent note<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bear it ever safe within<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our rapturous hearts, which gladly leap<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whene'er thy name is called!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-010" id="Page_p-010">[Pg 010]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Deep in our souls the quenchless fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love full brightly burns upon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sacred altar, set apart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sprite commune and sacrifice;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose high-priest tends with loving care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And unto thee sweet incense burns.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our tongues most gladly sing thy praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from it ne'er shall cease—till all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The land be free!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + + +<span class="i0">II<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i2">A century lonely hast thou stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here all forsaken and forgot!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All men failed thee to visit save<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some idle lover of sylvan haunts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who trod, perchance, this hallowed spot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cast a pensive eye upon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This lovely glade, thy sole abode<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Full lost in these continuous woods),<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-011" id="Page_p-011">[Pg 011]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And brooding o'er thy lowly lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft thus did muse: "This cabin lone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here stands to tell the tale of him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Back-woodsman brave, who having scaled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mystic mountains ne'er returned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To them, though loved yet left behind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here he chose his last abode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These gloomy woods whose blackness stands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up hard against horizon's slope;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grim, spectral, dreaded, and untrod<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save monsters great of savage mien,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That prowled, or crouched upon their prey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sent forth a vicious roar that fairly shook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Sylvia far and near, from vale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through crag to mountain peak!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-012" id="Page_p-012">[Pg 012]</a></span> +<span class="i2">Upon this spot the redskin oft<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has danced his 'War dance' and his 'Feast,'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His face a reddish hue aglow—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long locks with eaglets' plumes bedecked;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His bow and never-failing dart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scalper dangling at his side.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More brightly gleamed his wary eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As braves the war-whoop loudly yelled—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sight more like the fiery fiends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Pluto's ghastly shore returned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than human blood and bone!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They all have gone and left no tale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But woe which hurled them ever hence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To that shore whence no bark returns.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Cabin, thou, a land-mark art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of human progress' steady march!"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-013" id="Page_p-013">[Pg 013]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + + +<span class="i0">III<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i14">Of thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus has time passed with naught more said;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For man in his pedantic art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soars far in feeble flights of song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Nature's heart, and thus he fails<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Nature's God to hold commune!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bard has slept, dreamed many a dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But failed to dream one dream of thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High hangs his lyre on willow reed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sitting 'neath yon shady nook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He fails to catch one note of thy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Immortal song that fills the air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Awake, O bard, from sleep so deep!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attune thy lyre; let Nature breathe<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-014" id="Page_p-014">[Pg 014]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In her immortal breath of song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then wilt thou sing a song most sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The song by Nature's vesper choir,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through all the countless ages sung,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still is singing day by day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then all the world will join thy sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Refrain in praise and ardent love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this fair forest Dame!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + + +<span class="i0">IV<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<span class="i2">The nations all their day shall have;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet each in turn shall rise and fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As falls the dark brown autumn leaf;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or as those dread sky-kissing tides,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which toss frail barks high upon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some ghastly, frowning storm-beat shore,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though slowly, yet quite surely ebb away.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-015" id="Page_p-015">[Pg 015]</a></span> +<span class="i2">—Aye! Egypt fair once spread the Nile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And green-bay-tree-like proudly flourished;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her snowy sails sea-ports bedecked,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deeply ploughed the rolling main,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or clave the placid lakes, as does<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gentle swan, when some soft breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bulrush stirs, flings its perfume<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the rippling silver waves!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair cities dotted here and there<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her vast domain. Her royal line<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Pharaohs held the sceptre gold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon her all-emblazoned throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now Egypt fair is wreck and ruin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, as fled on the flight of years,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The unrelenting Hand of time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wiped her sweet visage off the globe!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-016" id="Page_p-016">[Pg 016]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Naught save the grim, grey pyramid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sublimest work of man, yet stands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To greet the rosy morn, with proud<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Uplifted head, expanded chest—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A death defiant scoff at time!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet hoary Time in his wild rage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of wreck and ruin, like Jove shall hurl<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His fiery bolts upon the head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of pyramid with ire, and crush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And raze it to its base with scorn!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + + +<span class="i0">V<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i2">Next Greece, the fairest nymph that trod<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This belted globe upon, once shone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As shines the Morning Orb, long ere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Dawn the rosy East has kissed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High reared her sacred temples in<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Olympia's shady groves, and built<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There sacred altars to her gods.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-017" id="Page_p-017">[Pg 017]</a></span> +<span class="i2">Old Zeus and Phoebus oft here sat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In council with their fellow gods.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Homer, fiery bard, was first<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To smite the chords of nature's lyre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet sang he till the earth was filled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With rarest strains of rapturous song!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then art and letters blew and blushed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fairest flowers of ages past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose essence, spilled upon the breeze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is wafted still forever on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The twin deft with the flight of years;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And man in calm delight inhales<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fragrance of pure classic lore!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But Greece is gone! Her statues fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are mingled with the dust; each god<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has flown some fairer clime to rule,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, subdued, walks the dark abyss.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-018" id="Page_p-018">[Pg 018]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + + +<span class="i0">VI<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i2">Then Rome, the gaudy Southern Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On seven rugged, rock-ribbed hills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Securely built her throne. The world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then saw a mighty power rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In splendor great, as does the sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On some young, swift-winged morn of June.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A brighter dawning seemed to break;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another life was lived,—for through<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Roman vein there coursed a blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fiery burning blood of ire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rose and conquered all the world.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Great Cæsar led her legions forth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From victory on to victory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hung her royal pennons high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In tower, palace-hall, and throne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Roman sceptre swayed the globe.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-019" id="Page_p-019">[Pg 019]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Soft music soothed her savage ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fine arts and sculptor were her toys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And glory was her "starry crown."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now we read the "Fall of Rome,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The doleful lay that tells the tale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all who thus have passed away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + + +<span class="i0">VII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i2">To thee, fair Dame, we thus relate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The things which were but are no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou mightest know the worldly way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And knowing, have no timid fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To ever stir thy peaceful breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No fate like theirs awaits for thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Fortune's maid shall tend with care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy every nod and beck—yes, place<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon thy queenly brow a crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The "starry crown" by Freedom worn!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-020" id="Page_p-020">[Pg 020]</a></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis true no flint rock ribs thy base,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No stone thy corner marks; for that<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What carest thou? For boasted pride?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy frame is of the sturdy oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inlaid with ribs of stately pine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Prince and Princess twain are they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all Columbia's giant woods.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sylvan songsters sing thy praise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From dawn till set of sun, and then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nightingale, the queen of song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In praise of thee poureth forth her lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till every mellow silver note,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far floating in the silent trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is taken by an elfish choir,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And chanted softly to the moon.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-021" id="Page_p-021">[Pg 021]</a></span> +<span class="i2">The eagle her wee eaglets tells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of thee, that they may freedom love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then soaring full beyond the clouds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She looks with vaunted pride on thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So must thy spirit fill the hearts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all Columbia's youth, as once<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It filled old "Honest Abe," thy son,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy pride—the first-born of thy love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For when each lowly lad well knows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ever upwards he may soar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond vain tyrants' galling sway<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fairer climes where Freedom reigns:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will the shadow of thy wing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For aye to them a shelter be!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-022" id="Page_p-022">[Pg 022]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LIFE_IN_A_DREAM" id="LIFE_IN_A_DREAM"></a>LIFE IN A DREAM</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing so sweet as our life in our dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When we soar far on fancy's swift wing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a thing in our dreams is all that it seems,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the songs are so sweet that we sing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! the sun shines the brightest, and stars twinkle lightest<br /></span> +<span class="i1">At the moon in her silvery beams!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing so gay as the life in our dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With its joy and its laughter and mirth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the pleasure that teems is far greater, one deems,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Than any he finds in the earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are homes are our natal, and nothing is fatal<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In the beautiful land of our dreams!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-023" id="Page_p-023">[Pg 023]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing so bright as the life in our dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Far away from earth's trickery chance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the music's wild screams and the wine in its streams<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Are both lost in the song and the dance.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! our joy is the sweetest and life is completest,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ah! the life in our beautiful dreams!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing serene as the life in our dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When the dove to his mate softly cooes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the groves by the streams and the moon's silver beams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where the swain oft his maid gently wooes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the swains are the rarest and maids are the fairest,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And their love is as true as it seems!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-024" id="Page_p-024">[Pg 024]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MORNING_STAR" id="THE_MORNING_STAR"></a>THE MORNING STAR</h2> + +<h3>TO A. B. B.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou art, fair maid, the Morning Star,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The guide of dawning day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sendest diamond sparkles far<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To wake the flowers of May.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou makest earth to bloom anew,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A boon thou'rt wont to give,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And spillest out the morning dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That all may blush and live.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou guardest with thy hand of might,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And never showeth frown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth lullest sleep when cometh night,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And wak'st her with the dawn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair maiden, God hast given thee<br /></span> +<span class="i1">All power near and far,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rosy dawning's light to be,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The brightest Morning Star.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-025" id="Page_p-025">[Pg 025]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="TO_ESTELLE" id="TO_ESTELLE"></a>TO ESTELLE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Coy, sweet maid, I love so well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair Estelle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How much I love thee tongue can't tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet Estelle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I love thee—love thee true—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than violets love the dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than roses love the sun—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do I love thee, dearest one,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dear Estelle!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! my heart love's passions swell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Estelle!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How I love my actions tell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thee, Estelle:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I love thy smiling face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy captivating grace—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love thy dreamy 'witching eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than planets love the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wee Estelle!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-026" id="Page_p-026">[Pg 026]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now I smite my lyre to swell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Estelle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Music's most entrancing spell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er Estelle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my fingers on my keys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the balmy morning breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stealing softly through the grain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will I gently wake a strain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Estelle!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How I love my little belle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My Estelle!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deepest in my sacred dell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is Estelle!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I esteem my maiden love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than angels high above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More than demons in the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love is light and life to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Estelle!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-027" id="Page_p-027">[Pg 027]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_SONG_OF_THANKS" id="A_SONG_OF_THANKS"></a>A SONG OF THANKS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the flowers which bloom and the birds that sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the verdant robe of the gray old earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her coffers filled with their countless worth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the flocks which feed on a thousand hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the rippling streams which turn the mills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the lowing herds in the lovely vale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the songs of gladness on the gale,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans' banks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-028" id="Page_p-028">[Pg 028]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the farmer reaping his whitened fields,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the bounty which the rich soil yields,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the cooling dews and refreshing rains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the sun which ripens the golden grains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the beaded wheat and the fattened swine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the stallèd ox and the fruitful vine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the tubers large and cotton white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the kid and the lambkin frisk and blithe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the swan which floats near the river-banks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-029" id="Page_p-029">[Pg 029]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the pumpkin sweet and the yellow yam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the corn and beans and the sugared ham,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the plum and the peach and the apple red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the dear old press where the wine is tread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the cock which crows at the breaking dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the proud old "turk" of the farmer's barn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the fish which swim in the babbling brooks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the game which hide in the shady nooks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans' banks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-030" id="Page_p-030">[Pg 030]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the sturdy oaks and the stately pines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the lead and the coal from the deep, dark mines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the silver ores of a thousand fold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the diamond bright and the yellow gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the river boat and the flying train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the fleecy sail of the rolling main,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the velvet sponge and the glossy pearl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the flag of peace which we now unfurl,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans' banks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-031" id="Page_p-031">[Pg 031]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the lowly cot and the mansion fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the peace and plenty together share,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the Hand which guides us from above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Thy tender mercies, abiding love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the blessed home with its children gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For returnings of Thanksgiving Day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the bearing toils and the sharing cares,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We lift up our hearts in our songs and our prayers,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans' banks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-032" id="Page_p-032">[Pg 032]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NOT_YET_A_POET" id="NOT_YET_A_POET"></a>NOT YET A POET</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In oblivion, all unknown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still many more, perchance, I say,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Float on in one unbroken lay—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ask me naught of where or when,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Long as they ring in hearts of men!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear friend, I say these words to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Which through the ages will be true:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though I have power to combine<br /></span> +<span class="i1">These subtle rhymes of each sweet line—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, I shall never live to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The title "<span class="smcap">poet</span>" given me!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-033" id="Page_p-033">[Pg 033]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_BOUQUET" id="A_BOUQUET"></a>A BOUQUET</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A blossom pink, a blossom blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Make all there is in love so true.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis fit, methinks, my heart to move,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To give it thee, sweet girl, I love!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, take it, dear, this morn and wear<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A wreath of beauty in thy hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think on it, when from bliss we part—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The emblem of my wooing heart!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-034" id="Page_p-034">[Pg 034]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="AN_ODE_TO_THE_SOLDIERS_AND_SAILORS_MONUMENT" id="AN_ODE_TO_THE_SOLDIERS_AND_SAILORS_MONUMENT"></a>AN ODE TO THE SOLDIERS' AND SAILORS' MONUMENT</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou most majestic Queen of sculptural art,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">What learnèd architect designed thy throne?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who traced thy stately form in head and heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And sent the sculptor forth to carve the stone?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O speak, fair Queen, for thou art not alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ten thousand unseen voices join refrain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That softly floats in one melodious tone,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As sweet as any ancient harper's strain<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In odes to Indiana's silent victors slain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy court well marks the conquest of the West,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A citadel sprung out the forest wild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mecca where the pilgrims quietly rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Each dame's content—content each sportive child;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fiery redmen nevermore revile,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nor haunt the footprints of thy daring sons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose noble spheres are widening all the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like as some brilliant star its orbit runs<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And sheds on earth its light down from a thousand suns.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-035" id="Page_p-035">[Pg 035]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy throne emblazoned with the rarest jewels,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Each wall adorned with battered coats of mail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Choice relics of some bloody fields or duels,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A legend or some untold battle tale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see the scouts go forth upon the trail,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And soldiers charging over battlements—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The weeping mother sends to God her wail;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">While passion's rage the mortal heart laments,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The dove of peace is caged in direst banishments.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But see yon arms, full flushing victory<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Brings hope, and joy is ringing everywhere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the "starry banner of the free,"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That shields her children from the tyrant's snare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The peasant turns him to his lowly fare,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The rich pursues wild phantoms at his ease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rustic plies his long-forsaken share,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And lo! the dove is cooing, "Peace, sweet peace;"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For Mars has snatched his bolts from out the rosy East.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-036" id="Page_p-036">[Pg 036]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when the last familiar scene has gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And brightest dawn has kissed the sable night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thou shalt smile on faces yet unborn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And be to them a gleaming beacon light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Might shall fall and on his throne sit Right,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When bloody wars and petty strifes have ceased;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thou shalt don thy spotless robe of white,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And say to man as hostess of the feast:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"My brother, sheath thy sword; the end of life is peace."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-037" id="Page_p-037">[Pg 037]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="TO_A_FADED_FLOWER" id="TO_A_FADED_FLOWER"></a>TO A FADED FLOWER</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>To a violet that faded on my coat at Natchez, Miss. +March 8th, 1902.</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alas! thou lovely floweret wee,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fate blew a blighting breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the delicate form of thee,—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou'st met untimely death!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou blowest, blushest nevermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To drink the dews of night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy sweet though short-lived life is o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou seest no more the light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas vain! aye, vain! the selfish strife<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That drooped thy purple crest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some swain or maiden took thy life,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To deck a love-lorn breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, floweret wee, the God who made<br /></span> +<span class="i1">All in the earth and sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Decreed that thou should blow and fade,—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">All else should live and die!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-038" id="Page_p-038">[Pg 038]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now, he who wails the floweret's fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And all the rest of man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must meet that fate, aye soon or late,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And scale their measured span.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We are but flowers that blush and blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As flight of years rolls on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With time and tide's cold ebb and flow—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'Tis said—"He's dead and gone!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For as the maid clips off the stems<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where once the flowers have been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So angels pluck earth's rarest gems,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Immortal souls of men!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flower fadeth into air,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From whence its life is given—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But man's soul shining rich and rare<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ascendeth into heaven.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-039" id="Page_p-039">[Pg 039]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DAINTY_DORA" id="DAINTY_DORA"></a>DAINTY DORA</h2> + +<h3>TO D. M. M.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Greeks once sang a lovely song<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To their maiden Cora;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my lay floats soft along<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To my Dainty Dora.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Frenchmen sing of Anne Belle,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Romans sang of Flora;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I sing my song to tell<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of my Dainty Dora.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scotchmen sing their songs to move<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mary or Debora;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I sing my song of love—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Love for Dainty Dora.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Poets now a song may give<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Psyche or Lenora;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll sing long as I live<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Just for Dainty Dora!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-040" id="Page_p-040">[Pg 040]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_VIOLIN" id="THE_VIOLIN"></a>THE VIOLIN</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thrice hail the still unconquered King of Song!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For all adore and love the Master Art<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That reareth his throne in temple of the heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And smiteth chords of passion full and strong<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till music sweet allures the sorrowing throng!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then by the gentle curving of his bow<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Maketh every mellow note in cadence flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To recompense the world of all its wrong.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Although the earth is full of cares and throes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That tempt the crimson stream of life to cloy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou mak'st glad hearts and trip'st "fantastic toes,"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And fillest weary souls with mirth and joy—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soul-entrancing cadence of thy strings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proclaims thee Song's unconquered "King of kings"!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-041" id="Page_p-041">[Pg 041]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="WOMAN" id="WOMAN"></a>WOMAN</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I call thee angel of this earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For angel true thou art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In noble deeds and sterling worth<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And sympathetic heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I, therefore, seek none from afar<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For what they might have been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sing the praise of those which are<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That dwell on earth with men.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For when man was a tottling wee,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Snug nestling on thy breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or sporting gay upon thy knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Oh, thou who lovest him best;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An overflowing stream of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sprung at his very birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made thee gentle as a dove,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fair angel of this earth.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-042" id="Page_p-042">[Pg 042]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou cheerest ever blithesome youth<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With songs and fervent prayers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fillest heart with love and truth<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A store for future cares.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou lead'st him safely in his prime,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">True guide of every stage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then at last, as fades the time,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou comfortest his age.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like as the sunshine after rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Far chasing 'way the mist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou soothest human grief and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fleet messenger of bliss.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In battles where the sword and shield<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full lay the mighty low,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hov'rest ever o'er the field,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To ease life's ebb and flow!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-043" id="Page_p-043">[Pg 043]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou standest, ever standest near,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Before man's waning eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An angel true to him more dear<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Than all beyond the skies!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No fabled sprites of chants and creeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nor myths of bygone years,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thou suppliest all his needs<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And wip'st his briny tears.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So, if he quail in desert waste<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or toss life's stormy sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He turns his tear-stained eye in haste<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For one fond glimpse of thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He longs to hide beneath thy wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And nestle on thy breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He lists to hear thee softly sing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Him into peaceful rest!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-044" id="Page_p-044">[Pg 044]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, sing aloud Mt. Zion's songs,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To cheer each languid heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now some feeble spirit longs<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thy blessings to impart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus thou keepest the Master's will,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And showest all thy worth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through loving kindness thou art still<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The angel of this earth!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-045" id="Page_p-045">[Pg 045]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_BACHELORS_SONG" id="THE_BACHELORS_SONG"></a>THE BACHELOR'S SONG</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While I keep my lonely hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are welcome one and all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I sing my little song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stay, I'll cheer you all day long—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sow my bachelor-buttons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sow my bachelor-buttons.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While this world is wild with glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chime I now my song to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my bosom lurks no care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I can loiter everywhere—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sow my bachelor-buttons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sow my bachelor-buttons.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh dear, what a happy life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the man who has no wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bind with sore distresses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And silk and satin dresses—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he sows his bachelor-buttons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he sows his bachelor-buttons.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-046" id="Page_p-046">[Pg 046]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His heart is ever merry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His way is bright and cheery;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No peevish baby crying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No jealous wife a-sighing—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he sows his bachelor-buttons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he sows his bachelor-buttons.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! praise the God who hath given<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A life so much like heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quit it? Oh no, I'll never,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But live happy forever—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sow my bachelor-buttons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sow my bachelor-buttons.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-047" id="Page_p-047">[Pg 047]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PUT_NOTHING_IN_ANOTHERS_WAY" id="PUT_NOTHING_IN_ANOTHERS_WAY"></a>PUT NOTHING IN ANOTHER'S WAY</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Put nothing in another's way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who's plodding on through life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But fill each heart with joy each day,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With peace instead of strife.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So then let not a missent word,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or thought, or act, or deed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be by our weaker brother heard<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To cause his heart to bleed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Put nothing in another's way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">It clear and ample leave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For words and actions day by day<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Life's great example weave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis then not meet that we should think<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That we are solely free<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In manners, dress, in food, or drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or fulsome revelry.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-048" id="Page_p-048">[Pg 048]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Put nothing in another's way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Just learn the Christian part<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To let a holy, sunny ray<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shine in thy brother's heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Help him to bear his load of care,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His soul get edified—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas only for the soul's welfare<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That Jesus bled and died.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Put nothing in another's way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ye who are sent to teach;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No dark cloud cast across the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ye who the gospel preach.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye twain must set the truth aright<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With joy and peace and love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in your souls shines forth the light<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From Jesus Christ above.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-049" id="Page_p-049">[Pg 049]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Put nothing in another's way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Belovèd Christian friends;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On through your toils, and cares, still pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Till life's fleet journey ends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When at the resurrection dawn<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Eternal life is given,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll get our harp, our robe, our crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The star-lit crown of heaven.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-050" id="Page_p-050">[Pg 050]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="FLOATING_WITH_THE_GALE" id="FLOATING_WITH_THE_GALE"></a>FLOATING WITH THE GALE</h2> + +<h3>TO MY LOST BROTHER</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ships the angry sea is lashing;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But I launch my little bark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though the thunder peals are crashing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the sea is pitchy dark!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See by lightning's vivid flashing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">How to shift my tattered sail—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far across the billows dashing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I am floating with the gale.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i4">CHORUS<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Floating, floating, floating ever<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On the stormy deep blue sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far from father and dear mother<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And, true love, away from thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go, ye zephyrs, sweetly laden,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Cheer my loved ones in their wail;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell my wee sweet bright-eyed maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I am floating with the gale!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-051" id="Page_p-051">[Pg 051]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the siren maids are waking,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And are singing wild sea songs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear, they start my heart to aching,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For its love to thee belongs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now my love-lorn soul is shaking<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With a spell of bitter wail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my heart is sadly breaking,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For I'm floating with the gale!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">CHORUS<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now my hopes are fading ever,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Gloom is chasing 'way the bliss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear, I know that I can never<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Come thy ruby lips to kiss!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my heart will cling forever<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To that love I oft did hail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For those ties I can not sever,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Though I'm floating with the gale!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">CHORUS<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-052" id="Page_p-052">[Pg 052]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear, my heart is ever longing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Longs surfmen my bark to save;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through my brain these thoughts are thronging,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of a grave beneath the wave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of loved ones my heart is wronging,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the belly of the whale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Round my soul their ghosts are thronging,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As I'm floating with the gale!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i4">CHORUS<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear, I fain would be returning<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the cove just where thou art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While my languid breast is burning<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Light and love full out my heart!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But cruel Fate my hopes is spurning,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And winds blow against my sail;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While out Death my life is burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I'm still floating with the gale!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i4">CHORUS<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-053" id="Page_p-053">[Pg 053]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LULA_JOHNSONS_SONG" id="LULA_JOHNSONS_SONG"></a>LULA JOHNSON'S SONG</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Written in Quinn Chapel, A. M. E. Church, Ninth and +Walnut Streets, Louisville, Ky., Wednesday evening, +October 16th, 1907, while Miss Lula E. Johnson was singing +"Ave Maria."</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have heard the mock-bird singing when the orchards were in bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sweetness of his music made the peacock don his plume;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ay! I've heard cock-robin-redbreast chirping on a sunny day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the skylark soaring skywards, merrily sing his festal lay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the brown thrush and the bluebird thrill their little treble notes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the woodland songsters pouring songs of gladness from their throats—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not one has touched so deeply, and not one has last so long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the ever ringing cadence of sweet Lula Johnson's song!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-054" id="Page_p-054">[Pg 054]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the breeze has ceased to whisper and the night is soft and still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save the awe-provoking shrilling of the ghastly whippoorwill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the moonbeams pour down brightly on the woodland, hill and dale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I oft listen at my window to the queenly nightingale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But no song of merry woodland, neither hill, nor dale, nor dell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has ever smote my bosom, nor has made my spirit swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the soul-inspiring music that so softly glides along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! so softly and so gently in sweet Lula Johnson's song!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-055" id="Page_p-055">[Pg 055]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! my soul has caught the music, as it softly floats along—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! the soul-entrancing music of sweet Lula Johnson's song!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If my feet shall ever falter, it shall cheer me on my way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ay, sustain and give me comfort,—make my feeble spirit gay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All we need to have, my brothers, in our war of peace 'gainst strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the cadence of sweet music sprinkled in to sweeten life;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will sweeten all our bitters, which now seem so very long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we have it soft and gentle, as sweet Lula Johnson's song.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-056" id="Page_p-056">[Pg 056]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the lonely hours of midnight, when fair Luna 'gins to pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have heard her songs a-ringing, floating softly on the gale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I hope when dawns the morning, when I draw my fleeting breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When my friends are gathered 'round me, and my eyes are closed in death—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere you throw the sods upon me, on my never-heaving breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While my body's lying silent and my soul is seeking rest—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I'll wing straight home to glory, for the journey won't be long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the spirit-wafting music of sweet Lula Johnson's song!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-057" id="Page_p-057">[Pg 057]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_TRIBUTE_TO_DUNBAR" id="A_TRIBUTE_TO_DUNBAR"></a>A TRIBUTE TO DUNBAR</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sweetest singer once thou wast, but art no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">An elf thou wast of what thou now shalt be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where thou art in realms of that celestial shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">There thou shalt sing through all eternity.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We, peerless bard, bewail thy loss<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And shed heart-broken tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though meekly thou hast borne thy cross<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And winged the flight of years!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thrice blessed singer, wrapped in heavenly bliss,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of earth's poor souls thy fortune who can tell?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance thy splendid lot be solely this:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To change thy lute with the angel Israfel!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If so, then smite thy golden strings<br /></span> +<span class="i3">With fingers nimble, strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till all along fair heaven rings<br /></span> +<span class="i3">With cadence of thy song!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-058" id="Page_p-058">[Pg 058]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thee tyrant earth once held, imprisoned soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That suffered tortures of relentless strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair heaven now holds within her sheltered fold,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And gives thee robe and harp—eternal life!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Grant him, O God, unfaltering breath<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To sing from heaven afar<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A song to cheer our souls in death—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">The peerless Paul Dunbar!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-059" id="Page_p-059">[Pg 059]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="WERE_I_A_BIRD" id="WERE_I_A_BIRD"></a>WERE I A BIRD</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird free born to fly<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Aloof on two wee, downy wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My canopy would be the sky<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When rosy morn its dawning springs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird I'd sweetly sing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Earth's vesper song in tree-tops high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And chant the carol of the Spring<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To every weary passer by.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird, the sweetest voice<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That human ear has ever heard,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mocking-bird would be my choice,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For he's the sweetest singing bird!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-060" id="Page_p-060">[Pg 060]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird my life would be<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In keeping with the Will divine—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd sing His carols full and free<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In spreading oak and cony pine!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird through air I'd roam,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Just flitting on the morning breeze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In search of summer's sunny dome,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To live contentedly at ease.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird I'd sing a tune<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For farmers seeking shady rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the spreading oak in June,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In swinging boughs that rock my nest.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-061" id="Page_p-061">[Pg 061]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird I'd scale the cliff<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When dawns the bleak December day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the ice and snow I'd shift<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Until the fairest day in May!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird, a mocking-bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The King of birdie's singing sons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My music would fore'er be heard<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As I sweet sang to cheerless ones.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a bird I'd seek my rest<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When jocund Day blows out his light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In boughs that hover o'er my nest<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I'd sweetly sing, "Good Night, Good Night!"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-062" id="Page_p-062">[Pg 062]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="AN_ODE_TO_ETHIOPIA" id="AN_ODE_TO_ETHIOPIA"></a>AN ODE TO ETHIOPIA</h2> + +<h3>TO THE ASPIRING NEGRO YOUTH</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>After years of patient study and historical research, I +have made the following deductions of parts played by the +Ethiopian in the annals of history, under the caption, "An +Ode to Ethiopia." It is true that questions will rise regarding +the racial identity of some of my characters, in +view of historical statements which place them with the +Caucasian race; yet I firmly believe, were impartial history +written, my claims would be justified. However, Time, +the great Arbiter, will finally decide the equity of my +claims.</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"> +<span class="i0">I<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou Sovran Queen of Afric's sunny strands,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I smite my lyre to sing thy praise unsung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In strains far sweeter than seraphic bands,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A lay deep in my bosom's core is sprung.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Queen, although my years as yet be young,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Deep thoughts and musings of thy history old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where odes and fiery epics long have hung,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Live centuries in my immortal soul<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And strike sweet Lydian measures on my harp of gold.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-063" id="Page_p-063">[Pg 063]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">II<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Therefore, my song floats softly up to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full soft as those sweet zephyrs of the spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of which it was and is and still must be,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The sweetest of aeolian strains that ring!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I breathe it on the soft sea winds which bring<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Their cooling treasures from the rolling deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They 'fresh my brow and make my sad heart sing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And ever lure my drowsy eyes from sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And bid thy vesper chorist strictest vigil keep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">III<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of all the nations that have trod the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In civil states or in the forest wild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou wast the first of real enlightened birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Born in fair Egypt on the spreading Nile.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In valleys fertile, sunny climates mild,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou sternly taught the "chosen" Hebrew race—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Madonna sheltered with her Holy Child,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who came to plead man's all unworthy case,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And drained His sacred heart, earth's vilest sin efface!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-064" id="Page_p-064">[Pg 064]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">IV<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Long ere the Grecian oped his classic lids<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or mould' true beauty with artistic hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou reared upon thy plains the lofty pyramids,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With sphinx and obelisks 'decked thy burning sands.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aye! Queen, thou then wast hailed in all the lands<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Long ere vain Babel 'fused the human tongue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dialects rude of wild barbaric bands;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou soared to Wisdom's realm, her sceptre wrung,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And reigned the wisest queen the nations all among.<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">V<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou first taught man the mystic sciences probe,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To scan earth's apex, median, and base;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou, too, inscribed the belt around the globe,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And made deep tracings on its hoary face.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well fixed each angle, arc, and line in place,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then soared thou far into the "milky way,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far in the bright, celestial span of space,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where orbs and planets all their homage pay<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Unto the sun, the ever reigning "King of Day."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-065" id="Page_p-065">[Pg 065]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">VI<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Once in great splendor did thy Pharaohs rule<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In Egypt, with her glory flown of yore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They laid foundations of the mundane school,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And taught the art of governmental lore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then from thy great military store<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou sent the gallant Hannibal to war,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Taught Romans tactics never known before,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And filled their hearts with ever-cowering awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And bowed their haughty heads to thy majestic law.<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">VII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in this age is writ another story;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then pen of arrogant, vain Caucasian sage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has thee full robbed of thy immortal glory,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And smeared thy name on History's sacred page!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forsooth, the Book, once closed for many an age,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Is opened by thy sons—though fraught with pain—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The curtain's drawn; they rise upon the stage;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And their valiant deeds and blood shall wash the stain<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As clean as April showers wash the dusty plain.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-066" id="Page_p-066">[Pg 066]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">VIII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I sing now of thy heroes of today,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thy sturdy warriors and thy gallant knights,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who charge into the thickest of the fray,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And die for country and their free-born rights,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For orphans, widows and their little mites.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thus, Attucks brave, without a moment's pause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(While reeled the Nation in her darkest plights)<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full bared his breast in Freedom's holy cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">First fell and tore the code of Tyranny's cruel laws!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">IX<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now, if my lay is yet not sweet enough,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I'll bid a gentler, subtler strain awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sing of fights with Jackson on the Gulf<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Perry's hard-fought battle on the Lake!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of fights in fen and moor and hoary brake,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On Lookout Mountain and the rolling main—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through searing blasts of bleak December's flake,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And drenching torrents of fair April's rain:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Their valiant deeds are springing ever up amain!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-067" id="Page_p-067">[Pg 067]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">X<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They fought, the Union from State's Rights to free;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">At Vicksburg, Wagner, and Port Hudson lent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their aid; their deeds at Pillow and Olustee<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Rose surge on surge like ocean billows rent!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The praises of the gallant Ninth and Tenth<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Will ever rise and soft float to the sky—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They bagged Old Bull in Rocky Mountain tent;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then stormed the Spanish block-housed Hills on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And bade the tyrant Spaniard's heaving heart to die!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XI<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"High time, my Haitian islet must be free!"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Great Touissant thus his declaration tacks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then drives proud Frenchmen into the yawning sea—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"The bravest whites, by bravest of the blacks."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brave Maceo pursues the Spanish packs,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Aguinaldo, in the mountain wilds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pours shot and shell into the tyrants' backs—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They save her throne and Freedom on them smiles,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">True heroes, and the Fathers of their sunlit Isles!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-068" id="Page_p-068">[Pg 068]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy sons have triumphed in the Halls of State;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Hamilton and Douglas were the first to gain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lightning eye and tongue of thunder great,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The civic lead of thy illustrious train.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Next Bruce and Revels, senatorial twain;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">John Lynch and Small emit a brilliant light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Langston, Pinchback, Cheatham all remain;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With Dancy, Vernon, Anderson, and White,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Liang Williams, Lyons, Terrell stand for "Civic Right."<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XIII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In science's realm with Banneker we start,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then read on Medicae's emblazoned wall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Dan Williams here first stitched the human heart!"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Close by the names of Curtis, Boyd, and Hall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But others list'd and heard Invention's call,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In all its sweetness of the days of yore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Woods, the greatest foreman of them all,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shouts on his voyage with Black and Baltimore:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"We come! we come! good Dame, thy region to explore!"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-069" id="Page_p-069">[Pg 069]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XIV<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I, too," said 'Monia Lewis, "can make a man!"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then mould' his form with most artistic ease—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all aeolian strains Blind Tom could scan,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And play as softly as the South Sea breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his major and his minor keys!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Good Douglas gently wakes the violin's song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And White leads home the zephyrs from the seas;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">While Coleridge-Taylor with an art more strong<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full finds the key-note of Dame Nature's vesper song!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XV<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If shady nooks in Poesy's realm they choose,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or barks to drift the smooth, prosaic stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There Phillis held communion with the Muse,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Chesnutt woke the "Colonel" from his dream!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Max Barber, Thompson, Knox and Fortune beam;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Great Braithwaite scales the classic mountain heights,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Cooper, like a beacon light, will gleam;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">While Dunbar, sun-like, sheds his holy lights<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In dazzling splendor on his solar satellites!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-070" id="Page_p-070">[Pg 070]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XVI<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These brilliant names shall never fade away:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Emblazoned in the sacred Hall of Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They shall remain till dawns that direful Day,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The valid seal beneath thy sacred name.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deft Tanner, artist, ever blazing flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With Pickens, Bruce and Locke of classic dell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Truth and Harper, Yates and Ruffin came,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Walker, Terrell, Williams, known so well<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Long ere Marie had taught the hoary world to spell!<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XVII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The learned Scarborough writes the classic Greek;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Dean Miller thinks in calculations cold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Cogman writes the annals of the meek,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">DuBois reveals the secrets of the Soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all shall read in letters gilded gold:<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"Who teaches head and heart and hands, has won<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The priceless boon, the guerdon of the goal,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The portion due thy most illustrious son,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Tuskegee's seer and sage, the noble Washington!"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-071" id="Page_p-071">[Pg 071]</a></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XVIII<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy songs inspire and cheer the human soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Still plodding forth in search of Beulah's vale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lead wondering lambs into the Master's fold,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When Flora Burgeon's notes far float the gale!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though Patti Brown we loud applaud and hail,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Hackley's voice is heard in every land,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Black Patti is the queenly nightingale<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That leads the chorus, as they singing stand<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As Miriam stood, to sing thee to the "Promised Land!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="poemtitle"> + +<span class="i0">XIX<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I see the Prophet's mandate to the land,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In golden letters glit'ring in the sky:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fair Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Her sons shall sway the earth long ere they die!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As swift as lightnings with the storm-clouds fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To light the path celestial feet have trod:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So be thy soaring to the realms on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When mortal feet no more shall tread this sod,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And thy holy spirit wings its homeward flight to God!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-072" id="Page_p-072">[Pg 072]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="TO_J_S_B" id="TO_J_S_B"></a>TO J. S. B.</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>On seeing her December 25th, 1904, after two years' +travel.</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Take, fair maid, these simple lines<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From my pen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think of strollings 'neath the pines,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Which have been—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long and lonesome were the days<br /></span> +<span class="i1">We were apart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But may Love, now, have her sways,—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Bind heart to heart!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er main to isle and back to land<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Have I been;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld on either hand<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A maiden queen:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But none with captivating charms<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like thine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None to nestle in her arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Love of mine!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Charms unto thee God gave<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To banish strife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To glorify and save<br /></span> +<span class="i1">One sweet life—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take this, dear, before we part<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From this bliss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis but love flowing from my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thine to kiss!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-073" id="Page_p-073">[Pg 073]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MAYORS_RING" id="THE_MAYORS_RING"></a>THE MAYOR'S RING</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I hold a token in my hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A very tiny thing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet within its golden band<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A thousand memories cling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Aye! thrice ten thousand memories cling<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of signal victories won,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enshrined within this little ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Reward of duty done.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I ever shall this token prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And wear it with true grace—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tie that binds the kindred ties<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of friendship race to race.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when I soar full through the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Yet ever will I cling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the gates of Paradise<br /></span> +<span class="i1">This sacred little ring!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-074" id="Page_p-074">[Pg 074]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="WHATS_THE_USE" id="WHATS_THE_USE"></a>WHAT'S THE USE?</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! What is living but moving about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Buoyed up with hope and crushed down by doubt?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is the draught of breath we harp on as life?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught but a sip of peace, a cup full of strife—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What's the use?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is the place we call our home, "sweet home"?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught but a span of space where one may roam:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Night's pitchy corner; a hard crust of bread;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cot for your feeble limbs, pillow your head—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What's the use?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now, what is loving but acting a fool?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what is quitting?—Producing a rule:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Break short the flight of Dan Cupid's swift dart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aimed at the core of an innocent heart!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What's the use?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-075" id="Page_p-075">[Pg 075]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Say, what is marrying but getting in trouble?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trifling 'way joy while your sorrow is double?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What, then, is your state my friend, after you've wed?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught but a vial of wrath poured upon your head!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What's the use?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! what is batching but living a man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sporting and sleeping—just running his plan?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come when he's ready, and go when he please—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brain's full of joy, his heart is at ease—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">See, that's the use!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-076" id="Page_p-076">[Pg 076]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="O_GOD_WILT_THOU_HELP_ME_IN_SCHOOL" id="O_GOD_WILT_THOU_HELP_ME_IN_SCHOOL"></a>O GOD, WILT THOU HELP ME IN SCHOOL?</h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p>On Saturday, March 1, 1902, I left Alcorn and went +home in order to earn money enough to defray my expenses +for the year 1902-03. I began work as soon as I +reached home and labored on father's farm until the last +week in June, 1902. I had seen by that time that there +was nothing to be realized from that source but disheartening +failure.</p> + +<p>I then acted as agent for the "Zion Record," published +by Rev. R. A. Adams, 39 St. Catherine Street, Natchez, +Miss., until August 20, 1902. Knowing that there was a +dormitory to be built for girls at Alcorn, I went there, +hoping to get work and to be there when school opened. +On arriving, I failed to get employment. I had no money. +The Boarding Hall was run by boys who stayed over summer. +Finding I was unemployed, they refused to let me +take meals with them. There I was—friendless and +penniless—without a bite of bread and nowhere to lay my +head. To drive the wolf of starvation away and to keep +from being devoured, I made arrangements with President +Lanier to cut wood for something to eat, until school +opened Sept. 2, 1902.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-077" id="Page_p-077">[Pg 077]</a></span></p> + +<p>When school opened, the Faculty met the first day and +distributed the positions to the eligibles. On going down +to the Hall to take my first meal, to my surprise I found +I had been awarded the position of waiter. To hold a +position, or even remain on the Campus, one must matriculate +within three days after school starts, if there when it +opens, or after he arrives, if not. I then wrote home for +the matriculation fee ($13), as I had labored there all +summer. As that letter was sealed my destiny was sealed +in it. It was one that hauled my anchor of hope; yes, +one to bring glad tidings of great joy and crowning success, +or the gloom of disastrous failure. Thus, having my +hope sealed, I wrote across it "In Haste!"</p> + +<p>The night of its return was a dark, rainy one. As all +sat discussing different events that had transpired since the +new session had begun, suddenly a whistle was heard. +How our hearts throbbed with gladness as we exclaimed, +"There, that's the mail!" Dear reader, you cannot +imagine how overjoyed I was. I knew that bag contained +a letter for me; so anxious was I to receive it I did not +trust anyone, but rushed to the office, and ere long my +name was called.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-078" id="Page_p-078">[Pg 078]</a></span></p> + +<p>I opened it then and there, with an eager look for a +green piece of paper styled a "Money Order." I looked, +but found it not. All hope vanished; joy faded; and +gloom hovered over me—a feeling I never before had, nor +since, and I hope never again to have, electrified my body. +It was then raining at full headway: the lightnings flashed; +the thunders pealed out peal after peal, each succeeding +one louder than the first. By this time all had gone to +bed but me. I thought thought after thought, prayed +prayer after prayer, sent up cry after cry, shed tear after +tear. I went to bed, but could not sleep. I then thought +of this subject: "O God, Wilt Thou Help Me in School?" +After writing it, my feelings were changed, the gloom was +dispelled, and 'Smiling Hope' returned with joyous tidings +of happiness and a blissful future.</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, God to Thee, who knowest all things,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To Thee each being his praises brings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In heaven, or earth, or sea, or sky—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To-night to Thee I raise my cry.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-079" id="Page_p-079">[Pg 079]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night as Thou doth know the why,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The why I make each tearful sigh—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast Thou not crowned and blest my way?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Why'st Thou forsaken me to-day?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night while in my deepest grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I calmly wait Thy sweet relief;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou knowest I have done my best,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Oh, give my pondering soul some rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night, O God, grant all to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For man to reap he first must sow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To know to have both bread and wine<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He must reap all at harvest time.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night, O God, to Thee I plead,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thou must protect me, guide and lead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through this which is my darkest night<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To a day when Thou shalt give me light.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-080" id="Page_p-080">[Pg 080]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night my soul does bleed with pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As murky clouds drip down the rain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O God, heal me of this heart ache,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For thy dear Son Christ Jesus' sake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night me compass grief and fears,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To-night while drip heart-broken tears;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There seems to be no one to save<br /></span> +<span class="i1">My weeping soul from chilly grave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night as I, Thy servant, pray<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To Thee, to turn my darkness day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And change my many blinding fears<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To brighter hope for future years.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O restless soul, thou canst not sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For, ship-like, thou art tossed the deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aye, tossed by surge of mighty wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With none to share and none to save.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-081" id="Page_p-081">[Pg 081]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O God, in Thee I now believe,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Since life in Thee I do receive;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I pray Thee now with trembling fear<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To my sad soul draw near, draw near.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O God, Thou knowest this night I dread,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As 'twere to number me with the dead—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I plead to Thee as by a rule,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-night, O God, the darkest gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Hangs o'er me like a cloud to doom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cry while sitting on this stool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This wide world o'er my mind doth roam,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">So many miles away from home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thoughts thread-like wound in a spool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-082" id="Page_p-082">[Pg 082]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear Lord, I ask of Thee one boon,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Pure as the light of "harvest moon";<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cry as when bathed in a pool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While time and tide flow o'er my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For wisdom, Lord, I ever pine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not in folly of a fool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, may I now look up and smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As children, mirthful all the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When playing in the shade so cool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When life's long journey nears its end,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And friend so dear must part from friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bathe deep in Thy living pool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, wilt Thou help me in school?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-083" id="Page_p-083">[Pg 083]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh days of woe, oh do relent,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For all my sins I now repent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bathe in Siloam's ancient pool—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">O God, right now help me in school.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, when this stormy life is o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I'll moor my bark on th' eternal shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then shall I cross life's mortal pool,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And God will then help me in school!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-084" id="Page_p-084">[Pg 084]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BEHIND_THE_BARS" id="BEHIND_THE_BARS"></a>BEHIND THE BARS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am a pilgrim far from home,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A wanderer like Mars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thought my wanderings ne'er should come,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">So fixed behind the bars!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I left my sunny Southern home<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beneath the silver stars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A northward path began to roam,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Not seeking prison bars.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I sought a higher, holier life,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Which never virtue mars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Fate had spun a net of strife<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For me behind the bars!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My mother's lowly thatched-roofed cot<br /></span> +<span class="i1">My nobler senses jars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so I seek to aid her lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But not behind the bars!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-085" id="Page_p-085">[Pg 085]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis said, forsooth, the poet learns<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Through sufferings and wars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sing the song which deepest burns<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Behind the prison bars!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus I resign myself to Fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Regardless of her scars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For soon she'll open wide the gate<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For me behind the bars.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I plead to you, my fellow man,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For all who wear the tars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To lend what little help you can<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To us behind the bars.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O God, I breathe my prayer to Thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who never sinner bars:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set each immortal spirit free<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Behind these prison bars!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-086" id="Page_p-086">[Pg 086]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HARVARD_SQUARE" id="HARVARD_SQUARE"></a>HARVARD SQUARE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis once in life our dreams come true,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The myths of long ago,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quite real though fairy-like their view,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They surge with ebb and flow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus thou, O haunt of childhood dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">More beauteous and fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than Nature's landscape and her streams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Historic Harvard Square.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My soul hath panted long for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like as the wounded hart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That vainly strives himself to free<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full from the archer's dart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And struggled oft all, all alone<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With burdens hard to bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I stand at Wisdom's throne<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To-night in Harvard Square.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-087" id="Page_p-087">[Pg 087]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A night most tranquil,—I was proud<br /></span> +<span class="i1">My thoughts soared up afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To moonbeams pouring through the cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or some lone twinkling star;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And musing thus, my quickened pace<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beat to the printery's glare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where first I saw a friendly face<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In classic Harvard Square.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ho! stranger, thou art wan and worn<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of journey's wear and tear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy face all haggard and forlorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Pray tell me whence and where?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I came—from out—the Sunny South—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The spot—on earth—most fair,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fell lisping from my trembling mouth—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"In search—of—Harvard Square."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-088" id="Page_p-088">[Pg 088]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here rest, my friend, upon this seat,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And feel thyself at home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll bring thee forth some drink and meat,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'Twill give thee back thy form."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then I prayed the Lord to bless<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Us, and that little lair—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quite sure, I thought, I had found rest<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Most sweet in Harvard Square.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I came," I said, "o'er stony ways,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Through mountain, hill and dale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've felt old Sol's most scorching rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And braved the stormy gale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've done this, Printer, not for gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nor diamonds rich and rare—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for a burning in my soul<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To learn in Harvard Square.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-089" id="Page_p-089">[Pg 089]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've journeyed long without a drink<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nor yet a bite of bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While in this state, O Printer, think—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No shelter for my head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I mused, 'Hope's yet this side the grave'—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">My pluck and courage there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then made my languid heart bear brave—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Each throb for Harvard Square."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A sound soon hushed my heart's rejoice—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"The watchman on his search?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No!" rang the printer's gentle voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"'Deak' Wilson in from church.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er there, good 'Deak'," the printer said,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"The wanderer in that chair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath come to seek the lore deep laid<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Up here in Harvard Square."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-090" id="Page_p-090">[Pg 090]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It matters not how you implore,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He can no longer stay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on the night's 'Plutonian shore,'<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Await the coming day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm sorry, sir," he calmly said,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"Though hard, I guess 'tis fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast no place to lay thy head—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Not yet in Harvard Square!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Good night!" he said, and we the same—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I sighed, "Where shall I go?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He soon returned and with him came<br /></span> +<span class="i1">An officer and—Oh!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now sir, you take this forlorn tramp<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With all his shabby ware,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guide him safely off the 'Camp'<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of dear old Harvard Square."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-091" id="Page_p-091">[Pg 091]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As soon as locked within the jail,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Deep in a ghastly cell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Methought I heard the bitter wail<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of all the fiends of hell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O God, to Thee I humbly pray<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No treacherous prison snare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall close my soul within for aye<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From dear old Harvard Square."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Just then I saw an holy Sprite<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shed all her radiant beams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And round her shone the source of light<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of all the poets' dreams!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I plied my pen in sober use,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And spent each moment spare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sweet communion with the Muse<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I met in Harvard Square!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-092" id="Page_p-092">[Pg 092]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I cried: "Fair Goddess, hear my tale<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of sorrow, grief and pain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made her face an ashen pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But soon it glowed again!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They placed me here; and this my crime,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Writ on their pages fair:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'He left his sunny native clime,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And came to Harvard Square!'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Weep not, my son, thy way is hard,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thy weary journey long—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thus I choose my favorite bard<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To sing my sweetest song.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll strike the key-note of my art<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And guide with tend'rest care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And breathe a song into thy heart<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To honor Harvard Square.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-093" id="Page_p-093">[Pg 093]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I called old Homer long ago,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And made him beg his bread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through seven cities, ye all know,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His body fought for, dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spurn not oppression's blighting sting,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nor scorn thy lowly fare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By them I'll teach thy soul to sing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The songs of Harvard Square.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I placed great Dante in exile,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And Byron had his turns;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Keats and Shelley smote the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And my immortal Burns!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thee I'll build a sacred shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A store of all my ware;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By them I'll teach thy soul to sing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'A place in Harvard Square.'<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-094" id="Page_p-094">[Pg 094]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To some a store of mystic lore,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To some to shine a star:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first I gave to Allan Poe,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The last to Paul Dunbar.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since thou hast waited patient, long,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Now by my throne I swear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To give to thee my sweetest song<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To sing in Harvard Square."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she gave her parting kiss<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And bade a long farewell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sat serene in perfect bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As she forsook my cell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the altar-fire she poured<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Some incense very rare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its fragrance sweet my soul assured<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I'd enter Harvard Square.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-095" id="Page_p-095">[Pg 095]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Reclining on my couch, I slept<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A sleep sweet and profound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er me the blessed angels kept<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Their vigil close around.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dawning's smile, my fondest hope<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shone radiant and fair:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Justice cut each chain and rope<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'Tween me and Harvard Square!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Cell No. 40, East Cambridge Jail</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><i>Cambridge, Mass., July 26, 1910</i></span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-096" id="Page_p-096">[Pg 096]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_END" id="THE_END"></a>THE END</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Though man through life so swiftly wends,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And o'er its journey runs his race;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though rough, or smooth, or 'round the bends,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In distance putting fleetest friend:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! there comes a halting place,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A place of rest—the journey's end!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_p-097" id="Page_p-097">[Pg 097]</a></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> + +<h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> + +<p>Original variations in spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation have +been retained except for the following three changes:</p> + +<p> +Page <a href="#Page_p-029">29</a>: A comma was added after banks for consistency.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans' banks,—)</span><br /> +<br /> +Page <a href="#Page_p-062">62</a>: Caucasin was changed to Caucasian<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(statements which place them with the Caucasian race;)</span><br /> +<br /> +Page <a href="#Page_p-065">65</a>: Pharaoahs changed to Pharaohs.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Once in great splendor did thy Pharaohs rule)</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_p-022">22</a>: In the line: "There are homes are our natal, and nothing is +fatal," the first "are" may be a typo for "our." 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