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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/license - - -Title: Poems - -Author: Crocket McElroy - -Release Date: July 22, 2016 [EBook #52623] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - - .. POEMS .. - - BY - - CROCKET McELROY. - - ST. CLAIR, - MICHIGAN. - - [Illustration: colophon] - - CHICAGO, - SCROLL PUBLISHING COMPANY, - 1900. - - Copyrighted, 1900, - - BY CROCKET McELROY. - - - TO - - HON. THOMAS W. PALMER, Detroit, Michigan; - HON. JOSEPH B. MOORE, Lansing, Michigan; - CAPTAIN BYRON WHITAKER, Detroit, Michigan; - HENRY C. FRENCH, Esq., Buffalo, New York; - CHARLES A. CALZIN, Esq., Marine City, Michigan; - and all my other friends, this book is dedicated. - CROCKET MCELROY. - - - - -INDEX. - - -POEMS OF PATRIOTISM. - -Our Country and Our Flag, 9 - -The Flag of Hobson’s Choice, 16 - -The Old Soldier, 21 - -Washington, 26 - -A Voice for Freedom, 29 - -The Reconcentrados, 31 - -The Celebration, 40 - -Ode to Ontario, 42 - -The United States and Canada, 44 - -Ode to Our Country, 45 - - -POEMS OF SENTIMENT. - -The Milk of Human Kindness, 49 - -The Working Girl, 52 - -The Wayward Girl, 56 - -The Rose Cure, 59 - -To a Snow Drop, 61 - -A Family Song, 63 - -Thanksgiving Day, 64 - -Parental Advice, 65 - -The Doctor, 67 - -Brotherly Love, 69 - -The Minister’s Wife, 70 - -Nothing to Say, 73 - -The Heart, 74 - -My Darling Flora’s Margaret, 75 - -The Rich Sweet Sound of the Human Voice, 78 - -The Man for the Times, 82 - - -POEMS OF FEELING. - -To My Soul, 87 - -Dear Rolla, 89 - -To the Memory of a Good Woman, 90 - -On the Death of Mrs. Maggie Blood, 91 - -To the Memory of Mrs. Fidelia Whitaker, 93 - -Braver the Sick, 95 - -Do not Die Tonight, 96 - -On the Death of Mary McElroy, 98 - -Address to Death, 100 - -To the Memory of Mrs. Hon. Justin R. Whiting, 106 - -Captain Archie Morrison, 109 - - -POEMS OF DESCRIPTION. - -Where the Wind Blows, 113 - -Ode to Lake Superior, 117 - -The Dundas Valley, 118 - -The St. Clair River, 119 - - -MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. - -Compensation, 139 - -Expansion, 146 - -Fear Not, Lorain, 148 - -The Teacher, 150 - -A Gem, 153 - -The China Wedding, 154 - -The Honest Man’s Fate, 155 - -Time and Tide, 156 - -Christmas Day, 157 - -Progressive Euchre, 158 - -The Winner, 162 - -A Walk by Moonlight, 163 - -The Painter, 165 - -A Doctor’s Advice, 166 - -Here I Am, 168 - -A Christmas Turkey, 169 - -To Mrs. Harriet S. DeLano and Her Baby, 170 - -For the Baby, 171 - -Lines on My Father, 171 - -Advice to a Young Poet, 172 - -An Acrostic, 173 - -Charley’s Puppy, 174 - -Merry Christmas, 175 - -Temperance, 175 - -The Folding Puzzle, 176 - -In Florence’s Album, 176 - -In Lizzie Leonard’s Album, 177 - -In Henrietta’s Album, 177 - -In Worthy’s Album, 178 - -In Flora’s Album, 178 - -In Etta’s Album, 179 - -In Grace’s Album, 179 - -The Gallop of Life, 180 - -Where Are All the People We Knew, 184 - -The Honest Man, 187 - -Beautiful Things, 189 - -The Nurse, 192 - -A Sweet Disposition, 195 - -The Scow Race, 197 - -A Happy Choice, 201 - -Beautiful Flowers, 203 - -The Value of a Friend, 204 - - - - - PART I. - - POEMS OF PATRIOTISM - - - - - OUR COUNTRY AND OUR FLAG. - - - At morning light October twelfth, - In fourteen hundred ninety-two, - With shouts of joy and dreams of wealth, - Columbus and his happy crew, - Sang land ahoy! Sweet land ahoy! - And landing on the virgin soil, - Gave thanks to God, in tears of joy, - And laughed at danger, care and toil. - - And thus became our country known - A short four hundred years ago, - And yet in greatness it has grown - Beyond the reach of man to know; - The forests vast have given way - Before man’s mighty march and hand, - And prairie wastes like night to day - Have changed to blooming garden land. - - The savage hosts that here were found - Living like roving beasts of prey, - Have given up their hunting ground, - And thrown their poisoned darts away; - Now turning to the arts of peace, - And living on the white man’s plan, - Their wasted numbers will increase, - While they respect the rights of man. - - The howling wolf and dreaded bear, - The buffalo and antelope, - And all the beasts not in man’s care, - Are going down the western slope; - Whate’er obstructs the onward tread, - Of the overwhelming march of man, - Must soon be numbered with the dead, - All sacrificed on nature’s plan. - - The mighty rivers and great lakes, - Where once did float the bark canoe, - Are but the means that nature makes, - To push man’s grand endeavors thru; - And now upon these waters floats - A commerce of a size so vast, - (In more than seven thousand boats) - It never yet has been surpassed. - - And pressing on for conquests new, - The teeming millions reach our shore, - And bore the very mountains thru, - In eager reaching out for more; - The earth gives up its lead and gold, - Its silver, copper, salt, and oil, - And countless wealth will yet unfold, - Ere man has ceased to think and toil. - - A thousand cities now we show, - And eighty million freemen rule, - Where but four hundred years ago, - There was no house, or church, or school, - And not a white man yet had trod - The fairest portion of the earth, - The land where all may worship God, - Where liberty was given birth. - - In seventeen hundred seventy-six, - The brave forefathers of this land, - Tired of tyrannic laws and tricks, - Resolved to take a noble stand; - So on the fourth day of July - They said this country must be free, - And pledged themselves to win or die, - In fighting for its liberty. - - Then thirteen states together joined - And declared themselves a nation, - And prouder names were never coined - Than endorsed that declaration. - Our country now must have a flag, - To be praised in song and story, - No silly or unmeaning rag, - But an emblem of our glory. - - Flags are made of various types, - Our Congress chose for us the best, - And with our handsome stars and stripes, - We do not care for all the rest; - With seven red and six white bars, - A corner field of pretty blue, - In which to set the coming stars, - Now counting three and forty-two. - - Each star a state does represent, - A powerful aggregation, - And each one has a government, - For its local regulation; - So great we’ve grown in width and length, - The truth can hardly be believed; - We do not boast of size or strength, - But of the work we have achieved. - - We sixty thousand schools maintain - For the children of our nation, - Where free of cost they can obtain - A liberal education; - And sixty thousand churches, too, - Where people freely worship God, - Learn how to love, be good and true, - For that’s the style on freedom’s sod. - - We make ships go ’gainst wind and tide, - Our steamers sail to ev’ry shore, - And on our railroads one can ride - Two hundred thousand miles and more; - Our Franklin brought the lightning down, - Morse made it talk thru miles of wire, - And Edison has gained renown, - By using it for light and fire. - - We now can hear a thousand miles, - The ever welcome voice of friends, - And on our little waxen files - Preserve it till life’s journey ends; - The sweetest music in the world - Is sung and played for all mankind, - The notes are caught and then unfurled, - And lift man’s heart and cheer his mind. - - With gratitude our hearts are filled - For the triumphs of our nation, - We’ll not forget good blood was spilled - In fighting for its salvation; - We love our country and our flag, - And know not how to amend it, - And when it calls we will not lag - In rallying to defend it. - - O how it inspires one to hear, - When passing by upon the street, - The children sing in school house near, - “Forever float that standard sheet,” - And changing time to music true - “The star spangled banner shall wave,” - Following with “Red, white and blue,” - And cheers for the flag of the brave. - - In many nations of the earth, - Where kings and other tyrants rule, - The people’s rights are little worth, - Until they learn from freedom’s school; - But monarchs now are growing wise, - And hearts rejoice o’er all the world, - As freedom’s fires light the skies, - Where’er our noble flag’s unfurled. - - For justice and for liberty, - Our country is the champion, - We’ll advocate humanity, - Where’er man’s rights are trampled on; - In quiet peace we aim to live, - Avoiding war whene’er we can, - But life and gold we’ll freely give - To help our suff’ring fellowman. - - There is no nation that we fear - However skilled in war or arts, - We need no standing army here, - Our bulwark’s made of human hearts; - We have no lords, no king to crown, - But mindful of the bitter past, - We’ve anchored all our virtues down, - And nailed our banner to the mast. - - Respected now o’er all the earth, - In ev’ry country great and small, - The flag that crowned our nation’s birth, - Floats proudly with the best of all: - And now from school house top it flies, - And on all ships we send to sea, - The grandest flag beneath the skies, - The glorious flag of liberty. - - - - - THE FLAG OF HOBSON’S CHOICE. - - A SONG. - - Written June 10th, 1898, to commemorate in verse the great - achievement of Richard P. Hobson and his crew of seven men, in - sinking the steamer “Merrimac,” in the mouth of Santiago harbor, - island of Cuba, under orders of Admiral Sampson. - - - When Hobson saw his country’s need, - Demanded human sacrifice, - He asked that he might do the deed, - And give his life to pay the price. - - CHORUS. - - Three cheers now, boys, for liberty, - Three cheers again in louder voice, - For Hobson and his victory, - And for the flag of Hobson’s choice. - - He knew the course that he must take - Would lead him to the mouth of hell, - And boldly for his country’s sake, - He braved the storm of shot and shell. - - He knew that mines beset the place, - Where he must go to sink his ship, - And death would meet him face to face, - Ere he had time to make the trip. - - He knew his ship was weak and frail, - And could not stand the Spanish fire; - But all the signs that he would fail, - Served but to raise his courage higher. - - He knew that bombs embraced his boat, - And one good shot would send her high, - But lose or win, and sink or float, - He was ready to do and die. - - Advised to hoist the flag of Spain, - And thus deceive his watchful foe, - He could not bear his name to stain, - And quickly gave a manly “No.” - - “The stars and stripes, I love the name,” - (Thus spake the grand heroic voice.) - “Whether I fall, or rise to fame, - My country’s flag shall be my choice.” - - His mother’s home might soon be sold, - But surely this can never be, - His life should take the place of gold, - When given for humanity. - - He gaged his countrymen right well, - And left his mother in their hands; - No mortgagee could ever sell, - A nation’s hero’s mother’s lands. - - Seven brave men composed his crew, - All volunteers from Sampson’s fleet, - And ev’ry man a hero true, - Knowing the danger he must meet. - - His ship was called the Merrimac, - A noted name in history. - And soon she’ll sink and block a track, - A sacrifice to victory. - - At morning dawn the start was made, - And quick he reached the chosen spot, - ’Mid storms of shell from hill and glade, - And hundreds of death dealing shot. - - The cannons roared, the engine stop’d, - The anchor then was quickly dumped, - All hands ran aft, a float was drop’d, - And onto it eight heroes jumped. - - The fuse was lit, the ship blew up, - And sank upon the proper site, - Cervera’s fleet was bottled up, - And lost all chance to win the fight. - - A braver deed was never done, - In all the ages of mankind, - Since Adam faced the morning sun, - Or Christ inspired the human mind. - - Their duty done, no longer use - To risk their lives upon that trip, - And hoisting up a flag of truce - Were taken to Cervera’s ship. - - The Admiral, a gallant man, - As ever storm of battle braved, - Altho he did not like the plan, - Rejoiced that our brave men were saved. - - And then he did a noble act, - As human ear has ever heard, - By telling us the joyful fact, - And sending our brave Sampson word. - - A thousand cheers now rent the air, - And echoed all around the world, - Where freedom’s sons and daughters fair, - Will keep our hero’s flag unfurled. - - Brave Hobson has adorned his age, - And nobly won immortal fame, - His deed will blaze on hist’ry’s page, - And all the world will praise his name. - - - - - THE OLD SOLDIER. - - - Make your walks level and see they are straight - And hang sweet flowers on your open gate, - Throw the blinds apart, raise the curtains high, - Swing the door open and then stand near by, - For an old soldier is coming along. - - His step now is short and not very strong, - He uses a crutch to help him along, - His heart is honest and his head is clear, - He blossoms with love and brings you good cheer, - For he’s a good soldier hobbling along. - - He has but one eye and that is quite weak, - But thanks to his God his good tongue can speak, - He stops to converse and rest him awhile, - And meets an old friend who greets with a smile - The gallant old soldier coming along. - - The little dogs bark when they see the crutch, - For fear he will give them a gentle touch, - The little boys laugh and he speaks no blame, - But stops and helps them finish their game, - For he’s a kind soldier coming along. - - The boys admire him and bring him a seat, - And gather about to hear him repeat - The stories of war in the field and camp, - In the fort and trench, or on the long tramp, - As the brave soldier was talking along. - - He tells them slowly how the battle begun, - With rattle of muskets and booming gun, - How the soldier’s hopes arose and then fell, - As cheers were followed by bursting shell, - As the old soldier was marching along. - - How the orders were given fast and thick, - The first one to march, then the double quick; - How the brave Colonel led into the fight, - Where the battle was hot on left and right, - As the old soldier was running along. - - How the boys in blue gave the rebels fits - As they pop’d their heads out of rifle pits. - And soon drove them behind their breastworks strong, - Where they stood their ground bravely and long, - And stop’d the old soldier coming along. - - How the cannons roared and the bullets hissed - And many comrades from the ranks were missed; - How the Captains shouted high and higher - “Stand your ground, boys, load and fire, load and fire,” - As the old soldier was fighting along. - - How just as the works of the rebels fell, - His eye was ruined by a piece of shell, - And just as the boys were scaling the wall, - His leg was broken by a cannon ball, - Broken and smashed by a cannon ball. - - How sad his thoughts as he lay on the ground, - And felt he was dying from his death wound; - But roused by the cheers for victory won, - And sweet consolation for duty well done, - The old hero is still coming along. - - How he thought as he lay a plan to contrive, - To show his comrades he still was alive, - And held up his cap with his musket high, - So the boys could see it as they passed by, - Poor suff’ring soldier not ready to die. - - How the boys soon came with an ambulance, - And gathered him in by good luck and chance, - For holding up his cap was taking his breath, - And well they knew he was bleeding to death, - The brave old soldier was bleeding to death. - - How the surgeons laid him on a rough board, - And took off his leg not saying a word, - They looked at his eye, “’Tis useless,” they said, - “Boys, take him away and put him in bed,” - The helpless soldier now lying in bed. - - How six long weeks in hospital he lay, - And prayed for his wife and children each day, - “How to support them, Lord, give me some plan, - Tho broken in pieces I still am a man,” - The poor broken soldier still is a man. - - Paid off and discharged when able to go, - With heart as light and pure as the snow, - He steps on the cars and away is whirled, - To realms of love in his own little world, - The loving old soldier coming along. - - He has plenty to eat and plenty to wear, - And draws a pension that frees him from care, - His wife’s contented, his children as neat, - As any children you see on the street, - He’s a happy soldier coming along. - - “Boys, don’t run away when your country’s in need, - But prove your courage by brave act and deed, - And if you should fall, for you is the fame, - On tablets of honor, you’ve written your name,” - Said the brave old soldier coming along. - - - - - WASHINGTON. - - - History tells of noble men, - Of soldiers brave and statesmen great, - And how they wrought with sword and pen, - To raise man to a higher state: - The good and wise in ev’ry age, - Left honored names to lean upon; - But not a name on hist’ry’s page - Shines brighter than George Washington. - - Great Hannibal the Alps did cross, - And proudly march on Italy; - But suffered a tremendous loss, - By giving way to revelry; - Philip won at Charonea, - And Caesar crossed the Rubicon; - Alexander conquered Persia; - But nobler was our Washington. - - Cromwell wielded a dreaded sword. - And thousands fell beneath his stroke; - Cruelty stained his ill gained hoard, - Nor could time mend the hearts he broke. - Peter the Great was truly great - But tortured to death his own son; - He builded up a mighty state, - But does not rank with Washington. - - Cincinnatus was good and brave, - And fought for country, not for fame; - He left his plow his state to save, - And gave the world an honored name. - Mighty in war, in council strong, - Was the world famed Napoleon, - But oft ambition led him wrong; - This was not true of Washington. - - Great warriors and statesmen wise, - Have filled the world with their renown, - And often when they gained a prize, - Have placed upon their heads a crown; - And frequently by deeds of shame, - Have lost the glory they had won, - No hero e’er had purer fame, - Than modest, honest Washington. - - His brave soldiers he grandly led, - With frosted feet and hands all bare, - Over the cold earth’s frozen bed, - Across the icy Delaware; - And when they met the foes of right, - They shouted loud, “Come on! Come on!!” - And cheered as they went in the fight, - “Hurrah! Hurrah!! for Washington.” - - A famous battle then was fought, - That spread our glory far and wide, - And tho thru suff’ring dearly bought, - It turned the tide to freedom’s side; - Not ice, nor cold, nor frozen feet, - Could stop our heroes marching on, - So eager they the foe to meet, - And fight for love of Washington. - - When victory at last was won, - And the foe driven from our sod, - The people said, “Well done, well done,” - Our hero said “Thanks be to God.” - Some wanted him to be their King, - But not a crown would he put on; - Did ever King a nobler thing, - Than patriot soldier Washington? - - “The first in war and first in peace, - And the hearts of his countrymen,” - A grateful nation ne’er will cease, - To class him with the wisest men: - For freedom’s cause o’er all the world, - He prayed and labored, fought and won, - Where’er his country’s flag’s unfurled, - There cheers will rise for Washington. - - - - - A VOICE FOR FREEDOM. - - Written in 1856, during the struggle in Kansas, between the - pro-slavery and anti-slavery settlers. - - - Freemen of the north, why stand you still, - While fiends in Kansas your brothers kill, - Will you bow down to the tyrant’s God, - And worship slavery beneath the rod? - - No, never! you cry, no God have we, - But the God of love and liberty, - To Him we’ll bow, and for Him we’ll fight, - For liberty, justice and our right. - - Then shoulder your arms, prepare for the west, - A rifle provide, take one of Sharp’s best, - For there on the soil of Kansas do trod, - The foes of man and blasphemers of God. - - March to the battle, assist the brave few, - Now fighting nobly and looking to you, - Let them not look in vain, but lend a hand, - That will bring freedom and peace to their land. - - Hark! hear the patriots cry from their graves, - “Liberty for Kansas, freedom for slaves, - Drive out the foul demons that curse your land, - And rule you like slaves with a tyrant’s hand. - - “For freedom we lived, for country we died, - And may many heroes lie by our side, - Ere the tyrant wins, to curse with the slave, - ‘The land of the free and home of the brave’.” - - The heart cries vengeance and justice says fight, - For peace in Kansas, liberty and right, - Vengeance for our martyrs, peace by their tomb, - Where God in mercy may grant us a home. - - Remember for God and freedom you fight - And never forsake liberty and right, - But stand like a rock and fight to the last, - With eyes on the future, hearts on the past. - - When you meet your enemies in the field, - Go fight them bravely with no thought to yield, - But boldly cry out at ev’ry breath, - “Give us liberty, or give us death.” - - - - - THE RECONCENTRADOS. - - A Spanish physician on his way from Cuba to Spain, on arriving at - New York about October 1, 1898, was asked about the reconcentrados, - and answered sarcastically, “There are no reconcentrados now.” This - answer was understood to mean that they had all died of starvation - excepting the few that were saved by the United States. - - - Lives there a man in the United States, - That knows of the Cubans’ horrible fates, - Whose cheeks do not burn with the blush of shame, - When he hears these reproachful words of blame-- - “There are no reconcentrados now?” - - Where are the parents feeble, old and gray, - Driven from their own quiet homes away? - Where are the children, are they too all dead? - Is it a fact, can it truly be said-- - “There are no reconcentrados now?” - - Where are the mothers with babes at the breast? - Where are the infants, are they too at rest? - Where are the sick and all in need of care? - Were they left to perish, they are not there? - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Where are the crops of food once stored in domes, - Around ten thousand humble Cuban homes? - Devoured by fire and borne in flames away, - No wonder then that men can truly say-- - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Robbed of their cattle, crops and homes destroyed, - Years of hard labor in hours rendered void, - Huddled near cities, watched like beasts of prey, - Deprived of food they all have passed away, - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Shorn of liberty, bound in lines of death, - They know their fate and dread the buzzard’s breath; - They pray for mercy, turn their eyes to God, - Then fall in death on their loved Cuban sod, - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - They beg for bread, but cruel Spain denies, - She does not heed heartrending children’s cries, - Nor the mother pleading in anguish wild, - “Pray give a morsel to my starving child.” - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - No father’s prayer, however strong and good, - Can draw from Spain a single ounce of food; - No mother’s tears, however freely shed, - Can make one less among the Cuban dead: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - See the starving babe, hear its wailing cry, - Searching for food it finds the fountain dry; - What sorrow racks the dying mother’s head, - The babe must die, alas! the mother’s dead: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - See the hollow cheeks, see the sunken eyes, - See the shrivelled limbs, hear the children’s cries, - Their flesh all gone, reduced to skin and bone, - With scarcely strength to give a dying moan: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - See the poor creatures dropping to the ground, - And ravenous vultures hov’ring around, - Watching life flicker, and with ghoulish shout, - Greedy to come and tear the vitals out: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Hear the brave father plead in manly tones, - “Starve me, tyrant, but spare my little ones, - Then take your dagger and with demon’s art, - Plunge it to the hilt in my broken heart:” - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Many are the crimes cruel man has done, - From the early ages to the present one, - But of all crimes against the human race, - This great crime of Spain brought the most disgrace: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Who would think a so called Christian nation, - Would kill the innocent by starvation, - When before did the non-combatant’s cry, - Receive the answer--you must starve and die? - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Listen, Christendom, hear these people pray, - Poor fellow creatures, turn them not away, - Haste to bring them food, take a manly part, - If they perish ’twill grieve the Christian heart, - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - - - - THE PRAYER. - - - “Where is the God that tribes with manna fed? - Where is the Christ that gave the thousands bread? - Where are the men with noble heart and mind? - Where, O where! is the love of human kind? - - “Where is liberty, is there ground for hope? - Where is charity, where’s the blessed Pope? - Where is Germany, freedom loving land? - Where’s the Emperor with his helping hand? - - “Where is Russia, nation great and strong, - With mighty power to rectify wrong? - Where is France, rich and beautiful France, - Will she not give us one sweet loving glance? - - “Where is Great Britain, land of wealth and fame, - Whose acts of kindness glorify her name? - Oft has she helped the starving sick and sore, - Pray come, kind nation, and do so once more. - - “Where is America, land of the free? - Most noble country, we appeal to thee; - We know you pity our sorrow and need, - And our sore distress must make your heart bleed. - - “You are a nation powerful for good, - Your cars and ships are loaded down with food, - Mighty with inventions, speedy with plans, - What is the matter, brave Americans? - - “Arouse, great country, and if need there be - Break the Spanish bonds and set Cuba free; - Remember Spain is feeble, old and slow, - And lost her glory many years ago. - - “Wars just for conquest there should never be, - But for the cause of life and liberty, - Nations may grasp the sword of righteousness, - Crush out tyranny and relieve distress. - - “No other nation has courage to come, - All other countries to our cries are dumb, - Our prayers will be to our latest breath, - Come, blessed country, and save us from death.” - - Thank God! our country heard the Cuban plea, - And gave notice to Spain: “This shall not be; - You must not murder and starve any more, - The innocent people so near our shore:” - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Fired with pity, the American heart, - For humanity’s sake took Cuba’s part, - And with our heroes on sea and on land, - Soon opened the way for charity’s hand: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Forts were destroyed and the proud Spanish fleet, - And the Spanish army forced to retreat, - And soon as ever we possibly could, - We sent to the starving ship loads of food: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - There has not been since history began - A grander act in the progress of man, - By so nobly taking poor Cuba’s part - A load was lifted from the human heart: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - No braver men e’er fought for liberty, - Than risked their lives that Cuba might go free; - No holier triumph was ever won, - Since the record of war was first begun: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - No other nation, either young or old, - Ever gave so many millions in gold, - To feed the starving and set the bond free, - In the grand cause of human liberty: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Henceforth this saying our maxim shall be, - We’ll bear it aloft o’er land and o’er sea, - And that all civilized nations may know, - Will proudly proclaim wherever we go, - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Wherever our grand old flag is unfurled, - In Cuba, or any part of the world, - Love, mercy, and peace will go with it there, - And bring the oppressed full freedom to share: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Nations respect us for the good work done, - And freely concede the glory we won; - We get the honor, the world gets the gain, - Mankind is lifted to a higher plain, - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - United for peace all nations should be, - Protecting man in his right to be free, - And if one nation man’s freedom restrain, - The rest should join and restore it again: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - Humanity’s cause henceforth must prevail, - No nation will dare man’s rights to assail, - The example we set lays down the plan, - Nations will follow in lifting up man: - “There are no reconcentrados now.” - - - - - THE CELEBRATION. - - The following verses were written in November, 1889, when it was - supposed the World’s Fair at Chicago, to celebrate the four - hundreth anniversary of the discovery of America, would be held in - 1892. - - - In eighteen hundred ninety-two - We will have a celebration, - And prove our manners good and true, - By inviting ev’ry nation; - We’ll advertise from shore to shore, - And tell how we have expanded, - For just four hundred years before, - Christopher Columbus landed. - - We will build a mighty tower, - Much higher than any steeple, - And give it the strength and power, - To hold twenty thousand people; - We’ll build it strong and very high, - And elegant in size and form, - So it will please the cultured eye, - And ride triumphant ev’ry storm. - - A thousand feet we’ll raise the pile, - Yes, a thousand feet high and more, - Twelve hundred feet, a quarter mile, - Where never building reached before; - For it is our real intent, - To gage its height by measure true, - To finding of this continent, - In fourteen hundred ninety-two. - - And in the top we’ll place a light, - One hundred thousand candle strong, - To guide the trav’ler in the night, - More than a hundred miles along; - And over all a flag will fly, - The largest, handsomest and best, - That ever charmed the human eye, - Or fired the love in loyal breast. - - When independence day shall come, - In eighteen hundred ninety-two, - We’ll march to tune of fife and drum, - In every state the union thru, - And bless the land we love so dear, - United States of America, - Ten million voices then will cheer, - Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah!! hurrah!!! - - - - - ODE TO ONTARIO. - - - Hail, Ontario, dear land of my birth, - Blessed Ontario, rich spot of earth; - Born upon the mountains, - I’ve played at thy fountains, - And drank from the sweet rills, - At the foot of thy hills. - - Lovely Ontario, land of the free, - Happy Ontario, blessings on thee; - I have played with thy boys, - And partook of their joys, - Before school and after, - With shouts and with laughter. - - Glorious Ontario, land of delight, - Peaceful Ontario, great is thy might; - I have loved thy sweet girls, - And have toyed with their curls, - Kissed the rose on their cheeks, - And then laughed at their freaks. - - Gallant Ontario, land of glory, - Blooming Ontario, grand in story; - Thy ladies are truthful, - Lovely and beautiful, - Safe will the nation be, - While they have liberty. - - Sparkling Ontario, land of brave acts, - Roaring Ontario, with cataracts; - Thy men are heroes born, - Brave both at night and morn, - Nobly they stand and fight, - For God, truth and the right. - - Beaming Ontario, with beautiful fields, - Teeming Ontario, with bountiful yields, - Rich in great mines of wealth, - Filled with large stores of health, - Great is the love we owe, - Beautiful Ontario. - - - - - THE UNITED STATES AND CANADA. - - On the manner in which the union of these countries should take - place, from an address delivered at Niagara Falls, Ontario, July - 4th, 1888. - - - Let it come as the seasons come, - With gradual change of weather; - Let it come as the waters come, - And quietly mingle together. - - Let it come as the gentle rain, - Refreshing the air and the land; - Let it come as the golden grain, - With promise of harvest at hand. - - Let it come as the evening sun, - With the peace and quiet of night; - Let it come as the morning sun, - In a blaze of glory and light. - - - - - ODE TO OUR COUNTRY. - - The following blank verse was written in January, 1864, during the - war of the rebellion, when many people in the northern states were - advocating peace on almost any terms. - - - The constitution our fathers made, - Long may it protect us. - The fine example our fathers set, - Long may we follow it. - The pure principles our fathers loved, - Long may we cherish them. - The perfect laws that our fathers made, - Long may we obey them. - Sacredly they pledged their lives and their honor, - All for their country’s sake, freedom not power; - Freely their blood was spilled, battling for justice, - All for their country’s sake, they were not selfish; - Boldly the trial made, God crowned their efforts, - Thanks to His providence their country was saved. - Grandly their thoughts were framed glowing with wisdom, - Wise were the laws they made, all the world blessed them; - Gray hairs honored them, old age and glory, - Then was their noble work left for their children. - Shall we their descendants forget the pure motives, - That guided our fathers in times of distress? - Shall we prove unworthy the boon they left us, - Or bravely defend the cause of liberty? - Large is the sacrifice, greatly ’tis needed, - Freely we grant it, for in God is our trust; - Our lives and fortunes like our fathers before, - Are pledged to the cause of justice and freedom, - Bravely we’ll defend it, let no traitor destroy, - The land of our fathers, the home of the free, - With strong arms and stout hearts we’ll continue to fight, - In perfect faith that God will favor the right. - - - - - PART II. - - POEMS OF SENTIMENT - - - - - THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS. - - - What is it lures the tender heart, - From paths of joy and pleasures sweet, - To rush into the crowded mart, - And lift the fallen to their feet? - - What is it prompts the loving soul, - To go among the poor and sick, - Where sorrow and the empty bowl, - Stir one’s compassion to the quick? - - Why should one go where hunger reigns, - And meet the dreaded starving face, - Where life is full of aches and pains, - And sickness finds a brooding place? - - Why go where dread disease prevails, - And screams and groans afflict the heart, - Where death the struggling life assails, - And feel the pang of sorrow’s dart? - - Why go not to the palace grand, - Where fruits and wines await the guest, - With works of art on ev’ry hand, - And bask in comfort, peace and rest? - - Why go not where the flowers bloom, - And birds make music in the trees, - Where all is joy, there is no gloom, - And life and health ride on the breeze? - - Is it for love of doing good, - And working out the Master’s plan, - Or doing as all others should, - To elevate our fellow man? - - There is a motive in the mind, - That moves to noble, gen’rous deeds, - To sacrifice and actions kind, - And to relieving human needs. - - Some ruling thought, some spirit fair, - Or inward spring I can not see, - Whate’er it is, love must be there. - O that I knew what it can be. - - Arouse, my soul, increase my sight, - Awake, my muse, stay my blindness, - Ah! now I see by brighter light, - ’Tis the milk of human kindness. - - There is a fountain whence it flows, - A source from whence it takes its start, - Reviving hopes as on it goes, - That fountain is the human heart. - - God bless the hearts that feed the stream, - That fills the soul with tenderness, - God bless the lives that yield the cream, - From the milk of human kindness. - - - - - THE WORKING GIRL. - - Text: A newspaper item said that shop girls are often insulted on - the streets by men who assume that they are immoral because they - are poor. - - - I am only a working girl, ’tis true, - And my mother a widow poor and weak; - I am glad when I find some work to do, - For the bloom has faded from mother’s cheek. - - There are four little ones to clothe and feed, - And mother must work sixteen hours a day; - She struggles hard to provide what they need, - And I know is wearing her life away. - - I am old enough to go out and work, - And healthy and strong, thanks to mother’s care, - I could not bear my duty to shirk, - And mother’s burdens I am pleased to share. - - The money I earn pays for coal and rent, - And mother furnishes the food we eat, - Ev’ry dollar she gets is wisely spent, - And our cottage is always clean and neat. - - Mother takes washing and sewing to do, - And works like a slave until late at night, - I help her each evening an hour or two, - And don’t complain for I know it is right. - - I go to the church and the Sunday School, - And perform all my duties well and true, - I strive hard to live by the golden rule, - And that’s about all a poor girl can do. - - We’re not so unhappy as you might think, - For love reigns supreme in our humble dome, - And tho often near to starvation’s brink, - No money could coax me to leave my home. - - Mother is cheerful and good as can be, - And sings to us nightly songs that are choice, - No sound ever heard is so dear to me, - As the rich sweet sound of my mother’s voice. - - I met a strange man on the street one day, - With a dashing style and a brazen cheek, - Who said “Good night, my dear, just come my way,” - And alarmed me so that I could not speak. - - I hastened to mother’s protecting arms, - And asked if a poor girl must be on guard, - Who claims neither beauty, nor loving charms, - And whose dress cost only five cents a yard. - - “I’ll tell you, my dear, for I understand, - Why that bold bad man set your head awhirl. - He saw that poverty held you in hand, - And you were only a poor working girl.” - - “But tell me, mother, have the poor no rights, - Must one be rich to command respect? - Our minister tells us that God delights, - In the honest and poor of ev’ry sect.” - - “I know, my dear, what the ministers preach, - But I state the fact so well as I can, - Tho Christ has proclaimed what his priests shall teach, - They have not overcome the sin in man. - - “Some men are good as they know how to be, - While others repel life’s chastening rod, - The rich meet temptations we never see, - The good honest poor are nearest to God.” - - Thanks, my dear mother, your life is my guide, - I will work night and day just as you do, - When temptation comes I’ll thrust it aside, - Grow nearer to God and nearer to you. - - When my work in this life has all been done, - I will wend my way to the gates of pearl, - And present this plea to the Holy One: - “Dear Lord, I am only a working girl.” - - - - - THE WAYWARD GIRL. - - Suggested by reading the testimony of the severe whippings given - with the “cat o’ eight tails” in the Industrial School for Girls at - Adrian, Michigan. Written May, 1899. - - - Strip off my clothes, expose my back, - From shoulder to the hip, - Hold fast my hands in vise like rack, - Nor once let go the grip. - - Now raise your weapon high in air, - And strike with all your might, - On my poor back now white and fair, - Nor hide the brutal sight. - - A single lash is not enough - To bring the color quick, - A “cat o’ eight tails” strong and tough, - Will sooner make me sick. - - Rain down the blows nor halt to rest, - Till you are out of breath, - Another brute with equal zest, - Will whip me most to death. - - See now the color pinky bright, - But just over my heart, - There still remain some streaks of white, - Don’t miss this vital part. - - Measure your blows and deal them straight, - Bring out the redder hue, - Nor let your cruel strokes abate, - Till all is black and blue. - - Now burns my back as if by fire, - Red roasted in a flame, - What more can cruel fate require, - Of my poor trembling frame? - - I shrink with fear, I scream with pain, - I pray “O spare my life,” - So squeals the pig and squeals in vain, - For deeper goes the knife. - - My voice is hushed, I faint, I choke, - Death hovers closely by, - Down falls another last hard stroke, - “Take that, you wretch, and die.” - - O Michigan, my Michigan, - Let your heart strings unfurl, - Blot out the stain of Adrian, - And pity the wayward girl. - - - - - THE ROSE CURE. - - Written for Rose Gearing, a grandchild seven years old, while at - Lorain, O., November, 1897. - - - One day I went out walking, - And the road was hard and long, - No friend was with me talking, - And no bird gave out a song. - - The air was raw and chilly, - The warm summer days had past, - My path was rough and hilly, - The flowers were fading fast. - - The winds were blowing madly, - Lake Erie was lashed to foam, - And I was feeling sadly, - Two hundred long miles from home. - - I tried to stop that feeling, - And remove it from my mind, - But what would do the healing, - Was a thing I had to find. - - I thought of a nice river, - Where the water ever flows, - But God the mighty giver, - Soon reminded me of Rose. - - My heart with joy went beaming, - My spirits were lifted up, - Away went idle dreaming, - I had found the healing cup. - - Hereafter when in sadness, - Bewailing ill-fortune’s blows, - My thoughts will turn with gladness, - To the love of my sweet Rose. - - And when I need elixir, - That is pleasant, safe and sure, - I’ll go to my sweet mixer, - And quickly take--The Rose Cure. - - I know of nothing neater, - Than my darling’s love for me, - And none more pure, or sweeter, - Than my love for her shall be. - - - - - TO A SNOW DROP. - - The following verses were suggested by seeing a large and beautiful - drop of snow, in the form of a star, descend slowly and gradually - melt away on my clothing. The first three verses came to me - spontaneously and come the nearest to being an inspiration of - anything I have written up to January, 1888. I had only to write - down the words, which were ready without the labor of composition. - I mention this fact not because there is any merit in the verses, - but because I had a touch of inspiration, and have ever since - believed that writers and speakers are sometimes inspired with - thoughts that come to them without passing thru the process of - thinking. Written December, 1859. - - - A little thing of icy clearness. - Came dropping from the sky above, - Filling joyful hearts with gladness, - And others with the tears of love. - - For while hearts are upward bending, - Humbly praying for food to eat, - Others joy and mirth are blending, - Making their many pleasures sweet. - - Yet this little drop keeps falling, - And covers up man’s darkest deeds, - As if ’twere its only calling, - To drive temptation from our heads. - - Then let this pure emblem’s features, - Teach what we owe to God above - And to all our fellow-creatures, - Make a payment with our love. - - - - - A FAMILY SONG. - - TUNE: _A Life on the Ocean Wave_. - - - A home with my darling wife, - Along with my children dear, - Away from trouble and strife, - From sorrow, danger and fear; - Let some be gloomy and sad, - I shall be happy and free, - My wife be joyful and glad, - And our children full of glee. - - No storms shall darken our path, - The way is open and straight, - Ne’er yield our reason to wrath, - But aim for Heaven’s wide gate; - ’Twill open and let us in, - And the Lord be glad to see, - Living in Heaven with Him, - My wife and children and me. - - - - - THANKSGIVING DAY. - - - In this beautiful world, - Where love’s flag is unfurled - And given free scope to wave and entwine; - It does not become man - To complain of the plan, - Established by a Creator divine. - - And on Thanksgiving Day - While we sing and we pray, - And give thanks for the rich stores we possess; - Our hearts should open wide, - To the poor by our side, - And take measures to relieve their distress. - - For happy is the part, - Where there’s love in the heart, - To lighten the sorrows of one in need; - And peace comes to the breast, - When we help the distrest, - And, O God, what joy comes from a good deed. - - - - - PARENTAL ADVICE. - - Composed for the occasion of the marriage of my daughter, Flora, to - Howard C. Beck, June 17th, 1891. - - - Howard and Flora, there’s a beautiful land, - Where trees and flowers grow pretty and sweet, - Where many kind friends will lend you a hand, - And line with pleasure a path for your feet. - - ’Tis not among stars that twinkle with light, - ’Tis not in the moon so cheerless and cold, - ’Tis not just beyond great shadows of night, - To reach it requires no silver or gold. - - This beautiful land is easily found, - Its gates are open to virtue and worth, - Where peace and good will and reason abound, - This beautiful land is this lovely earth. - - If you would enjoy this beautiful land, - And crown with glory the days you have spent, - Let heart beat to heart and hand join with hand, - And travel thru life in peace and content. - - Your aim should be high, your walk should be straight, - Your lives fill with joy your parents and friends, - Your record keep bright and honor your state, - And tread the true path where happiness tends. - - Howard, should Flora once chance to go wrong, - With kind loving words the stain wash away, - When she shows weakness then you should be strong, - And quarrels never will darken your way. - - Flora, should Howard a moment be weak, - And stray from the path that leads men above, - Don’t hasten to bring a blush to his cheek, - But cover his fault with mantles of love. - - Thus in harmony and peace may you dwell, - Your knowledge expand, your pleasures increase, - Always be happy and always be well, - And end your journey in Heaven and peace. - - - - - THE DOCTOR. - - - Who is it drives thru mud and sleet, - At break-neck speed along the street, - Nor stops for cold nor stops for heat, - Until he rests close by your feet? - The Doctor. - - Who is it comes at dead of night, - When thieves are out and dogs do bite, - And hastens to the dismal light, - And greets you with a warm good-night? - The Doctor. - - Who is it asks the reason why, - That on a sick bed you should lie, - And answers to the sad reply, - “My friend, I will not let you die?” - The Doctor. - - Who is it startles in his dream, - And thinks he hears his patient scream, - And gives of life its very cream, - To save you from the downward stream? - The Doctor. - - Who is it takes his life in hand, - And promptly comes at your command, - When cholera is in the land, - Or small-pox with its dreaded brand? - The Doctor. - - Who is it comes with gentle tread, - When life is hanging by a thread, - And racks the brain within his head, - To lift you from a dying bed? - The Doctor. - - Who is it tells the loving friend, - In kindest words that tongue can bend, - All things in nature have an end, - And my poor patient cannot mend? - The Doctor. - - Who is it knows our secrets best, - The failing arm, the weakened chest, - And keeps those secrets in his breast. - Until we reach our final rest? - The Doctor. - - Then to the man whose heart is true, - Who does for us all man can do, - We’ll render love and honor due, - And trust our lives forever to-- - The Doctor. - - - - - BROTHERLY LOVE. - - - O may our hearts in love unite, - Our spirits shun all temptation, - Our souls incline to truth and right, - Our minds in love to all creation. - - Each other’s faults let us retrieve, - And our portion of love divide, - Each other’s loads a share receive, - And bear with them on ev’ry side. - - Let conscience dictate, our minds obey, - Our erring footsteps be retraced, - Our fallen brother gone astray, - Be welcomed back, in love embraced. - - Then will God be pleased to bless us, - And fill our lives with love and light, - Then will He sweet mercy grant us, - While we uphold the truth with right. - - - - - THE MINISTER’S WIFE. - - Written on the occasion of the marriage of my daughter, Worthy, to - Rev. G. N. Kennedy, October 17th, 1892. - - - A beautiful crown awaits you, - In the realm of your chosen life, - No higher duty commands you, - Than to be a minister’s wife. - - The road you are now to travel, - Is high over the common plain, - But when you have reached its level, - You must rise above it again. - - You must go onward and upward, - Nor halt in your journey thru life, - There’s always work in Christ’s vineyard, - For the faithful minister’s wife. - - ’Tis a difficult role to fill, - And the work will never be done, - But if you take hold with a will, - Then half the victory is won. - - Grapple with boldness and courage, - The duties to which you’re assigned, - And use all your strength and knowledge, - In work for the good of mankind. - - Always be pleasant and cheerful, - Forgiving, consoling and kind, - Speak soothing words to the tearful, - Bring light to the hearts of the blind. - - Help, O help the poor and the sick, - Help them with tears, labor and love, - Help them out when sorrows are thick, - Help them in the kingdom above. - - There’s a veil that obstructs our view, - From the beautiful higher life, - You should try hard to break it thru, - For you are a minister’s wife. - - Be a helpmeet to your husband, - Relieve him of burdens and care, - And the noble work of his hand, - Will bring you in glory to share. - - Wherever duty may place you, - In all the relations of life, - Remember, father commands you, - Be a model minister’s wife. - - - - - NOTHING TO SAY. - - - You ask me some verses to write, - But when I have nothing to say, - I had much rather keep quiet, - Than write in a roundabout way. - - But as nature is always kind, - Perhaps she’ll assist me today, - And thus I’ll be able to grind - Some verses on--nothing to say. - - ’Tis a splendid maxim, I’m told, - And I do not doubt what they say, - It will do for young and for old, - Never speak when you’ve nothing to say. - - Now if you will let me advise, - This maxim you’ll always obey, - Do just like the good and the wise, - Never speak when you’ve nothing to say. - - - - - THE HEART. - - - The heart like a sponge may drink to its fill, - But unlike the sponge there is room in it still, - Fill it with sorrow and pack it with pain, - One touch of sweet love revives it again. - - Crush it, abuse it, it bleeds like a sieve, - Tender it kindness, it holds all you give, - Pound it, and shake it, until it is sore, - Its love is as sweet as ever before. - - Sad it becomes without love to bless it, - Deeply it mourns for friends to caress it, - Deprived of love it loses its power, - Watered with hope it blooms like a flower. - - Dear is the heart that friends safely can trust, - Peaceful the bosom when the heart is just, - Blest is the heart when its love is secure, - Happy the friends loved by hearts that are pure. - - - - - MY DARLING FLORA’S MARGARET. - - The following poem was written to soothe and comfort my daughter - Flora, when lying low with typhoid fever in Detroit, while her then - only child, Margaret, thirteen months old, was at my house in St. - Clair. The acts attributed to the child actually occurred. - - - Come to my arms, my little sprite, - And help me in some verses write - How one can be so strong and bold, - And little more than one year old; - Many good things I learn from thee, - How sweet to smile and cheerful be, - That would adorn my life’s own page, - Tho I am fifty times your age. - Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet, - My darling Flora’s Margaret. - - What does she say when looking wise, - And gazing straight into my eyes, - Wondering if I understand, - The pretty sounds at her command? - Men of great wealth may own their towns, - And kings and queens may wear their crowns, - I would not care for crowns or herds, - Could I interpret baby words. - Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet, - My darling Flora’s Margaret. - - But listen! something jars the wall, - My pretty pet has had a fall, - And quick she rises from the floor, - Smiling as sweetly as before; - She seems to know life’s just begun, - And oft she’ll fall ere it is done, - And thus she teaches fallen men, - With cheerfulness to rise again. - Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet, - My darling Flora’s Margaret. - - I love to see her bright blue eyes, - That shine like Venus in the skies, - I love to see her dimpled hands, - That do whate’er her will commands; - I love to see and count her toes, - And gently touch her handsome nose, - I love her smile, I love her charms, - And love to take her in my arms. - Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet, - My darling Flora’s Margaret. - - She slaps me hard to make me cry, - Then watches for the swelling eye, - And when she sees that I am sad, - Kisses me quick to make me glad, - Then rubs her cheek against my face, - And clasps me in a fond embrace, - O that my life could be so good, - As bubbling, loving, babyhood. - Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet, - My darling Flora’s Margaret. - - They tell me that Heaven is grand, - A beautiful and happy land, - Imagination hath its dream, - And unknown things delightful seem; - I ask no land more grand than this, - Where babies live to swell our bliss, - With sickness out this world would be, - A happy land for all like me. - Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet, - My darling Flora’s Margaret. - - - - - THE RICH, SWEET SOUND OF THE HUMAN VOICE. - - - Many sounds are heard by the human ear, - Sounds that are delicate, or loud and clear, - The rustling of leaves by the gentle breeze, - Or the hurricane crashing thru the trees; - Sounds in the mountains and sounds on the sea - And sounds wherever man happens to be; - But of all known sounds the sound of man’s choice - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - The sweet little birds can charm by the hour, - By the songs they sing with all their power, - How freely they stretch their dear little throats - As they pour out floods of delicious notes, - And few are the sounds man ever has heard, - More pleasing to him than songs of the bird, - And still he can say, the sound of his choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - The cracking bud of the bursting flower, - The spattering rain drops from the shower, - The bark of the dog when he barks in play, - The rumble of wheels on the hard highway, - The babble of brooks as they run along, - And the cataract’s never ending song; - Are sounds that are cheering, and still man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - The rattle of war when great armies clash, - The howling tornado’s terrible crash, - The splashing of waves on the ocean shore, - The startling grandeur of the thunder’s roar, - The alarming sound of the cannon’s boom, - And the bursting volcano threat’ning doom; - Are sounds that are thrilling, but still man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - The sweet violin in a master’s hand, - Gives delightful music at his command; - It is made to imitate many sounds, - That man often hears in his daily rounds, - (The human voice and the warble of birds,) - And to almost express these sounds in words; - But tho ’tis charming, the sound of man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - The pianoforte can delight and please, - When a Paderewski fingers the keys; - The great church organ has inspiring notes, - That expand the music from human throats; - The cornet’s shrill notes are stirring and clear, - And fill the music loving soul with cheer; - But of all known sounds the sound of man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - The martial music of the fife and drum, - That calls the nation’s defenders to come, - And the thrilling chorus brass bands produce, - Are grand when applied to the country’s use, - Even the bagpipe’s persistent humming, - Is sweet when it means relief is coming, - But nevertheless the sound of man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - Not a sound of instrument ever heard, - Nor loveliest note of the singing bird, - Nor sounds produced by the wave, or the wind, - Compare to the voice of a Jenny Lind; - And when Patti sings, O heaven! how sweet - Is the entrancing voice her hearers greet, - Thus proving it true, the sound of man’s choice - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - It may be the voice of a loving friend, - Kindly offering your sorrows to mend, - The voices of children engaged in play, - And happily passing the time away, - Or the gentle voice of a sister dear, - O’erflowing with tenderness, love and cheer, - And then it must be, the sound of man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - It may be a father warning his son, - And kindly teaching him the course to run, - Or a mother pleading in accents mild, - “O God, have mercy on my darling child;” - The voice of a father, sister, or brother, - And tender voice of a loving mother, - Make clear the fact that the sound of man’s choice, - Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice. - - - - - THE MAN FOR THE TIMES. - - - The man for the times is one with a soul, - And a heart that is tender and sound, - Who keeps his conscience in his own control, - And who bends his ear to the ground. - - His mind should be clear and his body strong, - And his habits correct and clean; - He should stand for right and fight against wrong, - And rise above everything mean. - - His views should be broad, liberal and wise, - And his acts conform to his views, - Quick to listen to humanity’s cries, - And give every creature his dues. - - Bomb proof against bribes and corruptions base, - With record and honor unstained, - Proving always the right man for the place, - With no conduct to be explained. - - Wide awake to the progress of events, - Marching with the leaders of thought, - Watching what science creates and prevents, - And what wonders are being wrought, - - Master of electricity and steam, - Also compressed and liquid air, - And the power contained in wind and stream, - And know how these forces compare. - - The wireless telegraph and telephone, - Should be simple toys in his hand, - And all sciences that to man are known, - He should fairly well understand. - - He should keep posted in man’s inventions, - And his rapid progress in art, - And in all proper works and intentions, - Take a leading and manly part. - - With courage and noble ambition, - He should grasp the problem of life, - And raise the standard of man’s condition, - Or perish in the throes of strife. - - His heart should be fired with burning love - For his suffering fellowman, - And his soul fragrant with balm from above, - Should elevate the human plan. - - Large hearted, whole souled and lofty in aim, - Not worshiping dollars and dimes, - But working always for honor and fame; - Such will be--the man for the times. - - - - - PART III. - - POEMS OF FEELING - - - - - TO MY SOUL. - - - When passions lure thee to deeds of shame, - And sorely tempt thee to stain thy name, - Arouse thy manhood, let virtue win, - And carefully shun the path of sin, - Turn away! turn away, my soul! - - When boon companions present the cup - Of sparkling liquor for thee to sup, - Reject the offer, don’t stop to think, - For snakes lie hidden in the first drink, - Keep away! keep away, my soul! - - When the gambler tempts thee to his den, - Where a dollar ventured brings back ten, - Tell him begone, you’ve a better plan, - You’ll work for wealth like an honest man, - Be honest! be honest, my soul! - - When rogues approach thee with scheme and plan - For helping them rob your fellowman, - With indignation, rebuke and scorn, - Make the rascals wish they’d ne’er been born, - Act bravely! act bravely, my soul! - - When brazen women with tricks and snares, - Seek to entrap thee within their lairs, - Beware! O beware! The fatal spell - That hurries men down to death and hell, - Fly away! Fly away, my soul! - - When cares and troubles distract thy brain, - And weigh thee down with sorrow and pain, - Cling to thy virtues with all thy strength, - And life’s great battle you’ll win at length, - Be manly! be manly, my soul! - - When fortune crowns thee with earned success, - Cease not to think, or to labor less, - But kindle anew the fires of youth, - And bravely uphold the cause of truth, - Be noble! be noble, my soul! - - And should you perchance be called a fool, - For striving to live by Christian rule, - Be not discouraged, but brave and strong, - Adhere to the right, denounce the wrong, - Have courage! have courage, my soul. - - The pleasures of earth and heaven too, - Are due to the good, the wise and true, - Then rejoice, my heart, the way is clear, - To a life of love and right good cheer, - Be happy! be happy, my soul! - - - - - DEAR ROLLA. - - Verses on the death of a child about three years old, written to - comfort his parents. - - - Dear Rolla, tho gone, is just gone on before, - To welcome you home to a happier shore; - The time will soon come when you, too, will away - For the home of the Lord with Rolla to stay. - - Christ loves little children and calls them away - To keep their sweet charms for a happier day, - Like the flowers you plant to adorn and bloom, - He has gone to sweeten your heavenly home. - - By Christ he was called, by God he was given, - You gain by the loss an interest in heaven, - Your hearts now are broken, your reason most wild, - So deep is your grief o’er the loss of your child. - - In God, your kind Father, rest hope and belief, - And He in His mercy will bring you relief, - Have faith in His power, believe in His love, - And He’ll lead you in safety to heaven above, - Where Rolla’s charming voice so sweet and so true, - Is calling, “Pa and ma, I’m waiting for you.” - - - - - TO THE MEMORY OF A GOOD WOMAN. - - - Gone from a life full of sorrow and care, - Gone to that realm where the good only go, - Gone from a world where true pleasure is rare, - Gone to that place so delightful to know. - - Now she will find the rest so long needed, - Now she is free from all toil and burthen, - Now she will meet the Lord she has heeded, - Now her sweet soul is happy in heaven. - - No one can fill the place she left vacant, - No mother now teach her children the way, - No grief can come to her home so distant, - No perils of life endanger her stay. - - O may her spirit shine forth like a star, - O may its light ever brighten our path, - O may it lead where she awaits us afar, - O may her love ever save us from wrath. - - Sweet be thy home, dearest mother and friend, - Sweet as the peace that can never depart, - Sweet be thy life in the world without end, - Sweet as the love that o’erflowed from your heart. - - - - - MEMORIAL LINES. - - On the death of Mrs. Maggie Blood, an exceedingly bright and - popular young wife. - - - O God! why teach us how to love so strong? - Why make our hearts so warm, soft and tender? - Why fill the world with happiness and song, - Since we must all to cold death surrender? - - Why take from us this good and noble life, - In spite of love and skill in human arts? - This precious daughter, sister, loving wife, - And make us weep and mourn with broken hearts? - - Why take the brightest and best in the land, - And leave those behind we can better spare? - Is it to place them at Thy own right hand, - Where bliss eternal they will ever share? - - Does heaven demand this great sacrifice, - That we should have cause to love it the more, - Think less of this earth with its sin and vice, - Take more interest in the other shore? - - When earth is deprived of the good and true, - Do they join Thy hosts in the world above? - O tell us, God, is Maggie there with You, - Safe, well and happy in the realm of love? - - How will it be known when the answer comes, - Must we show our faith ere we can hear it? - Then drive the sorrow from our saddened homes, - For Thou, O God, hast power to do it. - - - - - TO THE MEMORY - - Of Mrs. Fidelia Whitaker, the excellent wife of my old and good - friend, Byron Whitaker of Detroit, Michigan. Mrs. Whitaker had many - fine qualities, and commanded my respect and esteem to a high - degree. - - - Come listen, friends, the while I paint - Upon your hearts a picture true, - Of one whose love was never faint, - But full and strong and true to you. - - No master’s skill can I command, - To imitate a face so fair, - But love will help to guide my hand, - And draw the lines with tender care. - - First I will mark those large bright eyes, - So full of life, so full of cheer, - Sparkling with love yet meek and wise, - Touching our hearts to draw them near. - - That noble brow I next observe, - Fountain of thoughts so pure and sweet, - Teaching us all the way to serve - Our fellow men whene’er we meet. - - Now as a whole I will define, - That pleasant smile, that charming face, - That beams with joy in ev’ry line, - And wraps our hearts in love’s embrace. - - Oft have we felt the friendly glow, - That bubbled from her gen’rous soul, - Like as a spring whose overflow, - Yields cooling draughts to make us whole. - - Her tender voice no more is heard, - Her friendly acts and pleasant way, - Her gentle hand and soothing word, - Are gone away, all gone away. - - But graven on our aching hearts, - Her loving face is firmly cast, - And fortune’s sway, nor sorrow’s darts, - Can wash it out while life doth last. - - - - - BRAVER THE SICK. - - - Brave are the soldiers who go forth to fight, - Tho chances of death are one in a hundred, - Brave are the sailors who stand for the right, - Tho the hours of battle are soon numbered. - - Brave are the life savers who plunge in the main, - And rescue the drowning and land them on shore, - But braver the sick who long suffer pain, - And bear it as Christ once bore it before. - - - - - DO NOT DIE TONIGHT. - - Written in answer to the poem “If I Should Die Tonight.” - - - Do not die tonight. - Your friends would sadly miss your pleasant face, - Their joy depart and sorrow take its place, - Their hearts would mourn for one they loved so long, - And solemn hymns displace the joyful song. - Kind loving words might stay their grief awhile, - But naught could take the place of thy sweet smile - If you should die tonight. - - Do not die tonight. - Your friends all know how your warm heart doth bleed, - In sympathy and love for all in need, - How oft by kind words and good deeds you prove, - The depth, and strength, and wealth of human love; - Beautiful flowers will bloom by your side, - And all your friends rejoice you have not died, - If you will stay and do not die tonight. - - Do not die tonight. - Your wayward friends will all return to you, - Forgetting days when they were not so true, - And eyes that chilled with cold and selfish glance, - Will beam with love and glow with radiance, - And evermore will bless your happy way, - And change your night into bright and cheerful day, - If you will stay and do not die tonight. - - Do not die tonight. - Your friends will fondly kiss your sweet white brow, - And dearly love you, warmly love you now, - They know how nobly you have done your part, - How sweet your friendship, true and warm your heart, - Henceforth their love will be more manifest, - So please postpone the day of death and rest, - And do not die, pray do not die tonight. - - - - - MEMORIAL LINES - - On the death of my niece, Mary McElroy, of Lapeer, Michigan, a - bright, intelligent and amiable girl, twenty-one years old. - - - Grieve not, dear parents, your duty is done, - Your daughter is safe in the land of rest, - You brought into life this beautiful one, - And led her in ways, the wisest and best. - - Grieve not, dear brothers, Mary is not lost, - She has only gone to a better home, - Where bliss eternal is had without cost, - There she will patiently wait till you come. - - Cherish her memory, think of her kindly, - Follow her good ways in actions and talk, - Let her light guide you, wander not blindly, - O walk the same path that Mary did walk. - - Grieve not, loving friends, Heaven is brighter - Richer and sweeter since Mary is there, - Let the tears you shed make your hearts lighter, - For Mary’s sweet voice will plead for your care. - - Grieve not for Mary, her sorrows are past, - She trod the bright path of truth and honor, - No life e’er so sweet forever can last, - Tho decked with the crown love placed upon her. - - Gloomy this sad world now seems without her, - Wretched and lonely to hearts in distress, - Cut down in spring-time, life all about her, - Deep is the sorrow we cannot express. - - Loving and truthful, pleasant and cheerful, - Pride of her father, charm of her mother, - Delight of her friends, spirits so youthful, - Heart always open unto each brother. - - Gentle as ev’ning, bright as the morning, - Sweet as the flowers that shine by her side, - She will bloom again at the great dawning, - When Heaven’s broad gates are opened out wide. - - Take her loving soul, kind God, to Heaven, - Surround her with joys as sweet as can be, - Return her ten fold the love she has given, - Welcome, kind Savior, dear Mary to Thee. - - - - - AN ADDRESS TO DEATH. - - The following article was suggested and started while sympathizing - with a neighbor’s family in the loss of a young child stricken - suddenly by death, but was not completed until after the death of a - much loved lady school teacher, when it was finished on the request - that I write something for the memorial exercises, February, 1894. - I was very busy at the time and this, my first literary wrestle - with Death, was hot and fast. - - - Hail, Death! But why need we hail thee? - Thou comest without our call; - Yea, thou comest when wanted not. - Thou comest when and where thou wilt, - And choosest whom thou wilt. - Thou art no respecter of time, or conditions. - Thou takest thy victims from every age and station. - None so venerable that thou would’st spare them; - None so strong thou canst not conquer them: - - None so pure as to be exempted; - None so humble as to escape thy notice. - The good and the bad are at thy mercy; - Nay, not that, for thou hast no mercy. - Wherever man goest, thou goest, - The deepest caverns of earth; - The highest mountain top; - The darkest, densest forest; - A thousand miles of stormy sea afford no protection. - - Go whither man may, thou pursuest him; - Side by side thou marchest with him, like a - treacherous friend, ready at any moment to become his murderer. - The barricades of parental love that shield the tender - lives of innocent childhood, are as cobwebs before thy - relentless power for destruction. - Naught can stay thy gluttonous appetite for victims. - - If thou hadst discretion we would fear thee less; but thy - cruel drag net is set for all, and there is no escape from - thy devouring grasp. - We charge thee, Death, with unwonted cruelty. - There are those whom thou might’st spare for the general good, - These are the young, the happy, and the useful; innocent - babes in their mother’s arms; prattling darlings on their - father’s knees; - happy boys and girls in the temples of learning, active and - ambitious young men and young women, these, all these are - some only whom thou could’st pass by for a time when - reaping thy harvest. - There is another class, Death, whom I would plead for: it - is that noble class engaged in the high calling of training - the youthful mind and fitting it for the duties of life. - If thou would’st spare any, spare these. - Enter not, O cruel Death! Enter not the school house door. - Rob us not of the noble teachers, whose loving-kindness, gentle - words, and pleasant smiles, have drawn around them the - heart strings of affectionate children, unused to - sorrows, untrained in the mysteries and miseries of life. - Lacerate not their tender hearts. - Break not these strong ties of affection. - Stand off! Keep away! Lay not your tyrant hands on - loving childhood’s noble friend. - But I plead in vain. - My prayer comes too late. - It would have come too late had it come sooner. - - All human ingenuity, all human power falls before thee, - Death. - Thou ridest rough shod over all man’s contrivances to - hold thee back. - Thou enterest every gate, every house, and to thy - shame it would be said if thou hadst shame, or - any sensation, thou hast crossed the threshold - of the school house door. - A hundred hearts are mourning, two hundred eyes - are weeping, for the flower of their concentrated - love, the golden rod of their admiration, a noble - woman, a kind teacher, a loving friend, has been - torn from them mercilessly, wantonly, cruelly--and - thou art the robber. - Thou art exposed, Death; this act betrays thee; - thou art a monster. - - Come now, Death, we challenge thee to combat. - Be a heartless monster no longer. - Choose thee “foemen worthy of your steel.” - Choose the white haired, the aged who fear thee not. - Withdraw, coward! From the unequal contest thou wagest - against the young, and - the feeble, and those who love this life not knowing - its hardships. - Come on, tyrant! Cross arms with your equals! - We, the aged; we, the experienced; we, who are weary - of the world; we, who are sinking down, being - crushed into the earth by the heavy burthens of - life, care not for thee. - Come on! Strike us! Spare the young, strike us! - We know that thou wilt win the final battle. - We know that we shall soon be numbered among thy - victims, and yet we dare thee to tackle us. - We can not stop thy murderous progress, and yet we - seek to check thy course. - We fain would keep thee busy, wrestling with the - old and gray, and give thee no time to search - for the young the hopeful, and the happy. - We, the old, crippled by disease; - Worn out with trials and disappointments; - With great sorrows in our hearts, that never can - be taken away. - We who have suffered from thy cruelties, and know - full well thy unconquerable power, nevertheless defy thee. - We dare thee! We taunt thee! We challenge thee to - mortal combat! - We are weak and wounded, and are fast nearing the - brink of the dark chasm of eternity, and we implore - thee, monster, tyrant, demon that thou art, to busy - thyself with blotting out our poor lives, that - the young and innocent, the pure and useful, and - all those who are healthy and happy, and all those - who love this life, and have friends to love, and - friends that love them, may be spared to enjoy - this beautiful world. - - - - - A TRIBUTE - - To the Memory of Mrs. Hon. Justin R. Whiting, a brilliant woman. - May 22nd, 1900. - - - First among the first, leader of leaders, - In the front ranks of life she found her place; - A student of books, at home with readers, - In household duties well up in the race. - - In social life a bright ornament, - Pleasant and cheerful, quick witted and wise, - Graceful in manners, not prone to dissent, - Respecting custom and family ties. - - Sincere in religion, true to her church, - A Christian by rule, a Christian at heart, - Liberal, diligent, full of research, - Ever and always found acting her part. - - Active and foremost in charity’s work, - Helping the poor, her heart full of pity, - From mercy’s appeals she never would shirk, - Nor stay her hands at bounds of the city. - - Grand was her example in cheerfulness, - Courteous alike to the proud and humble, - Casting off sunbeams of sweet loveliness, - Honoring a name time will not crumble. - - Kind as a neighbor and true as a friend, - Strong hearted and brave when sorrow prevailed, - Ready to assist and willing to lend, - And quick with relief when sickness assailed. - - Devoted and kind, a dutiful wife, - Ready to labor and ready to share, - With her good husband the burdens of life, - And lighten his load of worry and care. - - In his ambitions helping with good will, - To grand achievements of honor and fame, - Working with courage, genius and skill, - To raise and uphold the family name. - - But as a mother her best work was done, - She gave her children the tenderest love, - And taught them the way their lives must be run, - To reach a haven in the realms above. - - Each childish sorrow appealed to her heart, - And sweet soothing words soon washed it away, - In her children’s plans she took active part, - And led them wisely in study and play. - - Great their affliction, deep is their sorrow, - But slowly and surely time will it heal, - Love is a blessing they cannot borrow, - We will not ask them to tell how they feel. - - - - - CAPTAIN ARCHIE MORRISON. - - On the 31st day of May, 1900, a bolt of lightning struck one of the - spars on a new steamer nearly finished, but still on the stocks, at - St. Clair, Michigan, and instantly killed three men, of whom Archie - Morrison was one. Mr. Morrison was a good man. I knew him well, and - wrote the following testimonial to his character, to comfort his - family and friends. - - - Come, death, in a flash from the sky! - Come in the lightning’s stroke! - Our Archie was prepared to die, - He well had worn his yoke. - - No notice, or threat was needed, - He lived in peace with God, - The golden rule he had heeded, - And virtue’s path had trod. - - He had no forgiveness to ask, - He did not give offense, - No person could bring him to task, - He needed no defense. - - True as a magnet to the pole, - He did what conscience said, - He took the advice of his soul, - And followed where it led. - - With carefulness he steered his ship, - To a port of safety, - And well may those who make the trip, - Follow pilot Archie. - - For him no pity need be sought, - His sorrows are all past, - His noble character he brought - Safe to heaven at last. - - But there are those who deeply mourn, - His wife and children weep, - Their greatest grief must now be borne, - Their hearts are wounded deep. - - That sudden, cruel, bolt came down, - And blasted all their hope, - But they have many friends in town, - Who’ll with their trouble cope. - - Rally, good friends, to their relief, - And all take active part, - Wash out all color of their grief, - And mend each broken heart. - - - - - PART IV. - - POEMS OF DESCRIPTION - - - - - WHERE THE WIND BLOWS. - - - Over the mountain top, - And thru the valley deep, - Waving the farmer’s crop, - Lulling the birds to sleep. - - Over the ocean wide, - Making the billows roll, - Without a compass guide, - Sweeping from pole to pole. - - Over the tops of trees, - The giant redwood’s crown, - And where the gentle breeze - Scatters the thistle down. - - Over the steeples high, - Swinging the weather vane, - In seasons wet, or dry, - In sunshine and in rain. - - Over the clouds of snow, - Wafting the aeronaut, - Where birds do never go, - In skies with danger fraught. - - Over the salty sea, - Driving the noble ship, - Laden with silk and tea, - Upon her homeward trip. - - Over the desert plain - In Afric’s sunny land, - Carrying in its train - Great clouds of burning sand. - - Over our heads so mild - We scarcely feel its breath, - Or in a tempest wild - Strewing its path with death. - - Over the mighty west, - Where roused by maddened ire, - It bears upon its crest - An awful prairie fire. - - Over the stormy sky, - Where currents meet and clash, - And make the lightning fly. - With sudden dart and flash. - - Over the ocean shore, - Tossing the waves in spray, - And in the thunder’s roar - Heard many miles away. - - Over the tinted cloud, - Under the shining sun, - Ruling over the proud, - Since life was first begun. - - Over the busy town, - Bearing away the smoke, - To where it settles down - Among the country folk. - - Over the garden wall, - Where pretty flowers bloom, - From early spring till fall, - Shedding their sweet perfume. - - Over the human race - And ev’ry form of life, - Upon the earth’s broad face, - Living in love or strife. - - Over the rich man’s tracks, - In highland and moor, - And whistling thru the cracks, - In homes of starving poor. - - Over the happy crowd, - Feasting on pleasures sweet, - Near humble voices loud, - Praying for food to eat. - - Over the good and wise, - And Christ-like loving soul; - Striving to win the prize - Of peace, in heaven’s goal. - - Over our country grand, - Waving the flag of peace, - Ruled by a Mighty Hand - Whose love will never cease. - - Over all things we see, - And ev’ry place we know, - Upon the land or sea, - Is where the winds do blow. - - - - - ODE TO LAKE SUPERIOR. - - Written 1855. - - - O glorious lake, thy waters tell, - A divine hand hath made thee well; - Thy stores of health, - And mines of wealth, - Are wondrous works of nature, too; - Thy granite rocks and mounds of sand, - And mountain shores of richest land, - All with reverence bow to you. - - O beauteous lake, thy gorgeous size, - To us doth prove that God is wise, - Thy copper, aye more, - Thy iron ore, - Is the best found in all the earth; - Thy waters flow thru one river, - And enrich thy shores of silver; - So great art thou, none know thy worth. - - O richest lake, thy wondrous beauty, - Makes praise to God become our duty, - Thy waters clear, - And pure atmosphere, - Strengthen many an invalid; - Thou givest wealth to man his portion, - Then ebb and flow just like an ocean, - We rejoice, great sea, thy wealth’s not hid. - - - - - THE DUNDAS VALLEY. - - A few miles west of Hamilton, Ontario, is one of the most beautiful - sections of country it has ever been my pleasure to see. The Grand Trunk - Railway cars run along the side of Dundas Mountain for several miles, - and the view of the valley from the cars is magnificent. In passing over - this route in the summer of 1892 I was charmed by the view and inspired - to write the following little poem. - - - Hills above hills in beauty rise, - And mark their outline on the skies, - And close inspection shows that man - Is helping on the mighty plan. - - Here valleys deep, and valleys wide, - And gushing streams from mountain side, - Present, o’ercapped by dome of blue, - A splendid panoramic view. - - - - - THE ST. CLAIR RIVER. - - - O beautiful river, I have longed for the hour, - My muse would awaken and give me the power, - To ring out the key note and tune my sweet lyre, - To sing of thy glory with spirit and fire. - - Oft charmed by thy beauty, and amazed at thy size, - I’ve gazed on thy grandeur with keen wondering eyes, - Watched thy clear blue waters as they slowly pass by, - Reflecting true pictures of the clouds in the sky. - - So deep is thy bottom and so broad is thy stream, - Thy volume is greater than thy looks make it seem, - Tho slow is thy current, great force there is in it, - Moving a million tons of water each minute. - - Many are the sources that provide the supply, - That keeps this great river from ever running dry, - The inflow and outflow do so nearly conform, - That the river’s level is very uniform. - - Far away in the north, in the land of the moose, - In the cool summer home of the fleety wild goose, - Where the valleys are deep and the mountain tops are white, - And the snow rarely melts above a certain height. - - Where springs burst from the hills and trickle down their sides, - And enlarge into brooks that go to swell the tides, - And joining rivulets from the dissolving snow, - Are gathered into lakes in the basins below. - - Where the small lakes are brown like the rocks on their shores, - And tho they are numbered by near an hundred scores, - And pour their dark waters into large lakes of blue, - The larger lakes remain unto their color true. - - Where the lazy brown bear sleeps the warm winter thru, - And beavers build houses and live in comfort, too, - And the lone loon’s shrill cry sounds far off, yet is near, - And the wolf lies in wait for the innocent deer. - - Where summer nights are short and winter nights are long, - And the tumbling waters keep up an endless song, - Where the forests are thick and in their native state, - But for the woodman’s ax will not have long to wait. - - Where many hills contain copper, silver and gold, - And iron mines hold wealth in vast millions untold, - Where precious stones are found of great beauty and worth, - And nickel and sandstone add value to the earth. - - Where lumbermen find wealth in the forests of pine, - And other valued trees within the drainage line, - The red birch, yellow birch, white birch, hemlock and spruce, - And the numerous trees man converts to his use. - - Where millions of acres of farming lands are drained, - And many bright children are in school being trained, - And thousands of people are toiling for their bread, - And rarely go hungry, thank God it can be said. - - And hundreds of rivers in the north, south and west, - Are working night and day, and striving at their best, - To empty their contents just so quick as they can, - Into lakes Superior, Huron and Michigan. - - But vast is the country they are called on to drain, - So heavy the snowfall, so frequent the rain, - Tho these rivers work hard and have no day to spare, - They can only supply the great river St. Clair. - - Lake Huron takes the flow from long Lake Michigan, - And Lake Superior since the work first began, - And tho these great bodies all empty into one, - That one’s capacity is never overdone. - - The river pours its waters into Lake St. Clair, - And the waters pass thru Detroit River fair, - And thence thru Lake Erie to Niagara Falls, - Where it drops in a chasm between two rocky walls. - - Thence to Ontario, the last lake in the chain, - And reaching this level it ne’er comes back again. - Now the great St. Lawrence carries it to the sea, - And there its journey ends is plain to you and me. - - Where this water comes from, my story now has told, - And whither it all goes, it does likewise unfold; - There is one more question I’ll answer with delight, - And it gives me pleasure to know I answer right. - - The God who made the earth revolve around the sun, - And who made the seasons their yearly courses run, - The God who made the rain and also made the snow, - Made this mighty river so it always will flow. - - And now I find my song is only half complete, - As praising my subject affords me pleasure sweet, - So on its great beauty I must a moment dwell, - Or else my song will end ere I have sung it well. - - How pretty thy waters when the south wind is high, - And white caps are breaking as the billows roll by, - And sailing vessels plow into the heavy seas, - As they scoot by swiftly before the driving breeze. - - And small boats are flying on the top of the waves, - And the spray they dash high is ducking sailor braves, - And all things are lively in tune with the water, - And the ten mile steamer seems a twenty knotter. - - When ruffled thy waters, to ride them is thrilling, - And quickens man’s spirits when the heart is willing, - The rich ozone one breathes brings a glow to the cheek, - Giving vim to the strong and vigor to the weak. - - When placid thy bosom what a change then is there, - Not a ripple stirring, not a zephyr of air, - Then great is thy beauty, magnificent river, - Reminding man of God, the generous Giver. - - Shining sometimes like glass, so transparent and clean, - At other times wearing a light tinge of dark green, - Tho the sun and the clouds give thy color a hue, - Thy color unfading is the pretty sky blue. - - So pretty, so charming, and so apt to beguile, - The lover of nature is soon wooed by thy smile, - Enchanted by the view of the beautiful stream, - Man soliloquizes until lost in a dream. - - Thy bright pretty waters are embellished by banks, - And rare must be the shores that their splendor outranks, - Sloping banks of beauty and sandy beaches low, - With steep bluffs and headlands, and points that sailors know. - - Here the elm tree is grand in beauty and in size, - And the pretty maple grows in plenty likewise, - The oak and hickory are native to the land, - And help by their presence to make the forest grand. - - Here the silver aspen turns white to ev’ry breeze, - And the laughing poplar babbles for all the trees, - The walnut and cherry, the butternut and plum, - The thorn and mulberry, yield fruit for all who come. - - Fine orchards of apples, and other kinds of fruit, - The sweet and the bitter, differing tastes to suit, - Fields of wheat, oats and corn, and large meadows of grass, - Are admired by watchful travellers as they pass. - - Lovely flowers and vines, and lawns of downy green, - Add their attractiveness to beautify the scene, - Hundreds of pleasant homes adorn the pretty shores, - And many grand hotels hold summer guests in scores. - - The river’s eight islands are turned to pleasure’s use, - And if it is not found, no man need make excuse. - Here is hunting, fishing, and games that all can play, - And people joyfully can pass the time away. - - Indians hold a part of the land on one side, - But now they are peaceful, having cast war aside, - Many sorts of people form the population, - And by their enterprise help to make the nation. - - Mineral waters cure the rheumatic and lame, - Restore health to people and give the river fame; - Thus good health and pleasure come from river and bank, - And give the location a standing high in rank. - - On either side the river a railroad runs along, - Thus accommodating the gay and happy throng, - Who gather for pleasure and spend a little wealth, - In hearty enjoyment and in renewing health. - - How beautiful to see steamers passing at night, - When brilliantly lighted by the electric light, - Showing on the waters their pictures as they pass, - As lively and pretty as in a looking glass. - - Travellers who have seen the Rhone and pretty Rhine, - And rode on the waters of the blue Danube fine, - Have seen the famous Nile and the great Amazon, - Say the St. Clair excels in beauty ev’ry one. - - ’Tis not alone beauty that gives this river fame, - Its great utility adds glory to its name; - When constructing the earth wise Nature took a halt, - And under this river made a vast sea of salt. - - In many factories this salt is now refined, - And no where in the world is found a better kind; - The farmers raise fine crops for man and beast to eat, - And large refineries make sugar from the beet. - - Large mills manufacture flour, staves, hoops and lumber, - And other industries exist in large number, - The plodding explorer finds reward for his toil, - As the land on the shores bears sulphur, gas and oil. - - In the towns there are built fine ships of wood and steel, - By workmen as handy as ever laid a keel, - And these ships are handled by men as smart and brave, - As ever left a port, or rode upon the wave. - - No bridge was ever built over this mighty stream, - But beneath a tunnel so strange as it may seem, - And cars by the hundreds pass thru it ev’ry day, - Bearing a large commerce upon its destined way. - - Far greater the traffic that daily passes thru, - In the thousands of ships that sail thy waters blue, - Sailing ships and steamships, and boats of ev’ry form, - Fit to sail a river, or face an ocean storm. - - How wonderful the change since five score years ago, - From the Indian canoe that was so small and slow, - To the mammoth steel ships of immense size and weight, - Large enough to carry eight thousand tons of freight. - - Numerous are the styles, between these two extremes, - And various in size with which the river teems, - There are skiffs and light sculls, that carry only one, - And row boats, and yawl boats, with room for half a ton. - - Sailing yachts for pleasure, quite safe when handled right, - Glide across the water and furnish great delight, - Fast electric launches and naptha boats are seen, - And beautiful steam yachts, nice enough for a queen. - - Schooners, scows, sloops and brigs, navigate up and down, - And are a pleasing sight when sailing by a town; - While passenger steamers of great beauty and speed, - Carry many thousands and furnish what they need. - - But greater the freight ships, full five hundred feet long, - With thirty feet of hold and in proportion strong, - And large are the cargoes these great ships can transport, - Food to feed a city, or supply a large fort. - - A whole township of crops in one enormous load, - Or railroad rails enough for eighty miles of road, - A copper cargo worth three millions of dollars, - Or cloth enough to clothe four millions of scholars. - - Many are the products transported by these ships, - And vast is the volume for they make many trips, - So great is the traffic it is safe to relate, - There’s no other river has a commerce so great. - - Michigan, Wisconsin and big Minnesota, - Furnish the greater part of the immense quota, - And the states further west help augment the treasure, - And Canada assists with a handsome measure. - - Grain comes from all the states in the thrifty northwest, - And Manitoba’s wheat takes rank among the best, - Millions of tons of grain are yearly carried by, - And fill elevators that tower in the sky. - - Lumber comes from the lakes above the river’s head, - And from the many streams by which the lakes are fed, - Copper and iron go east, coal always to the west, - And ordinary goods the way that pays the best. - - Tea and silk from China, India and Japan, - And thousands of products, the handiwork of man, - Fruits from California, elegant wines from France, - And ev’ry thing on earth that does man’s wealth enhance. - - One product not mentioned that moves itself along, - Is the excellent fish that in the river throng, - Myriads in number, of great value for food, - Catching them for pleasure does the fisherman good. - - With commerce unequaled and beauty unexcelled, - And water as pretty as ever river held, - This elegant river, its story now outlined, - Deserves to be admired by all ranks of mankind. - - - - - PART V. - - MISCELLANEOUS POEMS - - - - - COMPENSATION. - - - Under nature’s just laws, - All effects have their cause, - And bear each other a true relation; - And the good deeds of man - Are measured by this plan, - And in some way receive compensation. - - What tho a loving wife - Be united for life, - To one heartless as the moon or the sun; - Her soft love may entwine, - Like a beautiful vine, - And embellish the whole life of that one. - - If a true hearted man, - Who lives by moral plan, - Should be bonded to an ill-natured wife; - Of one thing he is sure, - ’Tis the love sweet and pure, - Of warm, sympathizing friends all his life. - - There’s a trait in the heart, - That espouses the part, - Of the sorrowful, the weary and meek, - And a just common sense, - Awards due recompense, - To the long-suff’ring who bear with the weak. - - The tall monument grand, - Is oft fated to stand, - Alone by itself, aloft in the sky; - But ’tis thus its great height, - Is revealed to man’s sight, - And its true grandeur appears to the eye. - - The snow covered mountains, - Far above the fountains, - And the sparking rills that spring from their base; - Make the landscape more fair, - While they temper the air, - And are awarded by nature a place. - - There’s a road that leads down - To the dregs of the town, - Where strife, poverty, and sorrow abound; - But the higher men climb - Toward regions sublime, - The more delightful the journey is found. - - The unfortunate may - See their lives pass away, - Before they succeed in gaining a prize; - But the more men aspire, - To realms that are higher, - The grander the view that opes to their eyes. - - The wise, ambitious man, - Who has failed in his plan, - And doubts if the world is using him right; - Will learn from his trials, - And brave self denials, - How grandly to win success in the fight. - - Little children at school - Think it is a hard rule, - That keeps them confined so much of their time; - But the knowledge they gain, - Pays them well for their pain, - When they arrive at the age of their prime. - - ’Tis a long tedious fight - To bring children up right, - And parents wear out while under the spell; - But rich compensation, - And sweet consolation, - Comes to the parents whose work is done well. - - There’s the mother whose share, - Is a life full of care, - With thousands of griefs and pains to smother; - But O what high honor, - Nature confers on her, - In the hallowed and sweet name of--mother. - - The physician whose life - Is never ending strife, - In battling with sickness common to man, - Finds great satisfaction, - In the benefaction, - His skill confers thru his life-saving plan. - - The surgeon whose trained knife, - Cuts in deep to save life, - May be criticized, called brutal, and spurned; - But his fame reaches out, - To wide regions about, - And brings distinction and honor well earned. - - The chemist who mixes, - And otherwise fixes - Powerful compounds, assumes a great risk; - But science advances - By taking great chances, - The world is the gainer and life more brisk. - - The inventor whose fate - Is to work and create, - And burn out his life by the fires of thought, - Is consoled by the fact, - That his genius and tact, - Have lifted mankind thru work he has wrought. - - The air navigator, - And bird imitator, - May fly to his death, then sad the story; - But the one who succeeds, - Has accomplished great deeds, - And established his fame to his glory. - - ’Tis the brave pioneers - Who inhabit frontiers, - And many hardships and trials endure; - But the work they begun - Often ends if well done, - In rest, happiness, and comfort secure. - - The man who discovers, - And nature uncovers, - Meets dangers that try him from sole to crown, - But his triumph is great, - When he gains for his state, - An honor that brings him lasting renown. - - The richest mines of gold - Are found in regions cold, - And where it’s so hot men scarcely can stand; - But the dangers o’ercome, - There will always be some, - To gather great wealth that spreads o’er the land. - - The poets whose stories, - Sing the nation’s glories, - May be ignored when honors are given; - But the thoughts they imbue, - Are ennobling and true, - And make patriots and Christians of men. - - The statemen who are wise, - Have bright thoughts men despise, - Because greatly in advance of the age; - But the wisdom they show, - If well rooted will grow, - And be emblazoned on history’s page. - - The minister may work - With the zeal of a Turk, - And not break the grip of sin upon man; - But he reaps his reward - By still serving the Lord, - Determined to save ev’ry soul he can. - - The man of advanced thought, - May see it come to naught, - Because others do not see the same light; - But by going before, - He has opened the door, - To beautiful realms now coming in sight. - - There’s no loss without gain, - Is quite true in the main, - And will apply to man or a nation, - And each sacrifice made, - To lift higher man’s grade, - Nature rewards with just compensation. - - The strictly honest man, - Who adheres to his plan, - Thru all the trials that over him roll, - Can endure with a smile, - For he knows all the while - He is living in sweet peace with his soul. - - When man’s record is right, - His good deeds make it bright, - And bloom in his manhood like golden rod; - ’Tis his vindication, - And brings compensation, - In lifting his soul up nearer to God. - - - - - EXPANSION. - - - The spirit of progression has spoken, - The hour for expansion is here, - The thraldom of ignorance is broken, - A wave of advancement is near. - - A war for humanity’s sake was fought, - That exalted the soul of man, - And lifted him up to a region fraught, - With work on a Lordlier plan. - - His horizon is vastly extended, - He stands on a loftier plain, - His fine talents can now be expended, - For his benighted brother’s gain. - - His mind has been delivered from bondage, - And filled with buoyancy and hope, - Will grow and expand to advantage, - And cover the world in its scope. - - With his soul as free as the thunder’s roll, - And as sure as the lightning’s stroke, - He can circle the earth from pole to pole, - And abolish tyranny’s yoke. - - No more will boundary lines restrain him, - Nor walls of granite stay his course, - The brotherhood of man will sustain him, - And the love of God be his force. - - The age of enforced delusion is past, - Man’s spirit is gathering light, - The slavery of the mind can not last, - Against the advancement of right. - - No army of men, nor murderous gun, - Is needed to open the way, - The greatest victories by love are won, - Where the spirit of Christ holds sway. - - It is love alone hath power and scope, - To penetrate the heathen mind, - And cause it to expand with faith and hope, - And a nobler ideal find. - - Expansion is right, expansion of soul, - And expansion of liberty, - Expansion of love till it gains control, - And all the world’s people are free. - - These are the principles that must prevail, - In ev’ry land beneath the sun, - And there’s no more oppression to assail, - Ere the work of love will be done. - - - - - FEAR NOT, LORAIN. - - The following poem was written at Lorain, O., November, 1897, and - published in the “Evening Herald” of that city. It was intended to - stimulate the courage of the people, who were gloomy, altho the - prospects were good. - - - Fear not, Lorain, thy future fate - Is not to roll in seas of mud, - A golden key will ope the gate, - A warm spring sun will burst the bud. - - Flowers will bloom and scent the air, - Large plants will rise from thy strong soil, - Your solid men and women fair - Reap rich reward for years of toil. - - See the halo that lights the sky, - Where flaming fires burn night and day, - Dispelling gloom from ev’ry eye, - And raising hopes that cheer your way. - - Rejoice! Be glad! Have doubts no more, - Prepare to greet the coming boom, - Should the town grow a thousand score, - It still could give a million room. - - Let croaking stop, let discord cease, - Lift high your town above the mire, - For soon success will bring you peace, - And warm your hearts with furnace fire. - - With courage strong and cheerful face, - Push on your work with might and main, - Prosperity will win the race - And bless your town. Fear not, Lorain. - - - - - THE TEACHER. - - - Trees in the forest grow stately and grand, - Some are beautiful and others are tall, - Each is the product of one mighty hand, - But the teacher’s art can improve them all. - - The grass of the fields is useful for food, - And provides dumb beasts a bountiful store, - And the teacher who saw that grass was good, - Made two blades grow where but one grew before. - - The wheat and the corn, and all kinds of grain, - Grow wild and scattered without any plan, - And the harvest is poor and reaped with pain, - Until improved by the teaching of man. - - The fruits of the trees grow stinted and small, - And meager the crop when the pickers come, - But the skilled hand of the teacher can call, - A mighty response from the things that are dumb. - - Then the cultured tree is laden with fruit, - The sweet and the tart according to plan, - The epicure finds a taste to his suit, - And learns that teachers are blessings to man. - - Beautiful flowers, God’s tokens of love, - Grow sickly and pale for want of man’s care, - When the training hand like balm from above, - Restores them to health and beauty most rare. - - When warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze, - How pretty they grow, how sweet their perfume, - Whatever man’s taste they’re certain to please, - For God made them and the teacher is groom, - - The mighty rivers that run thru the land, - Gathering power as onward they roll, - Are each and all at the teacher’s command, - For his skill can bring them under control. - - Beasts in the forest roam savage and wild, - And woe to the man who crosses their path; - But the teacher makes them gentle and mild, - And by strength of mind can bridle their wrath. - - The great elephant, ponderous and strong, - Tho dangerous in his natural state, - When trained by teachers to do nothing wrong, - Serves his master with fidelity great. - - The beautiful horse in freedom how grand, - As proudly he trots o’er the prairie track, - Is trained to obey his teacher’s command, - And canters gayly with man on his back. - - There lives not a man with love in his heart, - Who lacks the good sense to freely endorse - The teacher’s grand work, his wisdom and art, - Or fails to admire and love a good horse. - - The much abused dog when savage and wild, - Is useless to man and game for his gun, - But when trained becomes docile as a child, - The faithfullest creature under the sun. - - Innocent children are never quite pure, - And need good teaching to keep them from crime, - To fasten in their hearts their morals sure, - And assist them to lead a life sublime. - - Human teachers are useful in their line, - And wisely, and nobly perform their part; - But the great teacher is the Teacher Divine, - From whose grand example man learned the art. - - - - - A GEM. - - - A gem is a beautiful thing, - Or even a beautiful thought, - Or that which will happiness bring, - Or the love that can not be bought. - - A gem is a beautiful stone, - Or beautiful shell from the sea, - Or a voice of elegant tone, - Or something more precious to thee. - - A gem is a token of love, - Or gift from the heart of a friend, - Or sweet note by wings of a dove, - With balm all your sorrows to mend. - - A gem may glisten like new gold, - Or sparkle like stars in the night, - Or charm like the rubies of old, - As they glow in the sun’s pure light. - - A gem may belong to a queen, - Or shine from the crown of a king; - But the richest gem ever seen, - Is love of the genuine ring. - - Some gems are delightful to see, - And their owners may justly boast; - But the best of all gems for me, - Is the friend that loves me the most. - - - - - THE CHINA WEDDING. - - Read at the party given by Mr. and Mrs. Hiram W. Robertson, on the - twentieth anniversary of their marriage, December 16th, 1887. - Composed the same evening after supper. - - - There are fountains away in the north, - From whence waters flow down to the sea, - There’s a heart in the bosom of man, - From whence love courses warmly and free. - - There are diamonds that dazzle the eye, - And rich gold that’s a pleasure to see, - But there’s nothing so pleasing to man, - As the love that flows warmly and free. - - There are men who have merits and wealth, - And kind husbands they gladly would be, - But Mary took a fancy to Hi, - For his love flows so warmly and free. - - There are women of beauty and worth, - Whose sweet smiles are a pleasure to see, - But Mary was the choice of them all, - For her love flows so warmly and free. - - They have kind friends who admire them both, - And they’re gathered this night just to see, - How well they are enjoying this life, - Where sweet love flows so warmly and free. - - - - - THE HONEST MAN’S FATE. - - Written January, 1866. - - - Friends have advised me to give up my plan - And shun the sad fate of the honest man. - They tell me ’tis hard, his comforts are few, - And what they tell me I know to be true; - But still I prefer to stick to my plan, - And cherish the fate of the honest man. - - I have dear children to clothe and to feed, - And a father’s love that knows what they need, - Grief comes to my heart, gray hairs on my head, - For fear I will fail to keep them in bread, - Yet I am trying to do what I can, - And cherish the fate of the honest man. - - My wife is gloomy, down-hearted and sad, - She fears my troubles will make me go mad, - Poor soul, she don’t know how heavy the weight - That hangs on my heart and threatens my fate. - Still I’m determined to do what I can, - And cherish the fate of the honest man. - - Debts overwhelm me and creditors call, - No more can I pay, they already have all. - The sheriff may come to bleed me afresh, - And take by the law one pound of my flesh; - But now, nor never, will I change my plan, - For I cherish the fate of the honest man. - - In liquid poisons I do not indulge, - Nor by vile language my weakness divulge: - From labor and right I never do quail, - And still my efforts continue to fail, - Yet I keep trying to do what I can - To merit the fate of the honest man. - - O, God of the poor, extend thy good word, - And grant the honest a better reward, - Save them from Shylocks, temptation and pain, - Make troubles on earth in heaven their gain, - O, give me the strength to live by my plan, - And die the proud death of the honest man. - - - - - TIME AND TIDE. - - Composed while dreaming about time and tide. - - - “Come, Time,” says Tide, “along with me, - For we must go together, - And join our forces at the sea, - Nor wait for wind or weather.” - - - - - CHRISTMAS DAY. - - Written at the request of my daughter Grace, then eleven years old, - to be spoken by her at the holiday exercises in school, December, - 1887. - - - There never had been a Christmas morn, - Till near nineteen hundred years ago, - When Christ our glorious Lord was born, - And peace and good will began to grow. - - Christ taught fathers and mothers to pray, - And how good, pure and kind they should be, - And when some one pushed children away, - Said, “Suffer them to come unto Me.” - - We all should rejoice and be thankful - That Christ loved little children so strong, - And strive to be happy and cheerful, - And never to do anything wrong. - - It pays to be good and be pleasant, - And pleases our kind parents so well, - We are sure to receive a nice present, - When old Santa Claus comes with his bell. - - Now, my good friends and my teacher, too, - I have one strong wish for which I’ll pray, - I wish for me and I wish for you, - That Christ will come back some Christmas day. - - - - - PROGRESSIVE EUCHRE. - - - A little nonsense is, now and then, - Highly relished by the best of men, - And women, too, are so fond of fun. - They laugh for joy when a game’s begun. - - There are games of skill, and games of chance, - And games with sweet music and the dance, - Some play at whist, and some at poker, - But all enjoy progressive euchre. - - A goodly party is twenty-four, - There may be less, and there may be more; - Twelve ladies fine you first invite, - And twelve gentlemen to spend the night. - - The tables now you arrange and fix, - And number them plainly one to six, - A pack of clean cards on each you lay, - All ready for the approaching fray. - - Use thirty-two cards, be uniform, - And in conduct to the rules conform; - Your table number is fixed by chance, - And good order will the fun enhance. - - By lot their partners gentlemen choose, - And then kindly treat them, win or lose, - Present your left arm with smiles and grace, - And escort your lady to her place. - - On the first table place a small bell, - And when all are ready ring it well, - The ladies now cut for woe or weal, - And the lowest card takes the first deal. - - Shuffle them well, let right neighbor cut, - Fair play’s a jewel, truth’s eyes are shut, - Deal three cards to each the first time round, - Then two the next time, that’s fair and sound. - - Turn up the trump so all can see it, - Those at left in turn, pass or play it; - When the trump is named be sharp and still, - Do not underrate your neighbor’s skill. - - Remember this is honest euchre, - And played for sport, not filthy lucre, - No true gentleman, or lady sweet, - Will play unfair, or stoop to cheat. - - The right is boss, the left’s his brother, - And the good old ace a kindly mother, - The king comes next, now king indeed, - And even the queen you often need. - - Jack is a knave, make the best of him, - And when not bower all detest him; - But there are times when jack is master, - And then his foes meet with disaster. - - The little cards you should not despise, - For they sometimes help to win the prize; - Watch sharply the game and win with suit, - Whenever you can fairly do it. - - Three tricks count one point, a march counts two, - And euchre counts the same for you; - When you are sure to make one or more, - Play it alone and try to make four. - - When five points are made at table one, - That ends one game and then all are done; - The winners go one table higher, - But those that lose go to the lower. - - All change partners and the game proceeds, - And the manager records your deeds, - These frequent changes as you advance, - Give the poorer players a fair chance. - - ’Tis not a game for spoils or treasure, - But a social game just for pleasure, - And if by good luck one wins the day, - Don’t condemn the man nor spurn the play. - - Three hour’s play is plenty long enough, - For the feeble ones and for the tough, - When the time has expired look and see, - Who the best players have proved to be. - - To the first lady give a small prize, - And the first gentleman treat likewise, - A second prize is by some awarded, - The booby prize should be discarded. - - A simple lunch is now provided - By hosts who may have so decided; - But refreshments are not in the game, - And all are free to omit the same. - - Now put on your hats and bid adieu - To the gen’rous host that welcomed you, - Favors accepted you may have learned, - Should at the proper time be returned. - - With happy hearts now seek your own hearth, - And kindly feel towards all on earth, - Remembering to always treasure - The game that brings you health and pleasure. - - - - - THE WINNER. - - - Don’t give a prize - For ’tis not wise, - So say our honest Christian folk; - But men will fight - With all their might, - To make their fellows wear the yoke. - - Some men are dull - And count for null, - And some are bright as glist’ning gold; - Say what you will - The truth is still, - We’re not all cast in the same mold. - - Some take their time - While others climb, - And struggle with their might and main, - And when they win, - Think it no sin, - To wear the crown they fought to gain. - - ’Tis luck, they say, - And fools can play, - And nature grows a heavy crop; - Give me the game, - I’ll bear the name, - And laugh when fools come out on top. - - - - - A WALK BY MOONLIGHT. - - - The moon is sweetly shining, - And the stars are entwining, - A wreath for my dear Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - While all the world lies dreaming, - My heart with joy is beaming, - I’m happy with my Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - All nature now is sleeping, - No living thing is creeping, - I’m all alone with Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - The silent trees look neater, - The flowers, too, are sweeter, - But naught’s so sweet as Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - My head with thought is turning, - My heart with love is burning, - I’m so happy with Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - Sweet nature is insisting, - I must not be resisting, - I’ll ask the hand of Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - - THE QUESTION. - - “O say, my lovely creature, - Thou brightest work of nature, - Do you love him, dear Annie, - Who is all the world to thee?” - - - THE ANSWER. - - “Do you love the sweet Savior? - Do you seek his kind favor? - Do you love your dear Annie, - Who is all the world to thee? - - “Will you live with the wisdom, - That rules the holy kingdom, - And please the heart of Annie, - Who is all the world to thee? - - “If you’ll shun the evil tempter, - With true love for a helper, - Accept the hand of Annie, - Who is all the world to thee.” - - - THE REPLY. - - “I’ll pious be and holy, - I’ll do my duty truly, - I’ll earn the hand of Annie, - Who is all the world to me. - - “I’ll love thee as no other, - But our Heavenly Father, - I’ll live and die for Annie, - Who is all the world to me.” - - - - - THE PAINTER. - - Written on a postal card and mailed to a lady, - as a token of my - appreciation of her skill as a painter. - - - Happy is he who can catch a fine thought, - And fit it to prose, or dress it in rhyme, - But happier she whose fingers are taught - To paint sweet nature in colors sublime. - - Inspiring the thought when nature’s the theme, - Uplifting one’s soul to the world of bliss, - Where painters and angels will ever beam - With love and kindness on the poets of this. - - - - - A DOCTOR’S ADVICE. - - “_Just Think of Something Else._” - - In the summer of 1898 I was taken quite sick at a hotel over two - hundred miles from home, and was confined to my room for five days. - On complaining to the doctor that I was not getting well fast, he - said I should not worry about my sickness, but “Just think of - something else.” I took his advice and the same night wrote the - following verses. - - - When sickness comes and joy departs, - And you are forced to lie in bed, - Don’t fret about the aching parts, - Remember what the doctor said, - “Just think of something else.” - - No matter if the pain is great, - And racks you thru from foot to head, - Be patient still and meekly wait, - Remember what the doctor said, - “Just think of something else.” - - When medicine has failed to act, - And you can’t see much hope ahead, - Why just ignore the trifling fact, - Remember what the doctor said-- - “Just think of something else.” - - What matter if you’re far from home, - And no kind friend is near your bed, - Let all your thoughts most freely roam, - Remember what the doctor said, - “Just think of something else.” - - Don’t mind your great debility, - Nor count the pains that fill your head, - The sick must show humility, - Remember what the doctor said, - “Just think of something else.” - - And when your friend presents his bills, - In language kind and manners suave, - Give him a dose of his own pills, - Remember that advice he gave, - “Just think of something else.” - - Ah, no! my friend that will not do, - The doctor kind deserves his pay, - The honest course is best for you, - No matter what the doctors say, - Don’t think of something else. - - - - - HERE I AM. - - A little grand-daughter wrote me a little letter and in it she - said, “If I were a little flower, this I would do: I would be happy - all the day.” Under these words she made a sketch of a bush bearing - flowers, and wrote beneath the sketch, “Here I am.” I replied as - follows: To the sweet little flower, “Here I am,” formerly Miss - Rose. - - - Caterpillars change into butterflies, - And eggs into birds that fly in the skies; - But I did not know a child had power, - To change her body into a flower. - - But what need I care since flower and child, - Grown in the city, or on mountain wild, - Both receive from me the tenderest care, - I find a flower and a child is there. - --GRANDPA. - - - - - A CHRISTMAS TURKEY. - - Lines sent with a large fat turkey - to a friend for Christmas, 1862. - - - A Christmas present is easy to make, - But a token of friendship should follow, - Mine is enclosed in the turkey you take, - Which is solid proof it is not hollow. - - As a toothsome sign of love it is sent, - And to show you what our Maker can do, - He tells us to love with earnest intent, - And has provided this turkey for you. - - Take it, and bake it, then richly enjoy, - And forget not the friend you befriended, - Whose heart will ever remember with joy, - The kind assistance you promptly lended. - - May God bless you and your family dear, - And keep all of you healthy and happy, - That you may gladly welcome each New Year, - And on every Christmas be merry. - - - - - TO MRS. HARRIET S. DELANO AND HER BABY. - - Written 1858. - - - Sweet innocence, love and beauty rest, - Wrapped in affection on mother’s breast, - While hopes and fears in profusion rise, - And fill with sweet tears the joyful eyes - Of the kind mother whose heart is bent, - In meek thankfulness to Him who sent - This type of beauty, sweet child of love, - Rich token from the heavens above, - To cheer the pure and unselfish heart, - Of a mother who with life would part, - To save her child from the paths of sin, - And guide her so she heaven will win. - - Then in the soft realms of earthly bliss, - Made lovelier by her mother’s kiss, - She will need no more a guide to show, - The straight road she has been taught to go. - The mother has then her duty done, - Who so well instructs her little one, - She covers her with a mother’s love, - Then trusts her to the wise God above. - Now to the babe and to its mother, - That you may each one love the other, - And never from your good reason part, - I will beg and pray with all my heart. - - - - - FOR THE BABY. - - - O what a charming baby I see, - Dancing on its kind father’s knee, - With eyes as pretty and as bright, - As the white stars that shine at night. - - And cheeks as lovely as the rose, - Which add much beauty to a nose, - Made handsome by a pretty chin, - And ruby lips nicely set in. - - And what is more her name so sweet, - So charming, dainty, nice and neat, - Darling Hattie, short and pretty, - And that’s why I wrote this ditty. - - - - - LINES ON MY FATHER. - - - The oak its mighty branches spread, - And gathered in the cooling dew, - And thus by gen’rous nature fed, - To a noble old tree it grew. - - So sought he knowledge far and wide, - And grew in wisdom as in age, - And when his worn out body died, - He was a ripe and honored sage. - - - - - ADVICE TO A YOUNG POET. - - - First think of something good to say, - Then take great pains to say it well, - Make sure you know the proper way, - To fairly write and rightly spell. - - Now clear all matter from your mind, - Except the work you have in hand, - And study hard until you find - Good rhyming words at your command. - - Compose one verse from end to end, - With equal feet in every line, - See that the words in metre blend, - And that the rhyme is true and fine. - - Beware of mistakes when you write, - Never say what needs correction, - Then men will say what you indite - Is poetry in perfection. - - Don’t mix grand thoughts with silly ones, - Nor call men by improper names, - If things weigh pounds don’t call them tons, - Nor make the world appear in flames. - - Remember you’re an honest youth, - And never write what is not true, - Be governed by the laws of truth, - In every thing you say or do. - - In language manly and refined, - Praise in song the heavenly plan, - And use the lowers of your mind, - In lifting up your fellowman. - - - - - AN ACROSTIC. - - Written for a niece of P. T. Barnum, 1863. - - - =F=ear not the scoffs of the heartless, - =A= manly self reliance show, - =N=o want can make thy head brainless, - =N=or money make thy spirit low. - =Y=ield not thy honor nor courage, - - =T=rue principles ever maintain, - =H=old to thy noble lineage, - =O=n their record permit no stain. - =M=ake no friendship with the wicked, - =P=refer poverty to their love, - =S=how with heart and mind united - =O=n the God of heaven above, - =N=o one can turn thee from His love. - - - - - CHARLEY’S PUPPY. - - Charley wrote me that his puppy was white - but had a black spot on his back. - - - A spot of black - Upon his back, - Will plainly mark your puppy dog; - A spot of red - Upon his head, - Would show he’s not a little hog. - - What puppies know - They scarce can show, - Until their mammies let them out; - Like little boys - That play with toys, - They hardly know what they’re about. - - A master once, - A cruel dunce, - Struck hard his puppy while at play; - The puppy sad, - Felt awful bad, - Dropped down his tail and ran away. - - A master kind - Will quickly find, - That puppies try to do their part; - So gentle be, - Let puppy see - There’s no black spot upon your heart. - - - - - MERRY CHRISTMAS. - - Written for Children. - - - Merry Christmas, friends, I wish you all well, - And many pretty things for your pockets, - May your Christmas box be a great big shell, - Filled with everything nice but sky rockets. - - May England and France, with Turkey and Greece, - All contribute to your pleasure and mirth, - And chickens and quail, with turkeys and geese, - Make you feel as if you owned the whole earth. - - And when you’re happy as happy can be, - Think of your parents so kind and clever, - And live such sweet lives you always can see, - Merry Christmas, merry Christmas forever. - - - - - TEMPERANCE. - - - Lord, hasten the day, pray hasten the day, - When supported by righteous laws, - We will win the fight, for virtue and right, - And the glorious temperance cause. - - - - - THE FOLDING PUZZLE. - - The first line was written on the outside, - the rest on the inside. - - - Open this quick - And see the trick, - If there’s a trick about it; - This thing is nice - And low in price, - But one could do without it. - - Some rack their brains - With toil and pains, - In making things fantastic; - But soon they’ll find - If they’re not blind, - They’ll need a purse elastic. - - - - - IN FLORENCE’S ALBUM. - - - A loving heart wears a smiling face, - And a cheerful mind is a source of joy, - She that carries both adorns her race, - And shines bright as gold without alloy. - - - - - WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM - - of Lizzie Leonard, a very tall young girl, at her mother’s home near - Middleboro, Mass., December, 1881. - - - The meanest of creatures low down are found - And slimy reptiles crawl upon the ground, - The innocent birds live in purer air, - And blest are they who find their level there. - - That you may grow to a loftier size, - And increase in wisdom as up you rise, - And ne’er let your height your head turn dizzy, - Shall be my prayer, my young friend Lizzie. - - - - - IN HENRIETTA’S ALBUM. - - - If in your mind good seed you sow, - And nourish it with tender care, - A splendid crop of fruit you’ll grow, - And reap the kind you planted there. - - - - - IN WORTHY’S ALBUM. - - - Watch how regular - Seasons come and go, - Summer brings the rain, - Winter brings the snow, - And the sweet flowers - Never out of tune, - Always wait their turn - And blossom in June. - - Thus from kind nature - This good lesson learn, - Patiently to wait - Till it is your turn, - Then like the flowers - Meekly take your place, - And by pure living - Ornament your race. - - - - - IN FLORA’S ALBUM. - - - By the side of a beautiful river - Whose clear waters continue to flow, - There may you live, happy forever, - And in wisdom and loveliness grow. - - - - - IN ETTA’S ALBUM. - - - The little flowers perfume the air. - And make the earth look pretty and fair, - And that you, my dear, will do your share - To make life sweet, is father’s prayer. - - - - - IN GRACE’S ALBUM. - - - The sun ne’er fails to do his duty, - Nor moon and stars to show their beauty, - Thus sweet little girls are taught the way, - To do their duty day after day, - To work and shine in every place, - And fill the big world with love and--Grace. - - - - - THE GALLOP OF LIFE - - - The infant at home - Unable to roam, - And enter in the fields of strife, - Drops on hands and knees, - In--go as you please, - And starts in the gallop of life. - - He often is dumped - And severely bumped, - When he is learning how to walk; - But he keeps trying, - Even while crying, - Until able to tread the chalk. - - Next he tries talking, - While still or walking, - And coins words not used in the past; - But keeps on gaining, - Without much training, - And really gets on quite fast. - - He’ll soon be at school - And breaking the rule, - Which never is fit till it’s broke; - ’Tis always too tight, - For boys that do right, - And hangs on their neck like a yoke. - - At Sunday School next, - He watches the text, - And the lesson that’s given out; - The teachers are kind, - And easy to mind, - And of Christ he learns much about. - - He’s now a strong boy, - And with shouts of joy - He becomes a player of ball; - He knows where he’s at, - Soon learns how to bat, - And seldom is caught in a fall. - - He wants a pony - To be his crony, - And to carry him on its back; - He masters his horse, - And shows no remorse, - When he hits his pony a whack. - - He loves the water, - Dives like an otter, - And swims with the grace of a seal; - He flounders and flops, - And finally stops, - With skin slippery as an eel. - - He now wants a boat - To sail and to float, - And thinks he could manage a ship; - He bends too much sail. - Is dumped o’er the rail, - And may be ship-wrecked the first trip. - - He has ambition, - And disposition, - To tackle everything men do; - What he lacks in skill, - Is made up with will, - And he always finds a way thru. - - He is now of age, - And tho not a sage, - Is a full fledged American; - Is proud of the fact, - And ready to act, - And to do all the good he can. - - He votes and would fight - For justice and right, - And manfully freedom defend: - No traitor is he, - And never will be, - His country can on him depend. - - When in politics, - He despises tricks, - And sets an example to all: - He’s right in the swim, - Has courage and vim, - And wins without doing things small. - - In war a hero, - When cold as zero, - Or hot as the entrance to hell; - Never stops to think, - Nor halts at the brink, - But bravely does his duty well. - - In the bus’ness crush - He goes with a rush, - And his energy makes things hum: - He holds a full hand, - Is brave in command, - And never shrinks when hard times come. - - His cup now is full. - He has a strong pull, - He’s right in the crisis of strife; - To hold all his gain, - He must bear stiff rein, - He’s riding his gallop of life. - - - - - WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WE KNEW. - - - Where are all the people we knew - In the generations gone past, - The thousands of men, false and true, - And who have disappeared so fast? - Whither have they gone, do you know? - To what vast haven have they sped? - Are they reaping as they did sow? - Are they living, or are they dead? - - They died and were laid in the ground, - And kind words said over their graves, - But some were lost and never found, - And some perished under the waves; - Some were left on the battle field, - And became food for birds and beasts, - Others were forced their lives to yield - That cannibals might have their feasts. - - Some bodies to ashes were burned, - And others have changed into stone, - A few into mummies were turned - And preserved in the skin and bone. - How they died it matters not now, - Nor if their race was lost or won, - They are gone and we meekly bow, - And say--O Lord, Thy will be done. - - Have those bodies been born again? - Were they restored to life and health? - Are they supplied with blood and brain? - Are they in poverty, or wealth? - A God that can revive the dead, - A perpetual life can give, - Therefore we hold it may be said, - The body has but once to live. - - But what has become of the souls, - That lived in the bodies now dead? - Are they counted on the same rolls? - Or have they from their bodies fled? - What is the soul, can you explain? - Is it an invisible thing, - Without flesh or blood, heart or brain, - Can it talk, or fly; can it sing? - - Can it out of the body live? - Is it without physical life? - Has it no need to take or give? - Is it clear of trouble and strife? - If free from the body since death, - Was it not free before it died? - If independent of man’s breath - Why does it adhere to his side? - - If freed at death where does it go? - Methinks that--to Heaven--you say, - And then I ask, how do you know? - Does any person know the way? - Have any come back that went there? - Can any one describe the place? - Is it upon some planet fair, - Or the realm of unbounded space? - - Living bodies have souls, we know, - We hope they live on forever, - So long as man can come and go, - His soul forsakes him never; - But there’s a question to explain, - Does the soul live without the man? - When man goes does the soul remain? - Let any one answer who can. - - - - - THE HONEST MAN. - - - I love the man who speaks the truth, - And never tells a lie, - Whose honesty bloomed in his youth, - And was not born to die. - - I love to see him take his place, - In busy ranks of men, - And love to see his honest face, - Glowing with manhood then. - - In office, or in place of trust, - Watching the people’s vault, - His ev’ry act is right and just, - And no one fears default. - - With soul upright and conscience clear, - And heart in virtue strong, - There is no force can make him steer - In any course that’s wrong. - - He pays his debts whene’er he can - And never should be prest, - No need pursue the honest man, - He always does his best. - - His conscience is his beacon light, - It always guides his way, - His path is blazed with glory bright, - He does not go astray. - - He loves his God and loves his soul, - And knows that both love him; - He gladly yields to their control, - And with them keeps in trim. - - Adversity’s dread winds may blow, - And carry off his wealth, - And fell disease its seeds may sow, - And undermine his health. - - His fortune which is breakable, - His foes may rend apart, - They’ll find his soul impregnable, - And can not break his heart. - - His soul approves each manly deed, - And cheers him in his race, - And in the time of greatest need, - Wreathes smiles upon his face. - - His truest friends endorse his plan, - And admire for his worth, - God’s noblest work, the honest man, - As nothing else on earth. - - - - - BEAUTIFUL THINGS. - - - There’s many an elegant thing - In this beautiful world of ours, - It may be a bird on the wing, - Or a bed of beautiful flowers. - - It may be a mountain, or hill, - Or beautiful valley of green, - And it may be a pond, or mill, - Adorning the beautiful scene. - - There are many rivers that flow, - That are beautiful things to see, - And many dainty plants that grow, - And many a beautiful tree. - - There is many a charming brook, - That becomes a beautiful stream, - As it winds with many a crook, - And with beautiful trout may teem. - - There are oceans mighty in size, - And many a beautiful lake, - With water as blue as the skies, - And that beautiful pictures make. - - There are mountain ranges sublime, - And beautiful forests of trees; - There are rocks grown hoary with time, - And beautiful sights on the seas. - - Many brilliant diamonds are found, - And beautiful rubies and pearls, - And many rich things in the ground, - As beautiful nature unfurls. - - Gold is difficult to obtain, - But a beautiful thing to own, - And tho it is hard to retain, - Few more beautiful things are known. - - A lovely and delightful thing, - Is a beautiful city park, - Which does pleasure to thousands bring, - And a beautiful landscape mark. - - But most charming of things men see, - Gardens of beautiful flowers, - Can fill his heart with ecstacy - And beautiful thoughts for hours. - - A landscape of hill and of dale, - And beautiful river of blue, - With steamers and ships under sail, - Is indeed a beautiful view. - - There are pretty and tasteful homes, - And beautiful capitols grand, - Embellished with towers and domes, - And built on beautiful land. - - There’s sculpture in marble and stone, - Beautiful in work and design, - And monuments standing alone, - Of beautiful progress a sign. - - There are elegant works of art, - And beautiful paintings by man, - And hundreds of things in the mart, - Beautiful in color and plan. - - Even pretty insects there are, - And thousands of beautiful birds - With plumage that glistens afar, - And beautiful cattle in herds. - - Wild beasts that roam over the plain - Are often beautiful to see; - But cannot be used for man’s gain - As the beautiful horse can be. - - There are men of honor and worth, - And women beautiful and mild; - But the handsomest thing on earth - Is a beautiful little child. - - - - - THE NURSE. - - - Among all the duties of life, - A most difficult place to fill, - Is that of the invalid nurse, - To the suffering thousands ill. - - The sacrifice is very great, - That nurses are required to make, - And there is no reason to doubt, - ’Tis made for humanity’s sake. - - A desire to comfort the sick, - Must ever be the ruling thought, - For without a merciful heart, - The work can never well be wrought. - - Sweet pleasures are at her command, - In which she seldom can take part; - She has consecrated herself, - To the grand work that fills her heart. - - Only the noblest human souls - Engage in woman’s highest work, - The selfish and hard-hearted ones, - Can always find excuse to shirk. - - The sick are hard to satisfy, - And the nurse exerts her trained skill, - Sometimes to give, sometimes deny, - And mildly sway the fickle will. - - By sweet smiles and true devotion, - She makes the invalid her friend, - Who appreciates the kindness, - With which she does his wants attend. - - When wild becomes the fevered brain, - The patient thinks the nurse his foe. - Imagines he is in a fight, - And strikes his friend a fearful blow. - - With wondrous strength she holds him down, - “Let go (he cries) I’ll break your head,” - And when his frenzy has expired, - Sinks back exhausted, almost dead. - - Now the nurse’s fine work begins, - The right remedies are applied, - She calls the doctor, orders help, - And does not leave the patient’s side. - - With noble zeal, the doctor’s help, - And support from the patient’s friends, - Reason returns, the strength’s restored, - And the sick man’s condition mends. - - Thru all the trials in her work, - The nurse must wear a smile serene, - The patient may rave, scold and swear, - No frown upon her face is seen. - - The splendid self control she shows, - Is worthy of the highest praise, - May Heaven grant well earned reward, - And fill her life with happy days. - - - - - A SWEET DISPOSITION. - - - Brave deeds have been done and glory oft won, - By the heroic and strong; - Their lives they have braved and thousands have saved, - And well they are praised in song. - - The soldiers who fight for country and right, - And often suffer great pain, - Deserve the applause of friends of the cause, - That they ventured their lives to gain. - - The active and brave, on land and on wave, - We praise for every good deed; - The skill they’ve acquired, is warmly admired, - And people bid them God speed. - - But there’s a small class, that none can surpass, - In whatever condition, - ’Tis those who are blest, with love in the breast, - And a sweet disposition. - - For such is reserved and richly deserved, - The best love our hearts can give; - For we feel quite sure, the sweetest are pure, - And the best people that live. - - ’Tis the warmest love that comes from above, - That fits for its high mission, - The heavenly face abounding in grace, - And a sweet disposition. - - Happy is the mind to virtue inclined, - That can one’s temper control, - And never show wrath, no matter who hath - Grave insults offered its soul. - - ’Tis sound common sense and brings recompense, - To be patient and be good; - His mind must be strong, that never goes wrong, - And always does as he should. - - Great is the delight in knowing one’s right, - In every position, - And happy and rife, is the journey thru life, - With a sweet disposition. - - - - - THE SCOW RACE. - - - There were twenty scows in the fleet, - Waiting at Detroit for a breeze, - They were bound to have a fine meet, - Under the rule--go as you please. - - They were all bound for Anchor Bay - At the north end of Lake St. Clair, - About thirty-five miles away, - And quickly reached when winds are fair. - - “A sail ahoy,” a sailor cried, - I see her coming round the bend, - The wind is from the starboard side, - And seems to give her a fair send. - - “All hands on deck, unlash dem sails, - Jus see de Foam she’s caught the breeze, - Heave dat anchor, come on, you gales, - We’ll beat de Foam wid greatest ease. - - “Hoist de foresail, shake out dem reefs, - We need all de breeze dat’s comin, - Mind your Cap’in we’re not all chiefs, - We’ll soon have de ole scow hummin. - - “Joe, take de helm, Jack, go for’ard, - Hoist de stanin jib, fly aroun, - Up with the flying jib, Dorard, - Hoist de main sail, now off we’re boun. - - “Keep out de current, Joe, look out, - Keep close shore American side. - See dem trying to beat us out, - And Dolphin on Canada side. - - “Never mine rushes, don’t be fraid, - Wine that center board clear up tight, - Now we will lead de whole parade, - We can beat em all goin light. - - “What’s dat, Jack, de Annie’s gainin? - Too much current, Joe, hold her in, - Pay off main sheet, now it’s rainin, - Dat’s good, our ole sails hold more win. - - “See dare! de Sweeper’s ahead now, - She’s boun to pass de light house firse, - Never mine, she’s light draf scow, - In de lak we’ll give her a burse. - - “Here we are in ole Lak St. Clair, - Take de helm, Bob, give Joe a res, - Lots of room here if all play fair, - And we’ll not be de secon bes. - - “See de White Pigeon how she scoots, - She has de bes breeze in de fleet, - Cap’in Isaac swells in his boots, - When he gets home he’ll have to treat. - - “What’s de matter? we’re fallin back, - Dare is four or five ahead now, - See de Lucinda in our track, - And de Ruffin crossin our bow. - - “Set your fore gaff and your main gaff, - Wing out dem sails, mind your helm, Bob, - We’ll let em know we’re not a raff, - To beat us da got a big job. - - “See de Abe Lincoln crawlin up, - She’s hard to beat when by de win. - But wid fair win can’t git de cup. - And we are sure to beat her in. - - “Now de Comet’s pushin hard, - Her big square sail catches de breeze, - I wish we had a good fore yard. - Never mine, she’s only a tease. - - “Git dat ole canvas out de hole, - Lash it to fore riggin each side, - Stretch it out good wid dem pike pole, - Now Miss Comet can step one side. - - “Where’s de Louise an Margaret, - St. Stephen an Napoleon? - De Betsey’s behine, poor old Bet, - De sweet Alvina’s comin on. - - “Where’s de Bronson and de Eugene, - And de Margaret Alice too? - Da’s way behine and can’t be seen. - And de Axford all do she’s new. - - “What’s dat you say, she is groanin, - Fire dat cannon, give em a greet, - When she’s groanin den she’s goin, - De ole Fair Trader leads de fleet, - - “Vansaw, bring out your ole fiddle, - Play--de girl I lef so handy, - Den Sallie go down de middle, - And sweet Yankee doodle dandy. - - “Haul in dat main sheet, come in stays, - Drop anchor, make dat cannon boom, - Cap’in Poquet will git de praise, - De ole Fair Trader’s won de broom.” - - - - - A HAPPY CHOICE. - - - We met at a party, - The greeting was hearty, - And her conduct was lady-like and kind, - I noticed her reserve, - And quickly did observe, - That she was educated and refined. - - She was dressed so neatly. - And she smiled so sweetly, - And her manners were so pleasing to me, - That I felt enraptured, - And was fairly captured, - And I wondered what the result would be. - - My plans were helped along, - By some who did belong, - By friendship and relation to her side; - They called me a good catch, - And sought to make a match, - And see their friend become a happy bride. - - Then I aimed to acquire, - The one I did admire, - And to make her my partner for life; - I did not have a doubt, - That she would carry out, - Ev’ry duty that belongs to a wife. - - I told her my intent, - And asked her to consent, - And promised I would love her evermore; - And then she did reply, - She was pleased to comply, - And love me as she never loved before. - - Now we are man and wife, - Have entered married life, - And are settled in a sweet little home; - I always do my best, - My wife does all the rest, - And neither one has any wish to roam. - - We have a little boy, - Our greatest source of joy, - Of sweet disposition like his mother; - He is a darling pet, - And we will not forget, - Is a tie that binds us to each other. - - We work well together, - Serve and please each other, - And do not know of any better plan; - Our home is one of peace, - And we will never cease, - To make it as attractive as we can. - - My wife is always kind, - She has a noble mind, - And is as good as I thought she would be; - I’ve reason to rejoice, - I made a happy choice, - And that my darling wife is pleased with me. - - - - - BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS. - - - The beautiful flowers turned their faces to me, - And the sweet little flowers threw kisses at me. - The larger flowers gently beckoned to me, - And all the pretty flowers talked love to me. - - I turned toward the river, it was grand to see, - Its banks were as pretty as river banks can be, - The trees dressed in gay colors were smiling at me, - ’Twas a world filled with beauty, with beauty for me. - - - - - THE VALUE OF A FRIEND. - - - How few there are who appreciate - The value of a friend, - Whose love is so deep, sincere and true, - You can on it depend. - - How often amid the storms of life, - A little help you need, - How cheering then to have a friend - That is a friend indeed, - - And when those storms continue to rage, - And friends to shelter go, - The genuine friend stands by you then, - And helps ward off the blow. - - God pity the man who would betray - The Christ-like loving friend, - Whose heart is with him everywhere - And will be to the end. - - - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Crocket McElroy - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 52623-0.txt or 52623-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/6/2/52623/ - -Produced by Larry B. 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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/license - - -Title: Poems - -Author: Crocket McElroy - -Release Date: July 22, 2016 [EBook #52623] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="359" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h1><img src="images/poems.png" -width="450" -height="105" -alt="... POEMS .." -/></h1> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a>{1}</span></p> - -<p class="c">BY<br /> - -<big>CROCKET McELROY.</big><br /><br /> - -<span class="smcap">St. Clair, -Michigan.</span><br /><br /> - -<img src="images/colophon.png" -width="65" -height="64" -alt="[Image of the colophon unavailable.]" -/><br /><br /> - -CHICAGO,<br /> -SCROLL PUBLISHING COMPANY,<br /> -1900.<br /> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a>{2}</span><br /><br /> -Copyrighted, 1900,<br /> -B<small>Y</small> CROCKET McELROY.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a>{3}</span> -</p> - -<p class="c">TO</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Hon. Thomas W. Palmer</span>, Detroit, Michigan;<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Hon. Joseph B. Moore</span>, Lansing, Michigan;<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Captain Byron Whitaker</span>, Detroit, Michigan;<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Henry C. French</span>, Esq., Buffalo, New York;<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Charles A. Calzin</span>, Esq., Marine City, Michigan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">and all my other friends, this book is dedicated.<br /></span> -<span class="i14"><span class="smcap">Crocket McElroy.</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a>{4}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="INDEX" id="INDEX"></a>INDEX.</h3> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><th colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Poems of Patriotism.</span></th></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Our Country and Our Flag,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_009">9</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Flag of Hobson’s Choice,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Old Soldier,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_021">21</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Washington,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_026">26</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Voice for Freedom,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_029">29</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Reconcentrados,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_031">31</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Celebration,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_040">40</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Ode to Ontario,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_042">42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The United States and Canada,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_044">44</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Ode to Our Country,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> - -<tr><th colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Poems of Sentiment.</span></th></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Milk of Human Kindness,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_049">49</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Working Girl,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Wayward Girl,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_056">56</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Rose Cure,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_059">59</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">To a Snow Drop,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_061">61</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Family Song,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_063">63</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Thanksgiving Day,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_064">64</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Parental Advice,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_065">65</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Doctor,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_067">67</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Brotherly Love,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_069">69</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Minister’s Wife,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_070">70</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Nothing to Say,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_073">73</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Heart,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_074">74</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">My Darling Flora’s Margaret,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a>{5}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_075">75</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Rich Sweet Sound of the Human Voice,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_078">78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Man for the Times,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_082">82</a></td></tr> - -<tr><th colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Poems of Feeling.</span></th></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">To My Soul,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_087">87</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Dear Rolla,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_089">89</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">To the Memory of a Good Woman,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_090">90</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">On the Death of Mrs. Maggie Blood,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_091">91</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">To the Memory of Mrs. Fidelia Whitaker,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_093">93</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Braver the Sick,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_095">95</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Do not Die Tonight,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_096">96</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">On the Death of Mary McElroy,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_098">98</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Address to Death,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_100">100</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">To the Memory of Mrs. Hon. Justin R. Whiting,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_106">106</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Captain Archie Morrison,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_109">109</a></td></tr> - -<tr><th colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Poems of Description.</span></th></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Where the Wind Blows,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_113">113</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Ode to Lake Superior,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_117">117</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Dundas Valley,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_118">118</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The St. Clair River,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_119">119</a></td></tr> - -<tr><th colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Miscellaneous Poems.</span></th></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Compensation,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_139">139</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Expansion,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_146">146</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Fear Not, Lorain,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_148">148</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Teacher,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_150">150</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Gem,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_153">153</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The China Wedding,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_154">154</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Honest Man’s Fate,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_155">155</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Time and Tide,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_156">156</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Christmas Day,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_157">157</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Progressive Euchre,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a>{6}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_158">158</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Winner,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_162">162</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Walk by Moonlight,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_163">163</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Painter,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_165">165</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Doctor’s Advice,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_166">166</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Here I Am,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_168">168</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Christmas Turkey,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_169">169</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">To Mrs. Harriet S. DeLano and Her Baby,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_170">170</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">For the Baby,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_171">171</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Lines on My Father,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_171">171</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Advice to a Young Poet,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_172">172</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">An Acrostic,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_173">173</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Charley’s Puppy,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_174">174</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Merry Christmas,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_175">175</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Temperance,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_175">175</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Folding Puzzle,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_176">176</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Florence’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_176">176</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Lizzie Leonard’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_177">177</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Henrietta’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_177">177</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Worthy’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_178">178</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Flora’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_178">178</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Etta’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_179">179</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">In Grace’s Album,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_179">179</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Gallop of Life,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_180">180</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Where Are All the People We Knew,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_184">184</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Honest Man,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_187">187</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Beautiful Things,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_189">189</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Nurse,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_192">192</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Sweet Disposition,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_195">195</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Scow Race,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_197">197</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">A Happy Choice,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_201">201</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">Beautiful Flowers,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_203">203</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top">The Value of a Friend,</td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_204">204</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a>{7}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PART_I" id="PART_I"></a>PART I.<br /><br /> -POEMS OF PATRIOTISM</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a>{8}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a>{9}</span> </p> - -<h3><a name="OUR_COUNTRY_AND_OUR_FLAG" id="OUR_COUNTRY_AND_OUR_FLAG"></a>OUR COUNTRY AND OUR FLAG.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At morning light October twelfth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fourteen hundred ninety-two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With shouts of joy and dreams of wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Columbus and his happy crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sang land ahoy! Sweet land ahoy!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And landing on the virgin soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave thanks to God, in tears of joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And laughed at danger, care and toil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thus became our country known<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A short four hundred years ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet in greatness it has grown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beyond the reach of man to know;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The forests vast have given way<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before man’s mighty march and hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prairie wastes like night to day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have changed to blooming garden land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The savage hosts that here were found<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Living like roving beasts of prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have given up their hunting ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thrown their poisoned darts away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now turning to the arts of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And living on the white man’s plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their wasted numbers will increase,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While they respect the rights of man.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a>{10}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The howling wolf and dreaded bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The buffalo and antelope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the beasts not in man’s care,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are going down the western slope;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate’er obstructs the onward tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the overwhelming march of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must soon be numbered with the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All sacrificed on nature’s plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mighty rivers and great lakes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where once did float the bark canoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are but the means that nature makes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To push man’s grand endeavors thru;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now upon these waters floats<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A commerce of a size so vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(In more than seven thousand boats)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It never yet has been surpassed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And pressing on for conquests new,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The teeming millions reach our shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bore the very mountains thru,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In eager reaching out for more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth gives up its lead and gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its silver, copper, salt, and oil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And countless wealth will yet unfold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere man has ceased to think and toil.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a>{11}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A thousand cities now we show,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And eighty million freemen rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where but four hundred years ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There was no house, or church, or school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a white man yet had trod<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fairest portion of the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The land where all may worship God,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where liberty was given birth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In seventeen hundred seventy-six,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The brave forefathers of this land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tired of tyrannic laws and tricks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Resolved to take a noble stand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So on the fourth day of July<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They said this country must be free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pledged themselves to win or die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fighting for its liberty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then thirteen states together joined<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And declared themselves a nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prouder names were never coined<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than endorsed that declaration.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our country now must have a flag,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be praised in song and story,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No silly or unmeaning rag,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But an emblem of our glory.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a>{12}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flags are made of various types,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our Congress chose for us the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with our handsome stars and stripes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We do not care for all the rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With seven red and six white bars,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A corner field of pretty blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which to set the coming stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now counting three and forty-two.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each star a state does represent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A powerful aggregation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each one has a government,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For its local regulation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So great we’ve grown in width and length,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The truth can hardly be believed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We do not boast of size or strength,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But of the work we have achieved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We sixty thousand schools maintain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the children of our nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where free of cost they can obtain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A liberal education;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sixty thousand churches, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where people freely worship God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn how to love, be good and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For that’s the style on freedom’s sod.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a>{13}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We make ships go ’gainst wind and tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our steamers sail to ev’ry shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on our railroads one can ride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Two hundred thousand miles and more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Franklin brought the lightning down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Morse made it talk thru miles of wire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Edison has gained renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By using it for light and fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We now can hear a thousand miles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ever welcome voice of friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on our little waxen files<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Preserve it till life’s journey ends;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweetest music in the world<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is sung and played for all mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The notes are caught and then unfurled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lift man’s heart and cheer his mind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With gratitude our hearts are filled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the triumphs of our nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll not forget good blood was spilled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fighting for its salvation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love our country and our flag,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And know not how to amend it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when it calls we will not lag<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In rallying to defend it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a>{14}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O how it inspires one to hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When passing by upon the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children sing in school house near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Forever float that standard sheet,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And changing time to music true<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The star spangled banner shall wave,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Following with “Red, white and blue,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cheers for the flag of the brave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In many nations of the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where kings and other tyrants rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people’s rights are little worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Until they learn from freedom’s school;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But monarchs now are growing wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hearts rejoice o’er all the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As freedom’s fires light the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where’er our noble flag’s unfurled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For justice and for liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our country is the champion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll advocate humanity,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where’er man’s rights are trampled on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In quiet peace we aim to live,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Avoiding war whene’er we can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But life and gold we’ll freely give<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To help our suff’ring fellowman.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a>{15}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is no nation that we fear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">However skilled in war or arts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We need no standing army here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our bulwark’s made of human hearts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have no lords, no king to crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But mindful of the bitter past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ve anchored all our virtues down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And nailed our banner to the mast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Respected now o’er all the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In ev’ry country great and small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flag that crowned our nation’s birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Floats proudly with the best of all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now from school house top it flies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on all ships we send to sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grandest flag beneath the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The glorious flag of liberty.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a>{16}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_FLAG_OF_HOBSONS_CHOICE" id="THE_FLAG_OF_HOBSONS_CHOICE"></a>THE FLAG OF HOBSON’S CHOICE.</h3> - -<h4>A SONG.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written June 10th, 1898, to commemorate in verse the great -achievement of Richard P. Hobson and his crew of seven men, in -sinking the steamer “Merrimac,” in the mouth of Santiago harbor, -island of Cuba, under orders of Admiral Sampson.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Hobson saw his country’s need,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Demanded human sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He asked that he might do the deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And give his life to pay the price.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>CHORUS.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Three cheers now, boys, for liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Three cheers again in louder voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For Hobson and his victory,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And for the flag of Hobson’s choice.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He knew the course that he must take<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would lead him to the mouth of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And boldly for his country’s sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He braved the storm of shot and shell.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a>{17}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He knew that mines beset the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where he must go to sink his ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And death would meet him face to face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere he had time to make the trip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He knew his ship was weak and frail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And could not stand the Spanish fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all the signs that he would fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Served but to raise his courage higher.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He knew that bombs embraced his boat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And one good shot would send her high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lose or win, and sink or float,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was ready to do and die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Advised to hoist the flag of Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thus deceive his watchful foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He could not bear his name to stain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quickly gave a manly “No.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The stars and stripes, I love the name,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Thus spake the grand heroic voice.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whether I fall, or rise to fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My country’s flag shall be my choice.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a>{18}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mother’s home might soon be sold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But surely this can never be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His life should take the place of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When given for humanity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He gaged his countrymen right well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And left his mother in their hands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No mortgagee could ever sell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A nation’s hero’s mother’s lands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seven brave men composed his crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All volunteers from Sampson’s fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ev’ry man a hero true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Knowing the danger he must meet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His ship was called the Merrimac,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A noted name in history.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon she’ll sink and block a track,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sacrifice to victory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At morning dawn the start was made,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quick he reached the chosen spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mid storms of shell from hill and glade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hundreds of death dealing shot.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a>{19}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cannons roared, the engine stop’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The anchor then was quickly dumped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All hands ran aft, a float was drop’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And onto it eight heroes jumped.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fuse was lit, the ship blew up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sank upon the proper site,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cervera’s fleet was bottled up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lost all chance to win the fight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A braver deed was never done,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In all the ages of mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since Adam faced the morning sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or Christ inspired the human mind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their duty done, no longer use<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To risk their lives upon that trip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hoisting up a flag of truce<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were taken to Cervera’s ship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Admiral, a gallant man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As ever storm of battle braved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Altho he did not like the plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rejoiced that our brave men were saved.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a>{20}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then he did a noble act,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As human ear has ever heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By telling us the joyful fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sending our brave Sampson word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A thousand cheers now rent the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And echoed all around the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where freedom’s sons and daughters fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will keep our hero’s flag unfurled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brave Hobson has adorned his age,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And nobly won immortal fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His deed will blaze on hist’ry’s page,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the world will praise his name.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a>{21}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_OLD_SOLDIER" id="THE_OLD_SOLDIER"></a>THE OLD SOLDIER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Make your walks level and see they are straight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hang sweet flowers on your open gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throw the blinds apart, raise the curtains high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swing the door open and then stand near by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For an old soldier is coming along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His step now is short and not very strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He uses a crutch to help him along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His heart is honest and his head is clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He blossoms with love and brings you good cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For he’s a good soldier hobbling along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He has but one eye and that is quite weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thanks to his God his good tongue can speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He stops to converse and rest him awhile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And meets an old friend who greets with a smile<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gallant old soldier coming along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little dogs bark when they see the crutch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear he will give them a gentle touch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little boys laugh and he speaks no blame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stops and helps them finish their game,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For he’s a kind soldier coming along.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a>{22}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The boys admire him and bring him a seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gather about to hear him repeat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stories of war in the field and camp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the fort and trench, or on the long tramp,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the brave soldier was talking along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He tells them slowly how the battle begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rattle of muskets and booming gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the soldier’s hopes arose and then fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As cheers were followed by bursting shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the old soldier was marching along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the orders were given fast and thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first one to march, then the double quick;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the brave Colonel led into the fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the battle was hot on left and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the old soldier was running along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the boys in blue gave the rebels fits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they pop’d their heads out of rifle pits.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon drove them behind their breastworks strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where they stood their ground bravely and long,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stop’d the old soldier coming along.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a>{23}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the cannons roared and the bullets hissed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many comrades from the ranks were missed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the Captains shouted high and higher<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stand your ground, boys, load and fire, load and fire,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the old soldier was fighting along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How just as the works of the rebels fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His eye was ruined by a piece of shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And just as the boys were scaling the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His leg was broken by a cannon ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Broken and smashed by a cannon ball.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How sad his thoughts as he lay on the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And felt he was dying from his death wound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But roused by the cheers for victory won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweet consolation for duty well done,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The old hero is still coming along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How he thought as he lay a plan to contrive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To show his comrades he still was alive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And held up his cap with his musket high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So the boys could see it as they passed by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor suff’ring soldier not ready to die.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a>{24}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the boys soon came with an ambulance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gathered him in by good luck and chance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For holding up his cap was taking his breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well they knew he was bleeding to death,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The brave old soldier was bleeding to death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the surgeons laid him on a rough board,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And took off his leg not saying a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They looked at his eye, “ ’Tis useless,” they said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Boys, take him away and put him in bed,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The helpless soldier now lying in bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How six long weeks in hospital he lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prayed for his wife and children each day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How to support them, Lord, give me some plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho broken in pieces I still am a man,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The poor broken soldier still is a man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Paid off and discharged when able to go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With heart as light and pure as the snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He steps on the cars and away is whirled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To realms of love in his own little world,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The loving old soldier coming along.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a>{25}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He has plenty to eat and plenty to wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And draws a pension that frees him from care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife’s contented, his children as neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As any children you see on the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He’s a happy soldier coming along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Boys, don’t run away when your country’s in need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But prove your courage by brave act and deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if you should fall, for you is the fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On tablets of honor, you’ve written your name,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said the brave old soldier coming along.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a>{26}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="WASHINGTON" id="WASHINGTON"></a>WASHINGTON.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">History tells of noble men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of soldiers brave and statesmen great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how they wrought with sword and pen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To raise man to a higher state:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The good and wise in ev’ry age,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Left honored names to lean upon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not a name on hist’ry’s page<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shines brighter than George Washington.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great Hannibal the Alps did cross,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And proudly march on Italy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But suffered a tremendous loss,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By giving way to revelry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Philip won at Charonea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Caesar crossed the Rubicon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alexander conquered Persia;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But nobler was our Washington.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cromwell wielded a dreaded sword.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thousands fell beneath his stroke;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cruelty stained his ill gained hoard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor could time mend the hearts he broke.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peter the Great was truly great<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But tortured to death his own son;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He builded up a mighty state,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But does not rank with Washington.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a>{27}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cincinnatus was good and brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fought for country, not for fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He left his plow his state to save,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gave the world an honored name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mighty in war, in council strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the world famed Napoleon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But oft ambition led him wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This was not true of Washington.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great warriors and statesmen wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have filled the world with their renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often when they gained a prize,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have placed upon their heads a crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And frequently by deeds of shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have lost the glory they had won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No hero e’er had purer fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than modest, honest Washington.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His brave soldiers he grandly led,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With frosted feet and hands all bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the cold earth’s frozen bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Across the icy Delaware;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when they met the foes of right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They shouted loud, “Come on! Come on!!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cheered as they went in the fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hurrah! Hurrah!! for Washington.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a>{28}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A famous battle then was fought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That spread our glory far and wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho thru suff’ring dearly bought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It turned the tide to freedom’s side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not ice, nor cold, nor frozen feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could stop our heroes marching on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So eager they the foe to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fight for love of Washington.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When victory at last was won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the foe driven from our sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people said, “Well done, well done,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our hero said “Thanks be to God.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some wanted him to be their King,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But not a crown would he put on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did ever King a nobler thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than patriot soldier Washington?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The first in war and first in peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the hearts of his countrymen,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A grateful nation ne’er will cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To class him with the wisest men:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For freedom’s cause o’er all the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He prayed and labored, fought and won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where’er his country’s flag’s unfurled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There cheers will rise for Washington.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a>{29}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_VOICE_FOR_FREEDOM" id="A_VOICE_FOR_FREEDOM"></a>A VOICE FOR FREEDOM.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written in 1856, during the struggle in Kansas, between the -pro-slavery and anti-slavery settlers.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Freemen of the north, why stand you still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While fiends in Kansas your brothers kill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you bow down to the tyrant’s God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And worship slavery beneath the rod?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No, never! you cry, no God have we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the God of love and liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Him we’ll bow, and for Him we’ll fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For liberty, justice and our right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then shoulder your arms, prepare for the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rifle provide, take one of Sharp’s best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there on the soil of Kansas do trod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foes of man and blasphemers of God.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">March to the battle, assist the brave few,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now fighting nobly and looking to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let them not look in vain, but lend a hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That will bring freedom and peace to their land.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a>{30}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hark! hear the patriots cry from their graves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Liberty for Kansas, freedom for slaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drive out the foul demons that curse your land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rule you like slaves with a tyrant’s hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For freedom we lived, for country we died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may many heroes lie by our side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere the tyrant wins, to curse with the slave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘The land of the free and home of the brave’.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The heart cries vengeance and justice says fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For peace in Kansas, liberty and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vengeance for our martyrs, peace by their tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where God in mercy may grant us a home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember for God and freedom you fight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never forsake liberty and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stand like a rock and fight to the last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With eyes on the future, hearts on the past.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When you meet your enemies in the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go fight them bravely with no thought to yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But boldly cry out at ev’ry breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Give us liberty, or give us death.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a>{31}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_RECONCENTRADOS" id="THE_RECONCENTRADOS"></a>THE RECONCENTRADOS.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>A Spanish physician on his way from Cuba to Spain, on arriving at -New York about October 1, 1898, was asked about the reconcentrados, -and answered sarcastically, “There are no reconcentrados now.” This -answer was understood to mean that they had all died of starvation -excepting the few that were saved by the United States.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lives there a man in the United States,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That knows of the Cubans’ horrible fates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose cheeks do not burn with the blush of shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he hears these reproachful words of blame—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are the parents feeble, old and gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Driven from their own quiet homes away?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are the children, are they too all dead?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it a fact, can it truly be said—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are the mothers with babes at the breast?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are the infants, are they too at rest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are the sick and all in need of care?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were they left to perish, they are not there?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a>{32}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are the crops of food once stored in domes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around ten thousand humble Cuban homes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Devoured by fire and borne in flames away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No wonder then that men can truly say—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Robbed of their cattle, crops and homes destroyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Years of hard labor in hours rendered void,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Huddled near cities, watched like beasts of prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deprived of food they all have passed away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shorn of liberty, bound in lines of death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They know their fate and dread the buzzard’s breath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They pray for mercy, turn their eyes to God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then fall in death on their loved Cuban sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They beg for bread, but cruel Spain denies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She does not heed heartrending children’s cries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor the mother pleading in anguish wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pray give a morsel to my starving child.”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a>{33}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No father’s prayer, however strong and good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can draw from Spain a single ounce of food;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No mother’s tears, however freely shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can make one less among the Cuban dead:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See the starving babe, hear its wailing cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Searching for food it finds the fountain dry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What sorrow racks the dying mother’s head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The babe must die, alas! the mother’s dead:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See the hollow cheeks, see the sunken eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See the shrivelled limbs, hear the children’s cries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their flesh all gone, reduced to skin and bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With scarcely strength to give a dying moan:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See the poor creatures dropping to the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ravenous vultures hov’ring around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watching life flicker, and with ghoulish shout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greedy to come and tear the vitals out:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a>{34}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear the brave father plead in manly tones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Starve me, tyrant, but spare my little ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then take your dagger and with demon’s art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plunge it to the hilt in my broken heart:”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many are the crimes cruel man has done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the early ages to the present one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of all crimes against the human race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This great crime of Spain brought the most disgrace:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who would think a so called Christian nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would kill the innocent by starvation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When before did the non-combatant’s cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receive the answer—you must starve and die?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Listen, Christendom, hear these people pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor fellow creatures, turn them not away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haste to bring them food, take a manly part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they perish ’twill grieve the Christian heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a>{35}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_PRAYER" id="THE_PRAYER"></a>THE PRAYER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where is the God that tribes with manna fed?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the Christ that gave the thousands bread?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are the men with noble heart and mind?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, O where! is the love of human kind?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where is liberty, is there ground for hope?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is charity, where’s the blessed Pope?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is Germany, freedom loving land?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where’s the Emperor with his helping hand?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where is Russia, nation great and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mighty power to rectify wrong?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is France, rich and beautiful France,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will she not give us one sweet loving glance?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where is Great Britain, land of wealth and fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose acts of kindness glorify her name?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft has she helped the starving sick and sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray come, kind nation, and do so once more.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a>{36}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where is America, land of the free?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most noble country, we appeal to thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know you pity our sorrow and need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our sore distress must make your heart bleed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You are a nation powerful for good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your cars and ships are loaded down with food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mighty with inventions, speedy with plans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is the matter, brave Americans?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Arouse, great country, and if need there be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Break the Spanish bonds and set Cuba free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember Spain is feeble, old and slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lost her glory many years ago.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wars just for conquest there should never be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for the cause of life and liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nations may grasp the sword of righteousness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crush out tyranny and relieve distress.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No other nation has courage to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All other countries to our cries are dumb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our prayers will be to our latest breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, blessed country, and save us from death.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a>{37}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thank God! our country heard the Cuban plea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave notice to Spain: “This shall not be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must not murder and starve any more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The innocent people so near our shore:”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fired with pity, the American heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For humanity’s sake took Cuba’s part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with our heroes on sea and on land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon opened the way for charity’s hand:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Forts were destroyed and the proud Spanish fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Spanish army forced to retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon as ever we possibly could,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sent to the starving ship loads of food:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There has not been since history began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A grander act in the progress of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By so nobly taking poor Cuba’s part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A load was lifted from the human heart:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a>{38}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No braver men e’er fought for liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than risked their lives that Cuba might go free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No holier triumph was ever won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since the record of war was first begun:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No other nation, either young or old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever gave so many millions in gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To feed the starving and set the bond free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the grand cause of human liberty:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Henceforth this saying our maxim shall be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll bear it aloft o’er land and o’er sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that all civilized nations may know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will proudly proclaim wherever we go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherever our grand old flag is unfurled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Cuba, or any part of the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love, mercy, and peace will go with it there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring the oppressed full freedom to share:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a>{39}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nations respect us for the good work done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freely concede the glory we won;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We get the honor, the world gets the gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mankind is lifted to a higher plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">United for peace all nations should be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Protecting man in his right to be free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if one nation man’s freedom restrain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rest should join and restore it again:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Humanity’s cause henceforth must prevail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No nation will dare man’s rights to assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The example we set lays down the plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nations will follow in lifting up man:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There are no reconcentrados now.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a>{40}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_CELEBRATION" id="THE_CELEBRATION"></a>THE CELEBRATION.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>The following verses were written in November, 1889, when it was -supposed the World’s Fair at Chicago, to celebrate the four -hundreth anniversary of the discovery of America, would be held in -1892.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In eighteen hundred ninety-two<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We will have a celebration,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prove our manners good and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By inviting ev’ry nation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll advertise from shore to shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tell how we have expanded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For just four hundred years before,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Christopher Columbus landed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We will build a mighty tower,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much higher than any steeple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give it the strength and power,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To hold twenty thousand people;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll build it strong and very high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And elegant in size and form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So it will please the cultured eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ride triumphant ev’ry storm.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a>{41}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A thousand feet we’ll raise the pile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes, a thousand feet high and more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve hundred feet, a quarter mile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where never building reached before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it is our real intent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To gage its height by measure true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To finding of this continent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fourteen hundred ninety-two.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in the top we’ll place a light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One hundred thousand candle strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guide the trav’ler in the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More than a hundred miles along;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over all a flag will fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The largest, handsomest and best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever charmed the human eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or fired the love in loyal breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When independence day shall come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In eighteen hundred ninety-two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll march to tune of fife and drum,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In every state the union thru,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bless the land we love so dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">United States of America,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten million voices then will cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah!! hurrah!!!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a>{42}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="ODE_TO_ONTARIO" id="ODE_TO_ONTARIO"></a>ODE TO ONTARIO.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hail, Ontario, dear land of my birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blessed Ontario, rich spot of earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Born upon the mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">I’ve played at thy fountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And drank from the sweet rills,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">At the foot of thy hills.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lovely Ontario, land of the free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy Ontario, blessings on thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">I have played with thy boys,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And partook of their joys,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Before school and after,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">With shouts and with laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Glorious Ontario, land of delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peaceful Ontario, great is thy might;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">I have loved thy sweet girls,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And have toyed with their curls,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Kissed the rose on their cheeks,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And then laughed at their freaks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gallant Ontario, land of glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blooming Ontario, grand in story;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Thy ladies are truthful,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Lovely and beautiful,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Safe will the nation be,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">While they have liberty.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a>{43}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sparkling Ontario, land of brave acts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roaring Ontario, with cataracts;<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Thy men are heroes born,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Brave both at night and morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Nobly they stand and fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">For God, truth and the right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beaming Ontario, with beautiful fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teeming Ontario, with bountiful yields,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Rich in great mines of wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Filled with large stores of health,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Great is the love we owe,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Beautiful Ontario.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a>{44}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_UNITED_STATES_AND_CANADA" id="THE_UNITED_STATES_AND_CANADA"></a>THE UNITED STATES AND CANADA.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>On the manner in which the union of these countries should take -place, from an address delivered at Niagara Falls, Ontario, July -4th, 1888.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let it come as the seasons come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With gradual change of weather;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it come as the waters come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quietly mingle together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let it come as the gentle rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Refreshing the air and the land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it come as the golden grain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With promise of harvest at hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let it come as the evening sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the peace and quiet of night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it come as the morning sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a blaze of glory and light.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a>{45}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="ODE_TO_OUR_COUNTRY" id="ODE_TO_OUR_COUNTRY"></a>ODE TO OUR COUNTRY.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>The following blank verse was written in January, 1864, during the -war of the rebellion, when many people in the northern states were -advocating peace on almost any terms.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The constitution our fathers made,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Long may it protect us.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fine example our fathers set,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Long may we follow it.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pure principles our fathers loved,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Long may we cherish them.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The perfect laws that our fathers made,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Long may we obey them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sacredly they pledged their lives and their honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All for their country’s sake, freedom not power;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freely their blood was spilled, battling for justice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All for their country’s sake, they were not selfish;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boldly the trial made, God crowned their efforts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thanks to His providence their country was saved.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grandly their thoughts were framed glowing with wisdom,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a>{46}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wise were the laws they made, all the world blessed them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gray hairs honored them, old age and glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then was their noble work left for their children.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall we their descendants forget the pure motives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That guided our fathers in times of distress?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall we prove unworthy the boon they left us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bravely defend the cause of liberty?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Large is the sacrifice, greatly ’tis needed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freely we grant it, for in God is our trust;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our lives and fortunes like our fathers before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are pledged to the cause of justice and freedom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bravely we’ll defend it, let no traitor destroy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The land of our fathers, the home of the free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With strong arms and stout hearts we’ll continue to fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In perfect faith that God will favor the right.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a>{47}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a>PART II.<br /><br /> -POEMS OF SENTIMENT</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a>{48}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a>{49}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_MILK_OF_HUMAN_KINDNESS" id="THE_MILK_OF_HUMAN_KINDNESS"></a>THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What is it lures the tender heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From paths of joy and pleasures sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rush into the crowded mart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lift the fallen to their feet?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What is it prompts the loving soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To go among the poor and sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sorrow and the empty bowl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stir one’s compassion to the quick?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why should one go where hunger reigns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And meet the dreaded starving face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where life is full of aches and pains,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sickness finds a brooding place?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why go where dread disease prevails,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And screams and groans afflict the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where death the struggling life assails,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And feel the pang of sorrow’s dart?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why go not to the palace grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where fruits and wines await the guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With works of art on ev’ry hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bask in comfort, peace and rest?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a>{50}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why go not where the flowers bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And birds make music in the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all is joy, there is no gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And life and health ride on the breeze?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is it for love of doing good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And working out the Master’s plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or doing as all others should,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To elevate our fellow man?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a motive in the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That moves to noble, gen’rous deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sacrifice and actions kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to relieving human needs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some ruling thought, some spirit fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or inward spring I can not see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate’er it is, love must be there.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O that I knew what it can be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Arouse, my soul, increase my sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awake, my muse, stay my blindness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! now I see by brighter light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis the milk of human kindness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a>{51}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is a fountain whence it flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A source from whence it takes its start,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reviving hopes as on it goes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That fountain is the human heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God bless the hearts that feed the stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That fills the soul with tenderness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God bless the lives that yield the cream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the milk of human kindness.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a>{52}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_WORKING_GIRL" id="THE_WORKING_GIRL"></a>THE WORKING GIRL.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Text: A newspaper item said that shop girls are often insulted on -the streets by men who assume that they are immoral because they -are poor.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am only a working girl, ’tis true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my mother a widow poor and weak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am glad when I find some work to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the bloom has faded from mother’s cheek.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are four little ones to clothe and feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mother must work sixteen hours a day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She struggles hard to provide what they need,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I know is wearing her life away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am old enough to go out and work,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And healthy and strong, thanks to mother’s care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not bear my duty to shirk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mother’s burdens I am pleased to share.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The money I earn pays for coal and rent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mother furnishes the food we eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev’ry dollar she gets is wisely spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our cottage is always clean and neat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_053" id="page_053"></a>{53}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother takes washing and sewing to do,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And works like a slave until late at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I help her each evening an hour or two,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And don’t complain for I know it is right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I go to the church and the Sunday School,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And perform all my duties well and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I strive hard to live by the golden rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that’s about all a poor girl can do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’re not so unhappy as you might think,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For love reigns supreme in our humble dome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho often near to starvation’s brink,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No money could coax me to leave my home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother is cheerful and good as can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sings to us nightly songs that are choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sound ever heard is so dear to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the rich sweet sound of my mother’s voice.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a>{54}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I met a strange man on the street one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a dashing style and a brazen cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who said “Good night, my dear, just come my way,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And alarmed me so that I could not speak.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I hastened to mother’s protecting arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And asked if a poor girl must be on guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who claims neither beauty, nor loving charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And whose dress cost only five cents a yard.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll tell you, my dear, for I understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why that bold bad man set your head awhirl.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He saw that poverty held you in hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you were only a poor working girl.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But tell me, mother, have the poor no rights,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must one be rich to command respect?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our minister tells us that God delights,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the honest and poor of ev’ry sect.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I know, my dear, what the ministers preach,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I state the fact so well as I can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho Christ has proclaimed what his priests shall teach,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They have not overcome the sin in man.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a>{55}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Some men are good as they know how to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While others repel life’s chastening rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rich meet temptations we never see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The good honest poor are nearest to God.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thanks, my dear mother, your life is my guide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I will work night and day just as you do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When temptation comes I’ll thrust it aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grow nearer to God and nearer to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When my work in this life has all been done,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I will wend my way to the gates of pearl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And present this plea to the Holy One:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Dear Lord, I am only a working girl.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a>{56}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_WAYWARD_GIRL" id="THE_WAYWARD_GIRL"></a>THE WAYWARD GIRL.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Suggested by reading the testimony of the severe whippings given -with the “cat o’ eight tails” in the Industrial School for Girls at -Adrian, Michigan. Written May, 1899.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strip off my clothes, expose my back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From shoulder to the hip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold fast my hands in vise like rack,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor once let go the grip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now raise your weapon high in air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And strike with all your might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On my poor back now white and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor hide the brutal sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A single lash is not enough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bring the color quick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A “cat o’ eight tails” strong and tough,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will sooner make me sick.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rain down the blows nor halt to rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till you are out of breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another brute with equal zest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will whip me most to death.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a>{57}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See now the color pinky bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But just over my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There still remain some streaks of white,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Don’t miss this vital part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Measure your blows and deal them straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bring out the redder hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor let your cruel strokes abate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till all is black and blue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now burns my back as if by fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Red roasted in a flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What more can cruel fate require,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my poor trembling frame?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I shrink with fear, I scream with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I pray “O spare my life,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So squeals the pig and squeals in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For deeper goes the knife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My voice is hushed, I faint, I choke,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Death hovers closely by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down falls another last hard stroke,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Take that, you wretch, and die.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a>{58}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Michigan, my Michigan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let your heart strings unfurl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blot out the stain of Adrian,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pity the wayward girl.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_ROSE_CURE" id="THE_ROSE_CURE"></a>THE ROSE CURE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written for Rose Gearing, a grandchild seven years old, while at -Lorain, O., November, 1897.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One day I went out walking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the road was hard and long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No friend was with me talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And no bird gave out a song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The air was raw and chilly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The warm summer days had past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My path was rough and hilly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flowers were fading fast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The winds were blowing madly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lake Erie was lashed to foam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I was feeling sadly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Two hundred long miles from home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I tried to stop that feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And remove it from my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what would do the healing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was a thing I had to find.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a>{60}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I thought of a nice river,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the water ever flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But God the mighty giver,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon reminded me of Rose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart with joy went beaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My spirits were lifted up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away went idle dreaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I had found the healing cup.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hereafter when in sadness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bewailing ill-fortune’s blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My thoughts will turn with gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the love of my sweet Rose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I need elixir,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is pleasant, safe and sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll go to my sweet mixer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quickly take—The Rose Cure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know of nothing neater,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than my darling’s love for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none more pure, or sweeter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than my love for her shall be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a>{61}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="TO_A_SNOW_DROP" id="TO_A_SNOW_DROP"></a>TO A SNOW DROP.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>The following verses were suggested by seeing a large and beautiful -drop of snow, in the form of a star, descend slowly and gradually -melt away on my clothing. The first three verses came to me -spontaneously and come the nearest to being an inspiration of -anything I have written up to January, 1888. I had only to write -down the words, which were ready without the labor of composition. -I mention this fact not because there is any merit in the verses, -but because I had a touch of inspiration, and have ever since -believed that writers and speakers are sometimes inspired with -thoughts that come to them without passing thru the process of -thinking. Written December, 1859.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A little thing of icy clearness.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came dropping from the sky above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Filling joyful hearts with gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And others with the tears of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For while hearts are upward bending,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Humbly praying for food to eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others joy and mirth are blending,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Making their many pleasures sweet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet this little drop keeps falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And covers up man’s darkest deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if ’twere its only calling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To drive temptation from our heads.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a>{62}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let this pure emblem’s features,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Teach what we owe to God above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to all our fellow-creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make a payment with our love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a>{63}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_FAMILY_SONG" id="A_FAMILY_SONG"></a>A FAMILY SONG.</h3> - -<p class="c"><span class="smcap">Tune</span>: <i>A Life on the Ocean Wave</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A home with my darling wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along with my children dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away from trouble and strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From sorrow, danger and fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let some be gloomy and sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I shall be happy and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wife be joyful and glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our children full of glee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No storms shall darken our path,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The way is open and straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er yield our reason to wrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But aim for Heaven’s wide gate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twill open and let us in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Lord be glad to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living in Heaven with Him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My wife and children and me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a>{64}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THANKSGIVING_DAY" id="THANKSGIVING_DAY"></a>THANKSGIVING DAY.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">In this beautiful world,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Where love’s flag is unfurled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And given free scope to wave and entwine;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">It does not become man<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To complain of the plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Established by a Creator divine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">And on Thanksgiving Day<br /></span> -<span class="i5">While we sing and we pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give thanks for the rich stores we possess;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Our hearts should open wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To the poor by our side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take measures to relieve their distress.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">For happy is the part,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Where there’s love in the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lighten the sorrows of one in need;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And peace comes to the breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">When we help the distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, O God, what joy comes from a good deed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_065" id="page_065"></a>{65}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="PARENTAL_ADVICE" id="PARENTAL_ADVICE"></a>PARENTAL ADVICE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Composed for the occasion of the marriage of my daughter, Flora, to -Howard C. Beck, June 17th, 1891.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Howard and Flora, there’s a beautiful land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where trees and flowers grow pretty and sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where many kind friends will lend you a hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And line with pleasure a path for your feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis not among stars that twinkle with light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis not in the moon so cheerless and cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis not just beyond great shadows of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To reach it requires no silver or gold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This beautiful land is easily found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its gates are open to virtue and worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where peace and good will and reason abound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This beautiful land is this lovely earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you would enjoy this beautiful land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And crown with glory the days you have spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let heart beat to heart and hand join with hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And travel thru life in peace and content.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_066" id="page_066"></a>{66}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your aim should be high, your walk should be straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your lives fill with joy your parents and friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your record keep bright and honor your state,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tread the true path where happiness tends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Howard, should Flora once chance to go wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With kind loving words the stain wash away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she shows weakness then you should be strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quarrels never will darken your way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flora, should Howard a moment be weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stray from the path that leads men above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t hasten to bring a blush to his cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But cover his fault with mantles of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus in harmony and peace may you dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your knowledge expand, your pleasures increase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Always be happy and always be well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And end your journey in Heaven and peace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_067" id="page_067"></a>{67}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_DOCTOR" id="THE_DOCTOR"></a>THE DOCTOR.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it drives thru mud and sleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At break-neck speed along the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor stops for cold nor stops for heat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until he rests close by your feet?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it comes at dead of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thieves are out and dogs do bite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hastens to the dismal light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And greets you with a warm good-night?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it asks the reason why,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That on a sick bed you should lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And answers to the sad reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My friend, I will not let you die?”<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it startles in his dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thinks he hears his patient scream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gives of life its very cream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To save you from the downward stream?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_068" id="page_068"></a>{68}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it takes his life in hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And promptly comes at your command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When cholera is in the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or small-pox with its dreaded brand?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it comes with gentle tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When life is hanging by a thread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And racks the brain within his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lift you from a dying bed?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it tells the loving friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In kindest words that tongue can bend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All things in nature have an end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my poor patient cannot mend?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who is it knows our secrets best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The failing arm, the weakened chest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And keeps those secrets in his breast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until we reach our final rest?<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then to the man whose heart is true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who does for us all man can do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll render love and honor due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trust our lives forever to—<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The Doctor.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_069" id="page_069"></a>{69}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="BROTHERLY_LOVE" id="BROTHERLY_LOVE"></a>BROTHERLY LOVE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O may our hearts in love unite,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our spirits shun all temptation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our souls incline to truth and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our minds in love to all creation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each other’s faults let us retrieve,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our portion of love divide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each other’s loads a share receive,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bear with them on ev’ry side.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let conscience dictate, our minds obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our erring footsteps be retraced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our fallen brother gone astray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be welcomed back, in love embraced.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then will God be pleased to bless us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fill our lives with love and light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then will He sweet mercy grant us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While we uphold the truth with right.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_070" id="page_070"></a>{70}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_MINISTERS_WIFE" id="THE_MINISTERS_WIFE"></a>THE MINISTER’S WIFE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written on the occasion of the marriage of my daughter, Worthy, to -Rev. G. N. Kennedy, October 17th, 1892.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A beautiful crown awaits you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the realm of your chosen life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No higher duty commands you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than to be a minister’s wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The road you are now to travel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is high over the common plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when you have reached its level,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You must rise above it again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You must go onward and upward,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor halt in your journey thru life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s always work in Christ’s vineyard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the faithful minister’s wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis a difficult role to fill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the work will never be done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if you take hold with a will,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then half the victory is won.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_071" id="page_071"></a>{71}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grapple with boldness and courage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The duties to which you’re assigned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And use all your strength and knowledge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In work for the good of mankind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Always be pleasant and cheerful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Forgiving, consoling and kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak soothing words to the tearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bring light to the hearts of the blind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Help, O help the poor and the sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Help them with tears, labor and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Help them out when sorrows are thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Help them in the kingdom above.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s a veil that obstructs our view,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the beautiful higher life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You should try hard to break it thru,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For you are a minister’s wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Be a helpmeet to your husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Relieve him of burdens and care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the noble work of his hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will bring you in glory to share.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_072" id="page_072"></a>{72}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherever duty may place you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In all the relations of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember, father commands you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be a model minister’s wife.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_073" id="page_073"></a>{73}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="NOTHING_TO_SAY" id="NOTHING_TO_SAY"></a>NOTHING TO SAY.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You ask me some verses to write,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But when I have nothing to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had much rather keep quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than write in a roundabout way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But as nature is always kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perhaps she’ll assist me today,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus I’ll be able to grind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some verses on—nothing to say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis a splendid maxim, I’m told,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I do not doubt what they say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will do for young and for old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never speak when you’ve nothing to say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now if you will let me advise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This maxim you’ll always obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do just like the good and the wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never speak when you’ve nothing to say.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_074" id="page_074"></a>{74}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_HEART" id="THE_HEART"></a>THE HEART.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The heart like a sponge may drink to its fill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But unlike the sponge there is room in it still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fill it with sorrow and pack it with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One touch of sweet love revives it again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crush it, abuse it, it bleeds like a sieve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tender it kindness, it holds all you give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pound it, and shake it, until it is sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its love is as sweet as ever before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sad it becomes without love to bless it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeply it mourns for friends to caress it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deprived of love it loses its power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watered with hope it blooms like a flower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear is the heart that friends safely can trust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peaceful the bosom when the heart is just,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blest is the heart when its love is secure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy the friends loved by hearts that are pure.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_075" id="page_075"></a>{75}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="MY_DARLING_FLORAS_MARGARET" id="MY_DARLING_FLORAS_MARGARET"></a>MY DARLING FLORA’S MARGARET.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>The following poem was written to soothe and comfort my daughter -Flora, when lying low with typhoid fever in Detroit, while her then -only child, Margaret, thirteen months old, was at my house in St. -Clair. The acts attributed to the child actually occurred.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come to my arms, my little sprite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And help me in some verses write<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How one can be so strong and bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And little more than one year old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many good things I learn from thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How sweet to smile and cheerful be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That would adorn my life’s own page,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho I am fifty times your age.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My darling Flora’s Margaret.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What does she say when looking wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gazing straight into my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wondering if I understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pretty sounds at her command?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men of great wealth may own their towns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kings and queens may wear their crowns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not care for crowns or herds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I interpret baby words.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My darling Flora’s Margaret.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_076" id="page_076"></a>{76}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But listen! something jars the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My pretty pet has had a fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quick she rises from the floor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling as sweetly as before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She seems to know life’s just begun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oft she’ll fall ere it is done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus she teaches fallen men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With cheerfulness to rise again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My darling Flora’s Margaret.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love to see her bright blue eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shine like Venus in the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love to see her dimpled hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That do whate’er her will commands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love to see and count her toes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gently touch her handsome nose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love her smile, I love her charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love to take her in my arms.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My darling Flora’s Margaret.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_077" id="page_077"></a>{77}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She slaps me hard to make me cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then watches for the swelling eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when she sees that I am sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kisses me quick to make me glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then rubs her cheek against my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clasps me in a fond embrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O that my life could be so good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As bubbling, loving, babyhood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My darling Flora’s Margaret.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They tell me that Heaven is grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A beautiful and happy land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagination hath its dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And unknown things delightful seem;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask no land more grand than this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where babies live to swell our bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sickness out this world would be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A happy land for all like me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father’s pride, her grandma’s pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My darling Flora’s Margaret.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_078" id="page_078"></a>{78}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_RICH_SWEET_SOUND_OF_THE_HUMAN_VOICE" id="THE_RICH_SWEET_SOUND_OF_THE_HUMAN_VOICE"></a>THE RICH, SWEET SOUND OF THE HUMAN VOICE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many sounds are heard by the human ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sounds that are delicate, or loud and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rustling of leaves by the gentle breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the hurricane crashing thru the trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sounds in the mountains and sounds on the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sounds wherever man happens to be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of all known sounds the sound of man’s choice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sweet little birds can charm by the hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the songs they sing with all their power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How freely they stretch their dear little throats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they pour out floods of delicious notes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And few are the sounds man ever has heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More pleasing to him than songs of the bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still he can say, the sound of his choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cracking bud of the bursting flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spattering rain drops from the shower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bark of the dog when he barks in play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rumble of wheels on the hard highway,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_079" id="page_079"></a>{79}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The babble of brooks as they run along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the cataract’s never ending song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are sounds that are cheering, and still man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The rattle of war when great armies clash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The howling tornado’s terrible crash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The splashing of waves on the ocean shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The startling grandeur of the thunder’s roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The alarming sound of the cannon’s boom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bursting volcano threat’ning doom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are sounds that are thrilling, but still man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sweet violin in a master’s hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gives delightful music at his command;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is made to imitate many sounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man often hears in his daily rounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The human voice and the warble of birds,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to almost express these sounds in words;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But tho ’tis charming, the sound of man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_080" id="page_080"></a>{80}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pianoforte can delight and please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a Paderewski fingers the keys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great church organ has inspiring notes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That expand the music from human throats;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cornet’s shrill notes are stirring and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill the music loving soul with cheer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of all known sounds the sound of man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The martial music of the fife and drum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That calls the nation’s defenders to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the thrilling chorus brass bands produce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are grand when applied to the country’s use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even the bagpipe’s persistent humming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sweet when it means relief is coming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nevertheless the sound of man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not a sound of instrument ever heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor loveliest note of the singing bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor sounds produced by the wave, or the wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compare to the voice of a Jenny Lind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when Patti sings, O heaven! how sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the entrancing voice her hearers greet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus proving it true, the sound of man’s choice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_081" id="page_081"></a>{81}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It may be the voice of a loving friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kindly offering your sorrows to mend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voices of children engaged in play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And happily passing the time away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the gentle voice of a sister dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’erflowing with tenderness, love and cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then it must be, the sound of man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It may be a father warning his son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kindly teaching him the course to run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a mother pleading in accents mild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O God, have mercy on my darling child;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice of a father, sister, or brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tender voice of a loving mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make clear the fact that the sound of man’s choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rich, sweet sound of the human voice.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_082" id="page_082"></a>{82}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_MAN_FOR_THE_TIMES" id="THE_MAN_FOR_THE_TIMES"></a>THE MAN FOR THE TIMES.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The man for the times is one with a soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a heart that is tender and sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who keeps his conscience in his own control,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And who bends his ear to the ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mind should be clear and his body strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his habits correct and clean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He should stand for right and fight against wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rise above everything mean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His views should be broad, liberal and wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his acts conform to his views,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick to listen to humanity’s cries,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And give every creature his dues.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bomb proof against bribes and corruptions base,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With record and honor unstained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proving always the right man for the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With no conduct to be explained.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wide awake to the progress of events,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Marching with the leaders of thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watching what science creates and prevents,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And what wonders are being wrought,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_083" id="page_083"></a>{83}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Master of electricity and steam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Also compressed and liquid air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the power contained in wind and stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And know how these forces compare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wireless telegraph and telephone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Should be simple toys in his hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all sciences that to man are known,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He should fairly well understand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He should keep posted in man’s inventions,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his rapid progress in art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in all proper works and intentions,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Take a leading and manly part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With courage and noble ambition,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He should grasp the problem of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise the standard of man’s condition,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or perish in the throes of strife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His heart should be fired with burning love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his suffering fellowman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his soul fragrant with balm from above,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Should elevate the human plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Large hearted, whole souled and lofty in aim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not worshiping dollars and dimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But working always for honor and fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such will be—the man for the times.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_084" id="page_084"></a>{84}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_085" id="page_085"></a>{85}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PART_III" id="PART_III"></a>PART III.<br /><br /> -POEMS OF FEELING</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_086" id="page_086"></a>{86}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_087" id="page_087"></a>{87}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="TO_MY_SOUL" id="TO_MY_SOUL"></a>TO MY SOUL.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When passions lure thee to deeds of shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorely tempt thee to stain thy name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arouse thy manhood, let virtue win,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carefully shun the path of sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Turn away! turn away, my soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When boon companions present the cup<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sparkling liquor for thee to sup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reject the offer, don’t stop to think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For snakes lie hidden in the first drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Keep away! keep away, my soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the gambler tempts thee to his den,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where a dollar ventured brings back ten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell him begone, you’ve a better plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll work for wealth like an honest man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be honest! be honest, my soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When rogues approach thee with scheme and plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For helping them rob your fellowman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With indignation, rebuke and scorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make the rascals wish they’d ne’er been born,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Act bravely! act bravely, my soul!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_088" id="page_088"></a>{88}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When brazen women with tricks and snares,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek to entrap thee within their lairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beware! O beware! The fatal spell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hurries men down to death and hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fly away! Fly away, my soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When cares and troubles distract thy brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And weigh thee down with sorrow and pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cling to thy virtues with all thy strength,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And life’s great battle you’ll win at length,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be manly! be manly, my soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When fortune crowns thee with earned success,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cease not to think, or to labor less,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But kindle anew the fires of youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bravely uphold the cause of truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be noble! be noble, my soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And should you perchance be called a fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For striving to live by Christian rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be not discouraged, but brave and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adhere to the right, denounce the wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have courage! have courage, my soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pleasures of earth and heaven too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are due to the good, the wise and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then rejoice, my heart, the way is clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a life of love and right good cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be happy! be happy, my soul!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_089" id="page_089"></a>{89}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="DEAR_ROLLA" id="DEAR_ROLLA"></a>DEAR ROLLA.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Verses on the death of a child about three years old, written to -comfort his parents.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear Rolla, tho gone, is just gone on before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To welcome you home to a happier shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time will soon come when you, too, will away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the home of the Lord with Rolla to stay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Christ loves little children and calls them away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep their sweet charms for a happier day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the flowers you plant to adorn and bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has gone to sweeten your heavenly home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By Christ he was called, by God he was given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You gain by the loss an interest in heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your hearts now are broken, your reason most wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So deep is your grief o’er the loss of your child.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In God, your kind Father, rest hope and belief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And He in His mercy will bring you relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have faith in His power, believe in His love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And He’ll lead you in safety to heaven above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Rolla’s charming voice so sweet and so true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is calling, “Pa and ma, I’m waiting for you.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_090" id="page_090"></a>{90}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="TO_THE_MEMORY_OF_A_GOOD_WOMAN" id="TO_THE_MEMORY_OF_A_GOOD_WOMAN"></a>TO THE MEMORY OF A GOOD WOMAN.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gone from a life full of sorrow and care,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gone to that realm where the good only go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gone from a world where true pleasure is rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gone to that place so delightful to know.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now she will find the rest so long needed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now she is free from all toil and burthen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now she will meet the Lord she has heeded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now her sweet soul is happy in heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No one can fill the place she left vacant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No mother now teach her children the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No grief can come to her home so distant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No perils of life endanger her stay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O may her spirit shine forth like a star,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O may its light ever brighten our path,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O may it lead where she awaits us afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O may her love ever save us from wrath.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet be thy home, dearest mother and friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet as the peace that can never depart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet be thy life in the world without end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet as the love that o’erflowed from your heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_091" id="page_091"></a>{91}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="MEMORIAL_LINES1" id="MEMORIAL_LINES1"></a>MEMORIAL LINES.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>On the death of Mrs. Maggie Blood, an exceedingly bright and -popular young wife.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O God! why teach us how to love so strong?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why make our hearts so warm, soft and tender?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why fill the world with happiness and song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since we must all to cold death surrender?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why take from us this good and noble life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In spite of love and skill in human arts?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This precious daughter, sister, loving wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And make us weep and mourn with broken hearts?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why take the brightest and best in the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And leave those behind we can better spare?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it to place them at Thy own right hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where bliss eternal they will ever share?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Does heaven demand this great sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That we should have cause to love it the more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think less of this earth with its sin and vice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Take more interest in the other shore?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_092" id="page_092"></a>{92}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When earth is deprived of the good and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Do they join Thy hosts in the world above?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O tell us, God, is Maggie there with You,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Safe, well and happy in the realm of love?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How will it be known when the answer comes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must we show our faith ere we can hear it?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then drive the sorrow from our saddened homes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Thou, O God, hast power to do it.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_093" id="page_093"></a>{93}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="TO_THE_MEMORY" id="TO_THE_MEMORY"></a>TO THE MEMORY</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Of Mrs. Fidelia Whitaker, the excellent wife of my old and good -friend, Byron Whitaker of Detroit, Michigan. Mrs. Whitaker had many -fine qualities, and commanded my respect and esteem to a high -degree.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come listen, friends, the while I paint<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon your hearts a picture true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of one whose love was never faint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But full and strong and true to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No master’s skill can I command,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To imitate a face so fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But love will help to guide my hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And draw the lines with tender care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First I will mark those large bright eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So full of life, so full of cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sparkling with love yet meek and wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Touching our hearts to draw them near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That noble brow I next observe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fountain of thoughts so pure and sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teaching us all the way to serve<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our fellow men whene’er we meet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_094" id="page_094"></a>{94}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now as a whole I will define,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That pleasant smile, that charming face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That beams with joy in ev’ry line,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wraps our hearts in love’s embrace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft have we felt the friendly glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That bubbled from her gen’rous soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like as a spring whose overflow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yields cooling draughts to make us whole.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her tender voice no more is heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her friendly acts and pleasant way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her gentle hand and soothing word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are gone away, all gone away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But graven on our aching hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her loving face is firmly cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fortune’s sway, nor sorrow’s darts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can wash it out while life doth last.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_095" id="page_095"></a>{95}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="BRAVER_THE_SICK" id="BRAVER_THE_SICK"></a>BRAVER THE SICK.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brave are the soldiers who go forth to fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho chances of death are one in a hundred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave are the sailors who stand for the right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho the hours of battle are soon numbered.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brave are the life savers who plunge in the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rescue the drowning and land them on shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But braver the sick who long suffer pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bear it as Christ once bore it before.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_096" id="page_096"></a>{96}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="DO_NOT_DIE_TONIGHT" id="DO_NOT_DIE_TONIGHT"></a>DO NOT DIE TONIGHT.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written in answer to the poem “If I Should Die Tonight.”</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Do not die tonight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your friends would sadly miss your pleasant face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their joy depart and sorrow take its place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their hearts would mourn for one they loved so long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And solemn hymns displace the joyful song.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kind loving words might stay their grief awhile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But naught could take the place of thy sweet smile<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If you should die tonight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Do not die tonight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your friends all know how your warm heart doth bleed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sympathy and love for all in need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How oft by kind words and good deeds you prove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The depth, and strength, and wealth of human love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beautiful flowers will bloom by your side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all your friends rejoice you have not died,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If you will stay and do not die tonight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_097" id="page_097"></a>{97}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Do not die tonight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your wayward friends will all return to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetting days when they were not so true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eyes that chilled with cold and selfish glance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will beam with love and glow with radiance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And evermore will bless your happy way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And change your night into bright and cheerful day,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If you will stay and do not die tonight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Do not die tonight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your friends will fondly kiss your sweet white brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dearly love you, warmly love you now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They know how nobly you have done your part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How sweet your friendship, true and warm your heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Henceforth their love will be more manifest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So please postpone the day of death and rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And do not die, pray do not die tonight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_098" id="page_098"></a>{98}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="MEMORIAL_LINES2" id="MEMORIAL_LINES2"></a>MEMORIAL LINES</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>On the death of my niece, Mary McElroy, of Lapeer, Michigan, a -bright, intelligent and amiable girl, twenty-one years old.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grieve not, dear parents, your duty is done,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your daughter is safe in the land of rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You brought into life this beautiful one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And led her in ways, the wisest and best.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grieve not, dear brothers, Mary is not lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She has only gone to a better home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where bliss eternal is had without cost,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There she will patiently wait till you come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cherish her memory, think of her kindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Follow her good ways in actions and talk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let her light guide you, wander not blindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O walk the same path that Mary did walk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grieve not, loving friends, Heaven is brighter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Richer and sweeter since Mary is there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the tears you shed make your hearts lighter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Mary’s sweet voice will plead for your care.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_099" id="page_099"></a>{99}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grieve not for Mary, her sorrows are past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She trod the bright path of truth and honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No life e’er so sweet forever can last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho decked with the crown love placed upon her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gloomy this sad world now seems without her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wretched and lonely to hearts in distress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cut down in spring-time, life all about her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deep is the sorrow we cannot express.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Loving and truthful, pleasant and cheerful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pride of her father, charm of her mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delight of her friends, spirits so youthful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heart always open unto each brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gentle as ev’ning, bright as the morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet as the flowers that shine by her side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will bloom again at the great dawning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Heaven’s broad gates are opened out wide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take her loving soul, kind God, to Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Surround her with joys as sweet as can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Return her ten fold the love she has given,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Welcome, kind Savior, dear Mary to Thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100"></a>{100}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="AN_ADDRESS_TO_DEATH" id="AN_ADDRESS_TO_DEATH"></a>AN ADDRESS TO DEATH.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>The following article was suggested and started while sympathizing -with a neighbor’s family in the loss of a young child stricken -suddenly by death, but was not completed until after the death of a -much loved lady school teacher, when it was finished on the request -that I write something for the memorial exercises, February, 1894. -I was very busy at the time and this, my first literary wrestle -with Death, was hot and fast.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hail, Death! But why need we hail thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou comest without our call;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yea, thou comest when wanted not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou comest when and where thou wilt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And choosest whom thou wilt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art no respecter of time, or conditions.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou takest thy victims from every age and station.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None so venerable that thou would’st spare them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None so strong thou canst not conquer them:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">None so pure as to be exempted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None so humble as to escape thy notice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The good and the bad are at thy mercy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, not that, for thou hast no mercy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherever man goest, thou goest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deepest caverns of earth;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101"></a>{101}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The highest mountain top;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The darkest, densest forest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand miles of stormy sea afford no protection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Go whither man may, thou pursuest him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Side by side thou marchest with him, like a treacherous friend, ready at any moment to become his murderer.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The barricades of parental love that shield the tender lives of innocent childhood, are as cobwebs before thy relentless power for destruction.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Naught can stay thy gluttonous appetite for victims.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou hadst discretion we would fear thee less; but thy cruel drag net is set for all, and there is no escape from thy devouring grasp.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We charge thee, Death, with unwonted cruelty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are those whom thou might’st spare for the general good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the young, the happy, and the useful; innocent babes in their mother’s arms; prattling darlings on their father’s knees;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102"></a>{102}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">happy boys and girls in the temples of learning, active and ambitious young men and young women, these, all these are some only whom thou could’st pass by for a time when reaping thy harvest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is another class, Death, whom I would plead for: it is that noble class engaged in the high calling of training the youthful mind and fitting it for the duties of life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thou would’st spare any, spare these.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enter not, O cruel Death! Enter not the school house door.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rob us not of the noble teachers, whose loving-kindness, gentle words, and pleasant smiles, have drawn around them the heart strings of affectionate children, unused to sorrows, untrained in the mysteries and miseries of life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lacerate not their tender hearts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Break not these strong ties of affection.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand off! Keep away! Lay not your tyrant hands on loving childhood’s noble friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I plead in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My prayer comes too late.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It would have come too late had it come sooner.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103"></a>{103}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All human ingenuity, all human power falls before thee, Death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou ridest rough shod over all man’s contrivances to hold thee back.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou enterest every gate, every house, and to thy shame it would be said if thou hadst shame, or any sensation, thou hast crossed the threshold of the school house door.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred hearts are mourning, two hundred eyes are weeping, for the flower of their concentrated love, the golden rod of their admiration, a noble woman, a kind teacher, a loving friend, has been torn from them mercilessly, wantonly, cruelly—and thou art the robber.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art exposed, Death; this act betrays thee; thou art a monster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come now, Death, we challenge thee to combat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be a heartless monster no longer.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Choose thee “foemen worthy of your steel.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Choose the white haired, the aged who fear thee not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Withdraw, coward! From the unequal contest thou wagest against the young, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104"></a>{104}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">the feeble, and those who love this life not knowing its hardships.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come on, tyrant! Cross arms with your equals!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We, the aged; we, the experienced; we, who are weary of the world; we, who are sinking down, being crushed into the earth by the heavy burthens of life, care not for thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come on! Strike us! Spare the young, strike us!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know that thou wilt win the final battle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We know that we shall soon be numbered among thy victims, and yet we dare thee to tackle us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We can not stop thy murderous progress, and yet we seek to check thy course.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fain would keep thee busy, wrestling with the old and gray, and give thee no time to search for the young the hopeful, and the happy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We, the old, crippled by disease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worn out with trials and disappointments;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With great sorrows in our hearts, that never can be taken away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We who have suffered from thy cruelties, and know full well thy unconquerable power, nevertheless defy thee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105"></a>{105}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We dare thee! We taunt thee! We challenge thee to mortal combat!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are weak and wounded, and are fast nearing the brink of the dark chasm of eternity, and we implore thee, monster, tyrant, demon that thou art, to busy thyself with blotting out our poor lives, that the young and innocent, the pure and useful, and all those who are healthy and happy, and all those who love this life, and have friends to love, and friends that love them, may be spared to enjoy this beautiful world.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106"></a>{106}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_TRIBUTE" id="A_TRIBUTE"></a>A TRIBUTE</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>To the Memory of Mrs. Hon. Justin R. Whiting, a brilliant woman. -May 22nd, 1900.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First among the first, leader of leaders,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the front ranks of life she found her place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A student of books, at home with readers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In household duties well up in the race.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In social life a bright ornament,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pleasant and cheerful, quick witted and wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Graceful in manners, not prone to dissent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Respecting custom and family ties.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sincere in religion, true to her church,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Christian by rule, a Christian at heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Liberal, diligent, full of research,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ever and always found acting her part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Active and foremost in charity’s work,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Helping the poor, her heart full of pity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From mercy’s appeals she never would shirk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor stay her hands at bounds of the city.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grand was her example in cheerfulness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Courteous alike to the proud and humble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Casting off sunbeams of sweet loveliness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Honoring a name time will not crumble.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107"></a>{107}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kind as a neighbor and true as a friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strong hearted and brave when sorrow prevailed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ready to assist and willing to lend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quick with relief when sickness assailed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Devoted and kind, a dutiful wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ready to labor and ready to share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her good husband the burdens of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lighten his load of worry and care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In his ambitions helping with good will,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To grand achievements of honor and fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Working with courage, genius and skill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To raise and uphold the family name.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But as a mother her best work was done,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She gave her children the tenderest love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And taught them the way their lives must be run,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To reach a haven in the realms above.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each childish sorrow appealed to her heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sweet soothing words soon washed it away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her children’s plans she took active part,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And led them wisely in study and play.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108"></a>{108}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great their affliction, deep is their sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But slowly and surely time will it heal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love is a blessing they cannot borrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We will not ask them to tell how they feel.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109"></a>{109}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="CAPTAIN_ARCHIE_MORRISON" id="CAPTAIN_ARCHIE_MORRISON"></a>CAPTAIN ARCHIE MORRISON.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>On the 31st day of May, 1900, a bolt of lightning struck one of the -spars on a new steamer nearly finished, but still on the stocks, at -St. Clair, Michigan, and instantly killed three men, of whom Archie -Morrison was one. Mr. Morrison was a good man. I knew him well, and -wrote the following testimonial to his character, to comfort his -family and friends.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come, death, in a flash from the sky!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Come in the lightning’s stroke!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Archie was prepared to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He well had worn his yoke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No notice, or threat was needed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He lived in peace with God,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The golden rule he had heeded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And virtue’s path had trod.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He had no forgiveness to ask,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He did not give offense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No person could bring him to task,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He needed no defense.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True as a magnet to the pole,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He did what conscience said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He took the advice of his soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And followed where it led.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110"></a>{110}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With carefulness he steered his ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a port of safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well may those who make the trip,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Follow pilot Archie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For him no pity need be sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His sorrows are all past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His noble character he brought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Safe to heaven at last.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But there are those who deeply mourn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His wife and children weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their greatest grief must now be borne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their hearts are wounded deep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That sudden, cruel, bolt came down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blasted all their hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they have many friends in town,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who’ll with their trouble cope.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rally, good friends, to their relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all take active part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wash out all color of their grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mend each broken heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111"></a>{111}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PART_IV" id="PART_IV"></a>PART IV.<br /><br /> -POEMS OF DESCRIPTION</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112"></a>{112}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113"></a>{113}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="WHERE_THE_WIND_BLOWS" id="WHERE_THE_WIND_BLOWS"></a>WHERE THE WIND BLOWS.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the mountain top,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thru the valley deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waving the farmer’s crop,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lulling the birds to sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the ocean wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Making the billows roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a compass guide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweeping from pole to pole.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the tops of trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The giant redwood’s crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where the gentle breeze<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scatters the thistle down.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the steeples high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swinging the weather vane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In seasons wet, or dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In sunshine and in rain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the clouds of snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wafting the aeronaut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where birds do never go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In skies with danger fraught.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114"></a>{114}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the salty sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Driving the noble ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laden with silk and tea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon her homeward trip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the desert plain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Afric’s sunny land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carrying in its train<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Great clouds of burning sand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over our heads so mild<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We scarcely feel its breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or in a tempest wild<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strewing its path with death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the mighty west,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where roused by maddened ire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It bears upon its crest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An awful prairie fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the stormy sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where currents meet and clash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make the lightning fly.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sudden dart and flash.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the ocean shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tossing the waves in spray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the thunder’s roar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heard many miles away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115"></a>{115}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the tinted cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Under the shining sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ruling over the proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since life was first begun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the busy town,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bearing away the smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To where it settles down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Among the country folk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the garden wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where pretty flowers bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From early spring till fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shedding their sweet perfume.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the human race<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ev’ry form of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the earth’s broad face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Living in love or strife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the rich man’s tracks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In highland and moor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whistling thru the cracks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In homes of starving poor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the happy crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feasting on pleasures sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near humble voices loud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Praying for food to eat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116"></a>{116}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the good and wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Christ-like loving soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Striving to win the prize<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of peace, in heaven’s goal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over our country grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waving the flag of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ruled by a Mighty Hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose love will never cease.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over all things we see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ev’ry place we know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the land or sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is where the winds do blow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_117" id="page_117"></a>{117}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="ODE_TO_LAKE_SUPERIOR" id="ODE_TO_LAKE_SUPERIOR"></a>ODE TO LAKE SUPERIOR.</h3> - -<p class="c">Written 1855.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O glorious lake, thy waters tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A divine hand hath made thee well;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thy stores of health,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And mines of wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are wondrous works of nature, too;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy granite rocks and mounds of sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mountain shores of richest land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All with reverence bow to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O beauteous lake, thy gorgeous size,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To us doth prove that God is wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thy copper, aye more,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thy iron ore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the best found in all the earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy waters flow thru one river,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And enrich thy shores of silver;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So great art thou, none know thy worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O richest lake, thy wondrous beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes praise to God become our duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thy waters clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And pure atmosphere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strengthen many an invalid;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou givest wealth to man his portion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then ebb and flow just like an ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We rejoice, great sea, thy wealth’s not hid.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_118" id="page_118"></a>{118}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_DUNDAS_VALLEY" id="THE_DUNDAS_VALLEY"></a>THE DUNDAS VALLEY.</h3> - -<p>A few miles west of Hamilton, Ontario, is one of the most beautiful -sections of country it has ever been my pleasure to see. The Grand Trunk -Railway cars run along the side of Dundas Mountain for several miles, -and the view of the valley from the cars is magnificent. In passing over -this route in the summer of 1892 I was charmed by the view and inspired -to write the following little poem.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hills above hills in beauty rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mark their outline on the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And close inspection shows that man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is helping on the mighty plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here valleys deep, and valleys wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gushing streams from mountain side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Present, o’ercapped by dome of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A splendid panoramic view.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_119" id="page_119"></a>{119}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_ST_CLAIR_RIVER" id="THE_ST_CLAIR_RIVER"></a>THE ST. CLAIR RIVER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O beautiful river, I have longed for the hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My muse would awaken and give me the power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ring out the key note and tune my sweet lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sing of thy glory with spirit and fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft charmed by thy beauty, and amazed at thy size,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve gazed on thy grandeur with keen wondering eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watched thy clear blue waters as they slowly pass by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reflecting true pictures of the clouds in the sky.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So deep is thy bottom and so broad is thy stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy volume is greater than thy looks make it seem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho slow is thy current, great force there is in it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moving a million tons of water each minute.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_120" id="page_120"></a>{120}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many are the sources that provide the supply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That keeps this great river from ever running dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inflow and outflow do so nearly conform,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the river’s level is very uniform.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far away in the north, in the land of the moose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cool summer home of the fleety wild goose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the valleys are deep and the mountain tops are white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the snow rarely melts above a certain height.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where springs burst from the hills and trickle down their sides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And enlarge into brooks that go to swell the tides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joining rivulets from the dissolving snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are gathered into lakes in the basins below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the small lakes are brown like the rocks on their shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho they are numbered by near an hundred scores,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_121" id="page_121"></a>{121}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pour their dark waters into large lakes of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The larger lakes remain unto their color true.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the lazy brown bear sleeps the warm winter thru,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beavers build houses and live in comfort, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lone loon’s shrill cry sounds far off, yet is near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wolf lies in wait for the innocent deer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where summer nights are short and winter nights are long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tumbling waters keep up an endless song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the forests are thick and in their native state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for the woodman’s ax will not have long to wait.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where many hills contain copper, silver and gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And iron mines hold wealth in vast millions untold,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_122" id="page_122"></a>{122}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where precious stones are found of great beauty and worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nickel and sandstone add value to the earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where lumbermen find wealth in the forests of pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And other valued trees within the drainage line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The red birch, yellow birch, white birch, hemlock and spruce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the numerous trees man converts to his use.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where millions of acres of farming lands are drained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many bright children are in school being trained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thousands of people are toiling for their bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rarely go hungry, thank God it can be said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And hundreds of rivers in the north, south and west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are working night and day, and striving at their best,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_123" id="page_123"></a>{123}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To empty their contents just so quick as they can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into lakes Superior, Huron and Michigan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But vast is the country they are called on to drain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So heavy the snowfall, so frequent the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho these rivers work hard and have no day to spare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They can only supply the great river St. Clair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lake Huron takes the flow from long Lake Michigan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Lake Superior since the work first began,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho these great bodies all empty into one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That one’s capacity is never overdone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The river pours its waters into Lake St. Clair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the waters pass thru Detroit River fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thence thru Lake Erie to Niagara Falls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where it drops in a chasm between two rocky walls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thence to Ontario, the last lake in the chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reaching this level it ne’er comes back again.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_124" id="page_124"></a>{124}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the great St. Lawrence carries it to the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there its journey ends is plain to you and me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where this water comes from, my story now has told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whither it all goes, it does likewise unfold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is one more question I’ll answer with delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it gives me pleasure to know I answer right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The God who made the earth revolve around the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who made the seasons their yearly courses run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The God who made the rain and also made the snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made this mighty river so it always will flow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now I find my song is only half complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As praising my subject affords me pleasure sweet,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_125" id="page_125"></a>{125}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So on its great beauty I must a moment dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else my song will end ere I have sung it well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How pretty thy waters when the south wind is high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And white caps are breaking as the billows roll by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sailing vessels plow into the heavy seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they scoot by swiftly before the driving breeze.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And small boats are flying on the top of the waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the spray they dash high is ducking sailor braves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all things are lively in tune with the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the ten mile steamer seems a twenty knotter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When ruffled thy waters, to ride them is thrilling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quickens man’s spirits when the heart is willing,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_126" id="page_126"></a>{126}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rich ozone one breathes brings a glow to the cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giving vim to the strong and vigor to the weak.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When placid thy bosom what a change then is there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a ripple stirring, not a zephyr of air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then great is thy beauty, magnificent river,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reminding man of God, the generous Giver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shining sometimes like glass, so transparent and clean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At other times wearing a light tinge of dark green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho the sun and the clouds give thy color a hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy color unfading is the pretty sky blue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So pretty, so charming, and so apt to beguile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lover of nature is soon wooed by thy smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchanted by the view of the beautiful stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man soliloquizes until lost in a dream.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_127" id="page_127"></a>{127}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy bright pretty waters are embellished by banks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rare must be the shores that their splendor outranks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sloping banks of beauty and sandy beaches low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With steep bluffs and headlands, and points that sailors know.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here the elm tree is grand in beauty and in size,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pretty maple grows in plenty likewise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oak and hickory are native to the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And help by their presence to make the forest grand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here the silver aspen turns white to ev’ry breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the laughing poplar babbles for all the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The walnut and cherry, the butternut and plum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thorn and mulberry, yield fruit for all who come.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_128" id="page_128"></a>{128}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fine orchards of apples, and other kinds of fruit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweet and the bitter, differing tastes to suit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fields of wheat, oats and corn, and large meadows of grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are admired by watchful travellers as they pass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lovely flowers and vines, and lawns of downy green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Add their attractiveness to beautify the scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hundreds of pleasant homes adorn the pretty shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many grand hotels hold summer guests in scores.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The river’s eight islands are turned to pleasure’s use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if it is not found, no man need make excuse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here is hunting, fishing, and games that all can play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And people joyfully can pass the time away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_129" id="page_129"></a>{129}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Indians hold a part of the land on one side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now they are peaceful, having cast war aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many sorts of people form the population,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by their enterprise help to make the nation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mineral waters cure the rheumatic and lame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Restore health to people and give the river fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus good health and pleasure come from river and bank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give the location a standing high in rank.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On either side the river a railroad runs along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus accommodating the gay and happy throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who gather for pleasure and spend a little wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In hearty enjoyment and in renewing health.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How beautiful to see steamers passing at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When brilliantly lighted by the electric light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Showing on the waters their pictures as they pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As lively and pretty as in a looking glass.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_130" id="page_130"></a>{130}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Travellers who have seen the Rhone and pretty Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rode on the waters of the blue Danube fine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have seen the famous Nile and the great Amazon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say the St. Clair excels in beauty ev’ry one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis not alone beauty that gives this river fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its great utility adds glory to its name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When constructing the earth wise Nature took a halt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And under this river made a vast sea of salt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In many factories this salt is now refined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no where in the world is found a better kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The farmers raise fine crops for man and beast to eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And large refineries make sugar from the beet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Large mills manufacture flour, staves, hoops and lumber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And other industries exist in large number,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_131" id="page_131"></a>{131}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The plodding explorer finds reward for his toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the land on the shores bears sulphur, gas and oil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the towns there are built fine ships of wood and steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By workmen as handy as ever laid a keel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these ships are handled by men as smart and brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ever left a port, or rode upon the wave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No bridge was ever built over this mighty stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But beneath a tunnel so strange as it may seem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cars by the hundreds pass thru it ev’ry day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bearing a large commerce upon its destined way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far greater the traffic that daily passes thru,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the thousands of ships that sail thy waters blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailing ships and steamships, and boats of ev’ry form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit to sail a river, or face an ocean storm.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_132" id="page_132"></a>{132}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How wonderful the change since five score years ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Indian canoe that was so small and slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the mammoth steel ships of immense size and weight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Large enough to carry eight thousand tons of freight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Numerous are the styles, between these two extremes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And various in size with which the river teems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are skiffs and light sculls, that carry only one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And row boats, and yawl boats, with room for half a ton.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sailing yachts for pleasure, quite safe when handled right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glide across the water and furnish great delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fast electric launches and naptha boats are seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beautiful steam yachts, nice enough for a queen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_133" id="page_133"></a>{133}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Schooners, scows, sloops and brigs, navigate up and down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are a pleasing sight when sailing by a town;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While passenger steamers of great beauty and speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carry many thousands and furnish what they need.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But greater the freight ships, full five hundred feet long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thirty feet of hold and in proportion strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And large are the cargoes these great ships can transport,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Food to feed a city, or supply a large fort.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A whole township of crops in one enormous load,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or railroad rails enough for eighty miles of road,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A copper cargo worth three millions of dollars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or cloth enough to clothe four millions of scholars.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_134" id="page_134"></a>{134}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many are the products transported by these ships,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vast is the volume for they make many trips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So great is the traffic it is safe to relate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s no other river has a commerce so great.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Michigan, Wisconsin and big Minnesota,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Furnish the greater part of the immense quota,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the states further west help augment the treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Canada assists with a handsome measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grain comes from all the states in the thrifty northwest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Manitoba’s wheat takes rank among the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Millions of tons of grain are yearly carried by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill elevators that tower in the sky.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lumber comes from the lakes above the river’s head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the many streams by which the lakes are fed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_135" id="page_135"></a>{135}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Copper and iron go east, coal always to the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ordinary goods the way that pays the best.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tea and silk from China, India and Japan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thousands of products, the handiwork of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fruits from California, elegant wines from France,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ev’ry thing on earth that does man’s wealth enhance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One product not mentioned that moves itself along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the excellent fish that in the river throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Myriads in number, of great value for food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Catching them for pleasure does the fisherman good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With commerce unequaled and beauty unexcelled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And water as pretty as ever river held,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This elegant river, its story now outlined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserves to be admired by all ranks of mankind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_136" id="page_136"></a>{136}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_137" id="page_137"></a>{137}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PART_V" id="PART_V"></a>PART V.<br /><br /> -MISCELLANEOUS POEMS</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_138" id="page_138"></a>{138}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_139" id="page_139"></a>{139}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="COMPENSATION" id="COMPENSATION"></a>COMPENSATION.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Under nature’s just laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">All effects have their cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bear each other a true relation;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the good deeds of man<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Are measured by this plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in some way receive compensation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">What tho a loving wife<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Be united for life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To one heartless as the moon or the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Her soft love may entwine,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Like a beautiful vine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And embellish the whole life of that one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">If a true hearted man,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who lives by moral plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be bonded to an ill-natured wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of one thing he is sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">’Tis the love sweet and pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of warm, sympathizing friends all his life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">There’s a trait in the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That espouses the part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the sorrowful, the weary and meek,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And a just common sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Awards due recompense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the long-suff’ring who bear with the weak.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_140" id="page_140"></a>{140}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The tall monument grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is oft fated to stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone by itself, aloft in the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But ’tis thus its great height,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is revealed to man’s sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And its true grandeur appears to the eye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The snow covered mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Far above the fountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sparking rills that spring from their base;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Make the landscape more fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">While they temper the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are awarded by nature a place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">There’s a road that leads down<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the dregs of the town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where strife, poverty, and sorrow abound;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the higher men climb<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Toward regions sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The more delightful the journey is found.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The unfortunate may<br /></span> -<span class="i4">See their lives pass away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before they succeed in gaining a prize;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_141" id="page_141"></a>{141}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the more men aspire,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To realms that are higher,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grander the view that opes to their eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The wise, ambitious man,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who has failed in his plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And doubts if the world is using him right;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Will learn from his trials,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And brave self denials,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How grandly to win success in the fight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Little children at school<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Think it is a hard rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That keeps them confined so much of their time;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the knowledge they gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Pays them well for their pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they arrive at the age of their prime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">’Tis a long tedious fight<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To bring children up right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And parents wear out while under the spell;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But rich compensation,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And sweet consolation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes to the parents whose work is done well.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_142" id="page_142"></a>{142}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">There’s the mother whose share,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is a life full of care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thousands of griefs and pains to smother;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But O what high honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Nature confers on her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the hallowed and sweet name of—mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The physician whose life<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is never ending strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In battling with sickness common to man,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Finds great satisfaction,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the benefaction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His skill confers thru his life-saving plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The surgeon whose trained knife,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cuts in deep to save life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May be criticized, called brutal, and spurned;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But his fame reaches out,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To wide regions about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brings distinction and honor well earned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The chemist who mixes,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And otherwise fixes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Powerful compounds, assumes a great risk;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But science advances<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By taking great chances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world is the gainer and life more brisk.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_143" id="page_143"></a>{143}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The inventor whose fate<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is to work and create,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And burn out his life by the fires of thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is consoled by the fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That his genius and tact,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have lifted mankind thru work he has wrought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The air navigator,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And bird imitator,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May fly to his death, then sad the story;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the one who succeeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Has accomplished great deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And established his fame to his glory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">’Tis the brave pioneers<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who inhabit frontiers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many hardships and trials endure;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the work they begun<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Often ends if well done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In rest, happiness, and comfort secure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The man who discovers,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And nature uncovers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meets dangers that try him from sole to crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But his triumph is great,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">When he gains for his state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An honor that brings him lasting renown.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_144" id="page_144"></a>{144}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The richest mines of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Are found in regions cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where it’s so hot men scarcely can stand;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the dangers o’ercome,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">There will always be some,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gather great wealth that spreads o’er the land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The poets whose stories,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Sing the nation’s glories,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May be ignored when honors are given;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the thoughts they imbue,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Are ennobling and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make patriots and Christians of men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The statemen who are wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Have bright thoughts men despise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because greatly in advance of the age;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the wisdom they show,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If well rooted will grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be emblazoned on history’s page.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The minister may work<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With the zeal of a Turk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not break the grip of sin upon man;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But he reaps his reward<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By still serving the Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Determined to save ev’ry soul he can.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_145" id="page_145"></a>{145}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The man of advanced thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">May see it come to naught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because others do not see the same light;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But by going before,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He has opened the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To beautiful realms now coming in sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">There’s no loss without gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is quite true in the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will apply to man or a nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And each sacrifice made,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To lift higher man’s grade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature rewards with just compensation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The strictly honest man,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who adheres to his plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thru all the trials that over him roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Can endure with a smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For he knows all the while<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is living in sweet peace with his soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">When man’s record is right,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His good deeds make it bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bloom in his manhood like golden rod;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">’Tis his vindication,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And brings compensation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In lifting his soul up nearer to God.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_146" id="page_146"></a>{146}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="EXPANSION" id="EXPANSION"></a>EXPANSION.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spirit of progression has spoken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hour for expansion is here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thraldom of ignorance is broken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A wave of advancement is near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A war for humanity’s sake was fought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That exalted the soul of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lifted him up to a region fraught,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With work on a Lordlier plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His horizon is vastly extended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He stands on a loftier plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His fine talents can now be expended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his benighted brother’s gain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mind has been delivered from bondage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And filled with buoyancy and hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will grow and expand to advantage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cover the world in its scope.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With his soul as free as the thunder’s roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as sure as the lightning’s stroke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He can circle the earth from pole to pole,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And abolish tyranny’s yoke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more will boundary lines restrain him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor walls of granite stay his course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The brotherhood of man will sustain him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the love of God be his force.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_147" id="page_147"></a>{147}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The age of enforced delusion is past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man’s spirit is gathering light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The slavery of the mind can not last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the advancement of right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No army of men, nor murderous gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is needed to open the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The greatest victories by love are won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the spirit of Christ holds sway.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is love alone hath power and scope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To penetrate the heathen mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cause it to expand with faith and hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a nobler ideal find.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Expansion is right, expansion of soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And expansion of liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expansion of love till it gains control,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the world’s people are free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These are the principles that must prevail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In ev’ry land beneath the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there’s no more oppression to assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere the work of love will be done.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_148" id="page_148"></a>{148}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="FEAR_NOT_LORAIN" id="FEAR_NOT_LORAIN"></a>FEAR NOT, LORAIN.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>The following poem was written at Lorain, O., November, 1897, and -published in the “Evening Herald” of that city. It was intended to -stimulate the courage of the people, who were gloomy, altho the -prospects were good.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fear not, Lorain, thy future fate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is not to roll in seas of mud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A golden key will ope the gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A warm spring sun will burst the bud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flowers will bloom and scent the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Large plants will rise from thy strong soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your solid men and women fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Reap rich reward for years of toil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See the halo that lights the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where flaming fires burn night and day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispelling gloom from ev’ry eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And raising hopes that cheer your way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rejoice! Be glad! Have doubts no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Prepare to greet the coming boom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should the town grow a thousand score,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It still could give a million room.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_149" id="page_149"></a>{149}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let croaking stop, let discord cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lift high your town above the mire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For soon success will bring you peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And warm your hearts with furnace fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With courage strong and cheerful face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Push on your work with might and main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prosperity will win the race<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bless your town. Fear not, Lorain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_150" id="page_150"></a>{150}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_TEACHER" id="THE_TEACHER"></a>THE TEACHER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trees in the forest grow stately and grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some are beautiful and others are tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each is the product of one mighty hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the teacher’s art can improve them all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The grass of the fields is useful for food,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And provides dumb beasts a bountiful store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the teacher who saw that grass was good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Made two blades grow where but one grew before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wheat and the corn, and all kinds of grain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grow wild and scattered without any plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the harvest is poor and reaped with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Until improved by the teaching of man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fruits of the trees grow stinted and small,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And meager the crop when the pickers come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the skilled hand of the teacher can call,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A mighty response from the things that are dumb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the cultured tree is laden with fruit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sweet and the tart according to plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The epicure finds a taste to his suit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And learns that teachers are blessings to man.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_151" id="page_151"></a>{151}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beautiful flowers, God’s tokens of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grow sickly and pale for want of man’s care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the training hand like balm from above,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Restores them to health and beauty most rare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How pretty they grow, how sweet their perfume,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever man’s taste they’re certain to please,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For God made them and the teacher is groom,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mighty rivers that run thru the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gathering power as onward they roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are each and all at the teacher’s command,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his skill can bring them under control.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beasts in the forest roam savage and wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And woe to the man who crosses their path;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the teacher makes them gentle and mild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And by strength of mind can bridle their wrath.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The great elephant, ponderous and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho dangerous in his natural state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When trained by teachers to do nothing wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Serves his master with fidelity great.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_152" id="page_152"></a>{152}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beautiful horse in freedom how grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As proudly he trots o’er the prairie track,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is trained to obey his teacher’s command,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And canters gayly with man on his back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There lives not a man with love in his heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who lacks the good sense to freely endorse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The teacher’s grand work, his wisdom and art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or fails to admire and love a good horse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The much abused dog when savage and wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is useless to man and game for his gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when trained becomes docile as a child,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faithfullest creature under the sun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Innocent children are never quite pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And need good teaching to keep them from crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fasten in their hearts their morals sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And assist them to lead a life sublime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Human teachers are useful in their line,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wisely, and nobly perform their part;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the great teacher is the Teacher Divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From whose grand example man learned the art.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_153" id="page_153"></a>{153}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_GEM" id="A_GEM"></a>A GEM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A gem is a beautiful thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or even a beautiful thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or that which will happiness bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or the love that can not be bought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A gem is a beautiful stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or beautiful shell from the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a voice of elegant tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or something more precious to thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A gem is a token of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or gift from the heart of a friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sweet note by wings of a dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With balm all your sorrows to mend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A gem may glisten like new gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or sparkle like stars in the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or charm like the rubies of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As they glow in the sun’s pure light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A gem may belong to a queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or shine from the crown of a king;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the richest gem ever seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is love of the genuine ring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some gems are delightful to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And their owners may justly boast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the best of all gems for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the friend that loves me the most.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_154" id="page_154"></a>{154}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_CHINA_WEDDING" id="THE_CHINA_WEDDING"></a>THE CHINA WEDDING.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Read at the party given by Mr. and Mrs. Hiram W. Robertson, on the -twentieth anniversary of their marriage, December 16th, 1887. -Composed the same evening after supper.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are fountains away in the north,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From whence waters flow down to the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s a heart in the bosom of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From whence love courses warmly and free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are diamonds that dazzle the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rich gold that’s a pleasure to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there’s nothing so pleasing to man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the love that flows warmly and free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are men who have merits and wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And kind husbands they gladly would be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Mary took a fancy to Hi,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his love flows so warmly and free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are women of beauty and worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose sweet smiles are a pleasure to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Mary was the choice of them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For her love flows so warmly and free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They have kind friends who admire them both,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they’re gathered this night just to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How well they are enjoying this life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where sweet love flows so warmly and free.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_155" id="page_155"></a>{155}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_HONEST_MANS_FATE" id="THE_HONEST_MANS_FATE"></a>THE HONEST MAN’S FATE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written January, 1866.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Friends have advised me to give up my plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shun the sad fate of the honest man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They tell me ’tis hard, his comforts are few,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what they tell me I know to be true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still I prefer to stick to my plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cherish the fate of the honest man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have dear children to clothe and to feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a father’s love that knows what they need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grief comes to my heart, gray hairs on my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear I will fail to keep them in bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I am trying to do what I can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cherish the fate of the honest man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My wife is gloomy, down-hearted and sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She fears my troubles will make me go mad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor soul, she don’t know how heavy the weight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hangs on my heart and threatens my fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still I’m determined to do what I can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cherish the fate of the honest man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Debts overwhelm me and creditors call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more can I pay, they already have all.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_156" id="page_156"></a>{156}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sheriff may come to bleed me afresh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take by the law one pound of my flesh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now, nor never, will I change my plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I cherish the fate of the honest man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In liquid poisons I do not indulge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor by vile language my weakness divulge:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From labor and right I never do quail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still my efforts continue to fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I keep trying to do what I can<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To merit the fate of the honest man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, God of the poor, extend thy good word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grant the honest a better reward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save them from Shylocks, temptation and pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make troubles on earth in heaven their gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, give me the strength to live by my plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And die the proud death of the honest man.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="TIME_AND_TIDE" id="TIME_AND_TIDE"></a>TIME AND TIDE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Composed while dreaming about time and tide.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Come, Time,” says Tide, “along with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For we must go together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And join our forces at the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor wait for wind or weather.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_157" id="page_157"></a>{157}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="CHRISTMAS_DAY" id="CHRISTMAS_DAY"></a>CHRISTMAS DAY.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written at the request of my daughter Grace, then eleven years old, -to be spoken by her at the holiday exercises in school, December, -1887.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There never had been a Christmas morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till near nineteen hundred years ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Christ our glorious Lord was born,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And peace and good will began to grow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Christ taught fathers and mothers to pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how good, pure and kind they should be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when some one pushed children away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said, “Suffer them to come unto Me.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We all should rejoice and be thankful<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Christ loved little children so strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And strive to be happy and cheerful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never to do anything wrong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It pays to be good and be pleasant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pleases our kind parents so well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are sure to receive a nice present,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When old Santa Claus comes with his bell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, my good friends and my teacher, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have one strong wish for which I’ll pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish for me and I wish for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Christ will come back some Christmas day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_158" id="page_158"></a>{158}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="PROGRESSIVE_EUCHRE" id="PROGRESSIVE_EUCHRE"></a>PROGRESSIVE EUCHRE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A little nonsense is, now and then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Highly relished by the best of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And women, too, are so fond of fun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They laugh for joy when a game’s begun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are games of skill, and games of chance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And games with sweet music and the dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some play at whist, and some at poker,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all enjoy progressive euchre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A goodly party is twenty-four,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There may be less, and there may be more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve ladies fine you first invite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twelve gentlemen to spend the night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tables now you arrange and fix,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And number them plainly one to six,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pack of clean cards on each you lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All ready for the approaching fray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Use thirty-two cards, be uniform,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in conduct to the rules conform;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your table number is fixed by chance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And good order will the fun enhance.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_159" id="page_159"></a>{159}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By lot their partners gentlemen choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then kindly treat them, win or lose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Present your left arm with smiles and grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And escort your lady to her place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the first table place a small bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when all are ready ring it well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ladies now cut for woe or weal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lowest card takes the first deal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shuffle them well, let right neighbor cut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair play’s a jewel, truth’s eyes are shut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deal three cards to each the first time round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then two the next time, that’s fair and sound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Turn up the trump so all can see it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those at left in turn, pass or play it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the trump is named be sharp and still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not underrate your neighbor’s skill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember this is honest euchre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And played for sport, not filthy lucre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No true gentleman, or lady sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will play unfair, or stoop to cheat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The right is boss, the left’s his brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the good old ace a kindly mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The king comes next, now king indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the queen you often need.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_160" id="page_160"></a>{160}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Jack is a knave, make the best of him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when not bower all detest him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there are times when jack is master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then his foes meet with disaster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little cards you should not despise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they sometimes help to win the prize;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watch sharply the game and win with suit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whenever you can fairly do it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three tricks count one point, a march counts two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And euchre counts the same for you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you are sure to make one or more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play it alone and try to make four.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When five points are made at table one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ends one game and then all are done;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winners go one table higher,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But those that lose go to the lower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All change partners and the game proceeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the manager records your deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These frequent changes as you advance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give the poorer players a fair chance.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_161" id="page_161"></a>{161}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis not a game for spoils or treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a social game just for pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if by good luck one wins the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t condemn the man nor spurn the play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three hour’s play is plenty long enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the feeble ones and for the tough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the time has expired look and see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who the best players have proved to be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the first lady give a small prize,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the first gentleman treat likewise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second prize is by some awarded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The booby prize should be discarded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A simple lunch is now provided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By hosts who may have so decided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But refreshments are not in the game,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all are free to omit the same.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now put on your hats and bid adieu<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the gen’rous host that welcomed you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Favors accepted you may have learned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should at the proper time be returned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With happy hearts now seek your own hearth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kindly feel towards all on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remembering to always treasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The game that brings you health and pleasure.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_162" id="page_162"></a>{162}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_WINNER" id="THE_WINNER"></a>THE WINNER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Don’t give a prize<br /></span> -<span class="i5">For ’tis not wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So say our honest Christian folk;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But men will fight<br /></span> -<span class="i5">With all their might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make their fellows wear the yoke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Some men are dull<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And count for null,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some are bright as glist’ning gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Say what you will<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The truth is still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’re not all cast in the same mold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Some take their time<br /></span> -<span class="i5">While others climb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And struggle with their might and main,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And when they win,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Think it no sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wear the crown they fought to gain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">’Tis luck, they say,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And fools can play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nature grows a heavy crop;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Give me the game,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">I’ll bear the name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laugh when fools come out on top.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_163" id="page_163"></a>{163}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_WALK_BY_MOONLIGHT" id="A_WALK_BY_MOONLIGHT"></a>A WALK BY MOONLIGHT.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon is sweetly shining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the stars are entwining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wreath for my dear Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While all the world lies dreaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart with joy is beaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m happy with my Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All nature now is sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No living thing is creeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m all alone with Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The silent trees look neater,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowers, too, are sweeter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But naught’s so sweet as Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My head with thought is turning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart with love is burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m so happy with Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_164" id="page_164"></a>{164}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet nature is insisting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must not be resisting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll ask the hand of Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - -<span class="i4">THE QUESTION.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O say, my lovely creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou brightest work of nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you love him, dear Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to thee?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - -<span class="i4">THE ANSWER.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Do you love the sweet Savior?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you seek his kind favor?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you love your dear Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Will you live with the wisdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That rules the holy kingdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And please the heart of Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If you’ll shun the evil tempter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With true love for a helper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Accept the hand of Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to thee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_165" id="page_165"></a>{165}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - -<span class="i4">THE REPLY.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll pious be and holy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll do my duty truly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll earn the hand of Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll love thee as no other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But our Heavenly Father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll live and die for Annie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is all the world to me.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="THE_PAINTER" id="THE_PAINTER"></a>THE PAINTER.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Written on a postal card and mailed to a lady, as a token of my -appreciation of her skill as a painter.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy is he who can catch a fine thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fit it to prose, or dress it in rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But happier she whose fingers are taught<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To paint sweet nature in colors sublime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Inspiring the thought when nature’s the theme,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Uplifting one’s soul to the world of bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where painters and angels will ever beam<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With love and kindness on the poets of this.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_166" id="page_166"></a>{166}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_DOCTORS_ADVICE" id="A_DOCTORS_ADVICE"></a>A DOCTOR’S ADVICE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>“<i>Just Think of Something Else.</i>”</p> - -<p>In the summer of 1898 I was taken quite sick at a hotel over two -hundred miles from home, and was confined to my room for five days. -On complaining to the doctor that I was not getting well fast, he -said I should not worry about my sickness, but “Just think of -something else.” I took his advice and the same night wrote the -following verses.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When sickness comes and joy departs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you are forced to lie in bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t fret about the aching parts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember what the doctor said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just think of something else.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No matter if the pain is great,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And racks you thru from foot to head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be patient still and meekly wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember what the doctor said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just think of something else.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When medicine has failed to act,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And you can’t see much hope ahead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why just ignore the trifling fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember what the doctor said—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just think of something else.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_167" id="page_167"></a>{167}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What matter if you’re far from home,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And no kind friend is near your bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let all your thoughts most freely roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember what the doctor said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just think of something else.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t mind your great debility,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor count the pains that fill your head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sick must show humility,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember what the doctor said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just think of something else.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when your friend presents his bills,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In language kind and manners suave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give him a dose of his own pills,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember that advice he gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just think of something else.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, no! my friend that will not do,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The doctor kind deserves his pay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The honest course is best for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No matter what the doctors say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t think of something else.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_168" id="page_168"></a>{168}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="HERE_I_AM" id="HERE_I_AM"></a>HERE I AM.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>A little grand-daughter wrote me a little letter and in it she -said, “If I were a little flower, this I would do: I would be happy -all the day.” Under these words she made a sketch of a bush bearing -flowers, and wrote beneath the sketch, “Here I am.” I replied as -follows: To the sweet little flower, “Here I am,” formerly Miss -Rose.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Caterpillars change into butterflies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eggs into birds that fly in the skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I did not know a child had power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To change her body into a flower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what need I care since flower and child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grown in the city, or on mountain wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both receive from me the tenderest care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I find a flower and a child is there.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">—<span class="smcap">Grandpa.</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_169" id="page_169"></a>{169}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_CHRISTMAS_TURKEY" id="A_CHRISTMAS_TURKEY"></a>A CHRISTMAS TURKEY.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"><p>Lines sent with a large fat turkey to a friend for Christmas, 1862.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Christmas present is easy to make,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But a token of friendship should follow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine is enclosed in the turkey you take,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which is solid proof it is not hollow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As a toothsome sign of love it is sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to show you what our Maker can do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tells us to love with earnest intent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And has provided this turkey for you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take it, and bake it, then richly enjoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And forget not the friend you befriended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose heart will ever remember with joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kind assistance you promptly lended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May God bless you and your family dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And keep all of you healthy and happy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you may gladly welcome each New Year,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on every Christmas be merry.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_170" id="page_170"></a>{170}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="TO_MRS_HARRIET_S_DELANO_AND_HER_BABY" id="TO_MRS_HARRIET_S_DELANO_AND_HER_BABY"></a>TO MRS. HARRIET S. DELANO AND HER BABY.</h3> - -<p class="c">Written 1858.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet innocence, love and beauty rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrapped in affection on mother’s breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While hopes and fears in profusion rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill with sweet tears the joyful eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the kind mother whose heart is bent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In meek thankfulness to Him who sent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This type of beauty, sweet child of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rich token from the heavens above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cheer the pure and unselfish heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a mother who with life would part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To save her child from the paths of sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And guide her so she heaven will win.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then in the soft realms of earthly bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made lovelier by her mother’s kiss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will need no more a guide to show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The straight road she has been taught to go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mother has then her duty done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who so well instructs her little one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She covers her with a mother’s love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then trusts her to the wise God above.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now to the babe and to its mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you may each one love the other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never from your good reason part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will beg and pray with all my heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_171" id="page_171"></a>{171}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="FOR_THE_BABY" id="FOR_THE_BABY"></a>FOR THE BABY.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O what a charming baby I see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dancing on its kind father’s knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With eyes as pretty and as bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the white stars that shine at night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And cheeks as lovely as the rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which add much beauty to a nose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made handsome by a pretty chin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ruby lips nicely set in.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And what is more her name so sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So charming, dainty, nice and neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Darling Hattie, short and pretty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that’s why I wrote this ditty.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="LINES_ON_MY_FATHER" id="LINES_ON_MY_FATHER"></a>LINES ON MY FATHER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The oak its mighty branches spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gathered in the cooling dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus by gen’rous nature fed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a noble old tree it grew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So sought he knowledge far and wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grew in wisdom as in age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when his worn out body died,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was a ripe and honored sage.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_172" id="page_172"></a>{172}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="ADVICE_TO_A_YOUNG_POET" id="ADVICE_TO_A_YOUNG_POET"></a>ADVICE TO A YOUNG POET.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First think of something good to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then take great pains to say it well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make sure you know the proper way,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To fairly write and rightly spell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now clear all matter from your mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Except the work you have in hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And study hard until you find<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Good rhyming words at your command.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Compose one verse from end to end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With equal feet in every line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See that the words in metre blend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that the rhyme is true and fine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beware of mistakes when you write,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never say what needs correction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then men will say what you indite<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is poetry in perfection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t mix grand thoughts with silly ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor call men by improper names,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If things weigh pounds don’t call them tons,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor make the world appear in flames.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember you’re an honest youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never write what is not true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be governed by the laws of truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In every thing you say or do.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_173" id="page_173"></a>{173}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In language manly and refined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Praise in song the heavenly plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And use the lowers of your mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In lifting up your fellowman.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="AN_ACROSTIC" id="AN_ACROSTIC"></a>AN ACROSTIC.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="c">Written for a niece of P. T. Barnum, 1863.</p> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><b>F</b>ear not the scoffs of the heartless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>A</b> manly self reliance show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>N</b>o want can make thy head brainless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>N</b>or money make thy spirit low.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>Y</b>ield not thy honor nor courage,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><b>T</b>rue principles ever maintain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>H</b>old to thy noble lineage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>O</b>n their record permit no stain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>M</b>ake no friendship with the wicked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>P</b>refer poverty to their love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>S</b>how with heart and mind united<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>O</b>n the God of heaven above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><b>N</b>o one can turn thee from His love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_174" id="page_174"></a>{174}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="CHARLEYS_PUPPY" id="CHARLEYS_PUPPY"></a>CHARLEY’S PUPPY.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="c">Charley wrote me that his puppy was white but had a black spot on his -back.</p></div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">A spot of black<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Upon his back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will plainly mark your puppy dog;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A spot of red<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Upon his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would show he’s not a little hog.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">What puppies know<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They scarce can show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until their mammies let them out;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Like little boys<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That play with toys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They hardly know what they’re about.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">A master once,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A cruel dunce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Struck hard his puppy while at play;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The puppy sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Felt awful bad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dropped down his tail and ran away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">A master kind<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Will quickly find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That puppies try to do their part;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">So gentle be,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Let puppy see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s no black spot upon your heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_175" id="page_175"></a>{175}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="MERRY_CHRISTMAS" id="MERRY_CHRISTMAS"></a>MERRY CHRISTMAS.</h3> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="c">Written for Children.</p> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Merry Christmas, friends, I wish you all well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many pretty things for your pockets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May your Christmas box be a great big shell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Filled with everything nice but sky rockets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May England and France, with Turkey and Greece,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All contribute to your pleasure and mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And chickens and quail, with turkeys and geese,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make you feel as if you owned the whole earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when you’re happy as happy can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Think of your parents so kind and clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And live such sweet lives you always can see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Merry Christmas, merry Christmas forever.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="TEMPERANCE" id="TEMPERANCE"></a>TEMPERANCE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lord, hasten the day, pray hasten the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When supported by righteous laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will win the fight, for virtue and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the glorious temperance cause.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_176" id="page_176"></a>{176}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_FOLDING_PUZZLE" id="THE_FOLDING_PUZZLE"></a>THE FOLDING PUZZLE.</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>The first line was written on the outside, the rest on the inside.</p> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Open this quick<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And see the trick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there’s a trick about it;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This thing is nice<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And low in price,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But one could do without it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Some rack their brains<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With toil and pains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In making things fantastic;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But soon they’ll find<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If they’re not blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’ll need a purse elastic.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="IN_FLORENCES_ALBUM" id="IN_FLORENCES_ALBUM"></a>IN FLORENCE’S ALBUM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A loving heart wears a smiling face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a cheerful mind is a source of joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She that carries both adorns her race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shines bright as gold without alloy.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_177" id="page_177"></a>{177}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="WRITTEN_IN_THE_ALBUM" id="WRITTEN_IN_THE_ALBUM"></a>WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="nind">of Lizzie Leonard, a very tall young girl, at her mother’s home near -Middleboro, Mass., December, 1881.</p> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The meanest of creatures low down are found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And slimy reptiles crawl upon the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The innocent birds live in purer air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blest are they who find their level there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That you may grow to a loftier size,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And increase in wisdom as up you rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ne’er let your height your head turn dizzy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be my prayer, my young friend Lizzie.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="IN_HENRIETTAS_ALBUM" id="IN_HENRIETTAS_ALBUM"></a>IN HENRIETTA’S ALBUM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If in your mind good seed you sow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And nourish it with tender care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A splendid crop of fruit you’ll grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And reap the kind you planted there.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_178" id="page_178"></a>{178}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="IN_WORTHYS_ALBUM" id="IN_WORTHYS_ALBUM"></a>IN WORTHY’S ALBUM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Watch how regular<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seasons come and go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Summer brings the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Winter brings the snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sweet flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never out of tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Always wait their turn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blossom in June.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus from kind nature<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This good lesson learn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patiently to wait<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till it is your turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then like the flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Meekly take your place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by pure living<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ornament your race.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="IN_FLORAS_ALBUM" id="IN_FLORAS_ALBUM"></a>IN FLORA’S ALBUM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the side of a beautiful river<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose clear waters continue to flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There may you live, happy forever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in wisdom and loveliness grow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_179" id="page_179"></a>{179}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="IN_ETTAS_ALBUM" id="IN_ETTAS_ALBUM"></a>IN ETTA’S ALBUM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little flowers perfume the air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make the earth look pretty and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that you, my dear, will do your share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make life sweet, is father’s prayer.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="IN_GRACES_ALBUM" id="IN_GRACES_ALBUM"></a>IN GRACE’S ALBUM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun ne’er fails to do his duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor moon and stars to show their beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus sweet little girls are taught the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do their duty day after day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To work and shine in every place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill the big world with love and—Grace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_180" id="page_180"></a>{180}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_GALLOP_OF_LIFE" id="THE_GALLOP_OF_LIFE"></a>THE GALLOP OF LIFE</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">The infant at home<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Unable to roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And enter in the fields of strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Drops on hands and knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">In—go as you please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And starts in the gallop of life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He often is dumped<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And severely bumped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he is learning how to walk;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But he keeps trying,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Even while crying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until able to tread the chalk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Next he tries talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">While still or walking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And coins words not used in the past;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But keeps on gaining,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Without much training,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And really gets on quite fast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He’ll soon be at school<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And breaking the rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which never is fit till it’s broke;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">’Tis always too tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">For boys that do right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hangs on their neck like a yoke.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_181" id="page_181"></a>{181}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">At Sunday School next,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He watches the text,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lesson that’s given out;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The teachers are kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And easy to mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of Christ he learns much about.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He’s now a strong boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And with shouts of joy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He becomes a player of ball;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He knows where he’s at,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Soon learns how to bat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seldom is caught in a fall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He wants a pony<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To be his crony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to carry him on its back;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He masters his horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And shows no remorse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he hits his pony a whack.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He loves the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Dives like an otter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swims with the grace of a seal;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He flounders and flops,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And finally stops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With skin slippery as an eel.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_182" id="page_182"></a>{182}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He now wants a boat<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To sail and to float,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thinks he could manage a ship;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He bends too much sail.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Is dumped o’er the rail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may be ship-wrecked the first trip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He has ambition,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And disposition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tackle everything men do;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">What he lacks in skill,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Is made up with will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he always finds a way thru.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He is now of age,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And tho not a sage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a full fledged American;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Is proud of the fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And ready to act,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to do all the good he can.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">He votes and would fight<br /></span> -<span class="i5">For justice and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And manfully freedom defend:<br /></span> -<span class="i5">No traitor is he,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">And never will be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His country can on him depend.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_183" id="page_183"></a>{183}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">When in politics,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He despises tricks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sets an example to all:<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He’s right in the swim,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Has courage and vim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wins without doing things small.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">In war a hero,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">When cold as zero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hot as the entrance to hell;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Never stops to think,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Nor halts at the brink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But bravely does his duty well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">In the bus’ness crush<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He goes with a rush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his energy makes things hum:<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He holds a full hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Is brave in command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never shrinks when hard times come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">His cup now is full.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He has a strong pull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s right in the crisis of strife;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">To hold all his gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">He must bear stiff rein,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s riding his gallop of life.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_184" id="page_184"></a>{184}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="WHERE_ARE_ALL_THE_PEOPLE_WE_KNEW" id="WHERE_ARE_ALL_THE_PEOPLE_WE_KNEW"></a>WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WE KNEW.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are all the people we knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the generations gone past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thousands of men, false and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And who have disappeared so fast?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whither have they gone, do you know?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To what vast haven have they sped?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are they reaping as they did sow?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are they living, or are they dead?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They died and were laid in the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And kind words said over their graves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But some were lost and never found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And some perished under the waves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some were left on the battle field,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And became food for birds and beasts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others were forced their lives to yield<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That cannibals might have their feasts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some bodies to ashes were burned,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And others have changed into stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A few into mummies were turned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And preserved in the skin and bone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they died it matters not now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor if their race was lost or won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are gone and we meekly bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And say—O Lord, Thy will be done.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_185" id="page_185"></a>{185}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have those bodies been born again?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were they restored to life and health?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are they supplied with blood and brain?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are they in poverty, or wealth?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A God that can revive the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A perpetual life can give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore we hold it may be said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The body has but once to live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what has become of the souls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That lived in the bodies now dead?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are they counted on the same rolls?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or have they from their bodies fled?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is the soul, can you explain?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it an invisible thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without flesh or blood, heart or brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can it talk, or fly; can it sing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Can it out of the body live?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it without physical life?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has it no need to take or give?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it clear of trouble and strife?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If free from the body since death,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was it not free before it died?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If independent of man’s breath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why does it adhere to his side?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_186" id="page_186"></a>{186}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If freed at death where does it go?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Methinks that—to Heaven—you say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I ask, how do you know?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Does any person know the way?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have any come back that went there?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can any one describe the place?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it upon some planet fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or the realm of unbounded space?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Living bodies have souls, we know,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We hope they live on forever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So long as man can come and go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His soul forsakes him never;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there’s a question to explain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Does the soul live without the man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When man goes does the soul remain?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let any one answer who can.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_187" id="page_187"></a>{187}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_HONEST_MAN" id="THE_HONEST_MAN"></a>THE HONEST MAN.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love the man who speaks the truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never tells a lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose honesty bloomed in his youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And was not born to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love to see him take his place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In busy ranks of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love to see his honest face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glowing with manhood then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In office, or in place of trust,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Watching the people’s vault,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His ev’ry act is right and just,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And no one fears default.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With soul upright and conscience clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And heart in virtue strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no force can make him steer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In any course that’s wrong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He pays his debts whene’er he can<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never should be prest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No need pursue the honest man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He always does his best.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_188" id="page_188"></a>{188}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His conscience is his beacon light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It always guides his way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His path is blazed with glory bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He does not go astray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He loves his God and loves his soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And knows that both love him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He gladly yields to their control,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with them keeps in trim.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Adversity’s dread winds may blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And carry off his wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fell disease its seeds may sow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And undermine his health.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His fortune which is breakable,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His foes may rend apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’ll find his soul impregnable,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And can not break his heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His soul approves each manly deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cheers him in his race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the time of greatest need,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wreathes smiles upon his face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His truest friends endorse his plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And admire for his worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God’s noblest work, the honest man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As nothing else on earth.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_189" id="page_189"></a>{189}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="BEAUTIFUL_THINGS" id="BEAUTIFUL_THINGS"></a>BEAUTIFUL THINGS.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s many an elegant thing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this beautiful world of ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be a bird on the wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or a bed of beautiful flowers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It may be a mountain, or hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or beautiful valley of green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it may be a pond, or mill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Adorning the beautiful scene.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are many rivers that flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That are beautiful things to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many dainty plants that grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a beautiful tree.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is many a charming brook,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That becomes a beautiful stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it winds with many a crook,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with beautiful trout may teem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are oceans mighty in size,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a beautiful lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With water as blue as the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that beautiful pictures make.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_190" id="page_190"></a>{190}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are mountain ranges sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful forests of trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are rocks grown hoary with time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful sights on the seas.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many brilliant diamonds are found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful rubies and pearls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many rich things in the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As beautiful nature unfurls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gold is difficult to obtain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But a beautiful thing to own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho it is hard to retain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Few more beautiful things are known.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A lovely and delightful thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is a beautiful city park,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which does pleasure to thousands bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a beautiful landscape mark.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But most charming of things men see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gardens of beautiful flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can fill his heart with ecstacy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful thoughts for hours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A landscape of hill and of dale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful river of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With steamers and ships under sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is indeed a beautiful view.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_191" id="page_191"></a>{191}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are pretty and tasteful homes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful capitols grand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embellished with towers and domes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And built on beautiful land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s sculpture in marble and stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beautiful in work and design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And monuments standing alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of beautiful progress a sign.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are elegant works of art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful paintings by man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hundreds of things in the mart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beautiful in color and plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Even pretty insects there are,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thousands of beautiful birds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With plumage that glistens afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beautiful cattle in herds.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild beasts that roam over the plain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are often beautiful to see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But cannot be used for man’s gain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the beautiful horse can be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There are men of honor and worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And women beautiful and mild;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the handsomest thing on earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is a beautiful little child.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_192" id="page_192"></a>{192}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_NURSE" id="THE_NURSE"></a>THE NURSE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Among all the duties of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A most difficult place to fill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is that of the invalid nurse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the suffering thousands ill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sacrifice is very great,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That nurses are required to make,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there is no reason to doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis made for humanity’s sake.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A desire to comfort the sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must ever be the ruling thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For without a merciful heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The work can never well be wrought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet pleasures are at her command,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In which she seldom can take part;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has consecrated herself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the grand work that fills her heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only the noblest human souls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Engage in woman’s highest work,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The selfish and hard-hearted ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can always find excuse to shirk.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_193" id="page_193"></a>{193}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sick are hard to satisfy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the nurse exerts her trained skill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes to give, sometimes deny,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mildly sway the fickle will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By sweet smiles and true devotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She makes the invalid her friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who appreciates the kindness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With which she does his wants attend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When wild becomes the fevered brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The patient thinks the nurse his foe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagines he is in a fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And strikes his friend a fearful blow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With wondrous strength she holds him down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Let go (he cries) I’ll break your head,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when his frenzy has expired,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sinks back exhausted, almost dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the nurse’s fine work begins,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The right remedies are applied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She calls the doctor, orders help,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And does not leave the patient’s side.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_194" id="page_194"></a>{194}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With noble zeal, the doctor’s help,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And support from the patient’s friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reason returns, the strength’s restored,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the sick man’s condition mends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thru all the trials in her work,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The nurse must wear a smile serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The patient may rave, scold and swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No frown upon her face is seen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The splendid self control she shows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is worthy of the highest praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May Heaven grant well earned reward,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fill her life with happy days.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_195" id="page_195"></a>{195}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_SWEET_DISPOSITION" id="A_SWEET_DISPOSITION"></a>A SWEET DISPOSITION.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brave deeds have been done and glory oft won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the heroic and strong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their lives they have braved and thousands have saved,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And well they are praised in song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The soldiers who fight for country and right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And often suffer great pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserve the applause of friends of the cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That they ventured their lives to gain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The active and brave, on land and on wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We praise for every good deed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skill they’ve acquired, is warmly admired,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And people bid them God speed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But there’s a small class, that none can surpass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In whatever condition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis those who are blest, with love in the breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a sweet disposition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For such is reserved and richly deserved,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The best love our hearts can give;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we feel quite sure, the sweetest are pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the best people that live.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_196" id="page_196"></a>{196}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis the warmest love that comes from above,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That fits for its high mission,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavenly face abounding in grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a sweet disposition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy is the mind to virtue inclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That can one’s temper control,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never show wrath, no matter who hath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grave insults offered its soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis sound common sense and brings recompense,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be patient and be good;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His mind must be strong, that never goes wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And always does as he should.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great is the delight in knowing one’s right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In every position,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And happy and rife, is the journey thru life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a sweet disposition.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_197" id="page_197"></a>{197}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_SCOW_RACE" id="THE_SCOW_RACE"></a>THE SCOW RACE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There were twenty scows in the fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waiting at Detroit for a breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were bound to have a fine meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Under the rule—go as you please.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They were all bound for Anchor Bay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the north end of Lake St. Clair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About thirty-five miles away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quickly reached when winds are fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A sail ahoy,” a sailor cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I see her coming round the bend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind is from the starboard side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seems to give her a fair send.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All hands on deck, unlash dem sails,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Jus see de Foam she’s caught the breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heave dat anchor, come on, you gales,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We’ll beat de Foam wid greatest ease.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hoist de foresail, shake out dem reefs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We need all de breeze dat’s comin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind your Cap’in we’re not all chiefs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We’ll soon have de ole scow hummin.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_198" id="page_198"></a>{198}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Joe, take de helm, Jack, go for’ard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hoist de stanin jib, fly aroun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up with the flying jib, Dorard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hoist de main sail, now off we’re boun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Keep out de current, Joe, look out,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Keep close shore American side.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See dem trying to beat us out,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Dolphin on Canada side.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Never mine rushes, don’t be fraid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wine that center board clear up tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now we will lead de whole parade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We can beat em all goin light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What’s dat, Jack, de Annie’s gainin?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Too much current, Joe, hold her in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pay off main sheet, now it’s rainin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dat’s good, our ole sails hold more win.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“See dare! de Sweeper’s ahead now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She’s boun to pass de light house firse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never mine, she’s light draf scow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In de lak we’ll give her a burse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Here we are in ole Lak St. Clair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Take de helm, Bob, give Joe a res,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lots of room here if all play fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we’ll not be de secon bes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_199" id="page_199"></a>{199}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“See de White Pigeon how she scoots,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She has de bes breeze in de fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cap’in Isaac swells in his boots,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When he gets home he’ll have to treat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What’s de matter? we’re fallin back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dare is four or five ahead now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See de Lucinda in our track,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And de Ruffin crossin our bow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Set your fore gaff and your main gaff,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wing out dem sails, mind your helm, Bob,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ll let em know we’re not a raff,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To beat us da got a big job.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“See de Abe Lincoln crawlin up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She’s hard to beat when by de win.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wid fair win can’t git de cup.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we are sure to beat her in.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now de Comet’s pushin hard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her big square sail catches de breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish we had a good fore yard.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never mine, she’s only a tease.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Git dat ole canvas out de hole,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lash it to fore riggin each side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretch it out good wid dem pike pole,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now Miss Comet can step one side.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_200" id="page_200"></a>{200}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where’s de Louise an Margaret,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">St. Stephen an Napoleon?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">De Betsey’s behine, poor old Bet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">De sweet Alvina’s comin on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where’s de Bronson and de Eugene,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And de Margaret Alice too?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Da’s way behine and can’t be seen.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And de Axford all do she’s new.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What’s dat you say, she is groanin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fire dat cannon, give em a greet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she’s groanin den she’s goin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">De ole Fair Trader leads de fleet,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Vansaw, bring out your ole fiddle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Play—de girl I lef so handy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Den Sallie go down de middle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sweet Yankee doodle dandy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Haul in dat main sheet, come in stays,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drop anchor, make dat cannon boom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cap’in Poquet will git de praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">De ole Fair Trader’s won de broom.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_201" id="page_201"></a>{201}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_HAPPY_CHOICE" id="A_HAPPY_CHOICE"></a>A HAPPY CHOICE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">We met at a party,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The greeting was hearty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her conduct was lady-like and kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I noticed her reserve,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And quickly did observe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she was educated and refined.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">She was dressed so neatly.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And she smiled so sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her manners were so pleasing to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That I felt enraptured,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And was fairly captured,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I wondered what the result would be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">My plans were helped along,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By some who did belong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By friendship and relation to her side;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They called me a good catch,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And sought to make a match,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see their friend become a happy bride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Then I aimed to acquire,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The one I did admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to make her my partner for life;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I did not have a doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That she would carry out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev’ry duty that belongs to a wife.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_202" id="page_202"></a>{202}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">I told her my intent,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And asked her to consent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And promised I would love her evermore;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And then she did reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She was pleased to comply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love me as she never loved before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Now we are man and wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Have entered married life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are settled in a sweet little home;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I always do my best,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My wife does all the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And neither one has any wish to roam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">We have a little boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Our greatest source of joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sweet disposition like his mother;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He is a darling pet,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And we will not forget,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a tie that binds us to each other.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">We work well together,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Serve and please each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And do not know of any better plan;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Our home is one of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And we will never cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make it as attractive as we can.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_203" id="page_203"></a>{203}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">My wife is always kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She has a noble mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is as good as I thought she would be;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve reason to rejoice,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I made a happy choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that my darling wife is pleased with me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/deco.png" width="20" height="17" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<h3><a name="BEAUTIFUL_FLOWERS" id="BEAUTIFUL_FLOWERS"></a>BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beautiful flowers turned their faces to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sweet little flowers threw kisses at me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The larger flowers gently beckoned to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the pretty flowers talked love to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I turned toward the river, it was grand to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its banks were as pretty as river banks can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trees dressed in gay colors were smiling at me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas a world filled with beauty, with beauty for me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_204" id="page_204"></a>{204}</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_VALUE_OF_A_FRIEND" id="THE_VALUE_OF_A_FRIEND"></a>THE VALUE OF A FRIEND.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How few there are who appreciate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The value of a friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose love is so deep, sincere and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You can on it depend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How often amid the storms of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A little help you need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How cheering then to have a friend<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is a friend indeed,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when those storms continue to rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And friends to shelter go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The genuine friend stands by you then,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And helps ward off the blow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God pity the man who would betray<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Christ-like loving friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose heart is with him everywhere<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And will be to the end.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/back.jpg" width="369" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="full" /> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Crocket McElroy - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 52623-h.htm or 52623-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - 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