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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Poems - -Author: Cora C. Bass - -Release Date: December 23, 2017 [EBook #56228] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison 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 - CORA C. BASS. - [HARLEY VANE.] - - LOWELL, MASS.: - LAWLER & CO., PRINTERS, 36 CENTRAL STREET. - 1899. - - - - - COPYRIGHT BY - CORA C. BASS. - 1899. - - - - -_PREFACE._ - - -_Thanks are due to The New York Observer, The Churchman, Zion's Herald, -Christian Register, The Standard, Outing, Boston Transcript, Portland -Transcript, The New England Home Magazine, and others, for permission -to re-print poems of mine that have appeared in their columns._ - - _CORA C. BASS._ - - - - -_CONTENTS._ - - - The Sweetest Songs 7 - - Unbidden Guests 9 - - Sea and Cliff 10 - - The March of Time 11 - - A Gift 12 - - Would We Dwell on the Mountain Height? 14 - - Chill not the Heart that Trusts Thee 15 - - He Lies in State 16 - - Hope-On-River 17 - - At Sea 18 - - Mirth 19 - - Flora 20 - - Where Passaconaway Was Wont to Stand 21 - - Spring 22 - - Kearsarge 23 - - Dead on the Field of Battle 24 - - Listen, Comrades 28 - - Memorial Poem 33 - - Arise, My Soul 37 - - A Hymn of Praise 38 - - Bright as the Sunshine After Showers 40 - - Bunker Hill 41 - - Rising Tide 43 - - The Glorious Fourth 44 - - The Lord will Provide 47 - - Joy 49 - - The Missing Path 50 - - Life 51 - - Another Day 52 - - The Future 53 - - Do Not Say That the World is Cold 54 - - A Song to the Zephyr 56 - - Laugh and be Happy 58 - - Spare the Trees 59 - - Thoughts of You 60 - - True, Ah, True, the Roses Fall 62 - - Laugh On 64 - - The Worker Bee 65 - - The Comforter 66 - - The Clouds Cannot Last Forever 67 - - The Heart That is Hard to Win 68 - - Sleep, Minstrel, Sleep 69 - - The Storm 70 - - 'Mid Eternal Snow 71 - - Our Dear Ones 72 - - Even-Tide 74 - - Press On! 75 - - - - -Poems. - - - - -_THE SWEETEST SONGS._ - - - The sweetest songs are left unsung, - The sweetest themes unread, - The sweetest chords are left unstrung, - The sweetest words unsaid. - How strange it is, and yet how true, - Surpassing mortal ken, - We still can catch a blessed view - Of thought and times and men. - - Though brightest paths remain unknown, - And few the heights we tread, - Though we must struggle on alone - With deepest tears unshed; - Although our hearts are anguish wrung - And ev'ry effort pain, - If we can keep another young, - We have not lived in vain. - - 'Tis said the fairest buds decay; - Perhaps they do, and yet, - Upon the darkest, dullest way - How many flowers are met. - The happy hours so quickly flee - We sigh to see them go, - When out upon life's troubled sea - The moments move so slow. - - Shall sweetest songs be left unsung? - The sweetest themes unread? - The sweetest chords be left unstrung? - The sweetest words unsaid? - When we have but to do our best, - The very best we can, - To have the future richly blest - Of God and truth and man. - - - - -_UNBIDDEN GUESTS._ - - - Good thoughts are like the violet demure— - So sweet, so pure; - They ope their happy eyes - 'Neath stormy skies, - Calm and secure. - - As guests unbidden though perchance they come, - They make the dumb, - Pale silence blithely ring - And sad lips sing - Most frolicsome. - - - - -_SEA AND CLIFF._ - - - The lurid breakers dash in rifts of white - Upon the reef, rebounding to the sky, - And yet by yonder point the trembling surf - In distance dies; as darkness coils around - Our rugged path we pause, each nerve alert. - How grand the march majestic of the night - Amid the raging tempest's grim display - Of rain and hail and that too vivid flash - Which makes the inky blackness more intense! - But now the pall is riven and behold! - The beauteous sun, whose rich, prismatic glow - Illumes a jewelled curtain, poised thereon - A rainbow plumed for flight, while earth lies wrapped - In golden glory. Many a sail full set - Is homeward speeding, bearing happy hearts - To where love anxious waits and eager eyes - Will sweetest welcome give. O, World rejoice! - Confronted by the swift incoming tide, - With hurried step we scale the dizzy cliff, - Delivered by the one all-potent hand, - That ever waits to still life's sternest storms. - - - - -_THE MARCH OF TIME._ - - - Steadily marching, swift or slow, - Moments and months and days they go. - Moments and months and days and years - Laden with hope and love and tears. - - Laden with hope that cheered the way - When earth lay wrapped in twilight gray, - In twilight gray, till shining through - The fair, sweet promise grew and grew. - - Fair, sweet promise of joy, of bliss, - We should not, could not, would not, miss - Of bliss so perfect, bliss so true, - We fain would keep that bliss in view. - - Steadily marching, swift or slow, - Moments and months and days they go, - Moments and months and days and years, - And then—eternity appears. - - - - -_A GIFT._ - - - It was given him in youth, - Bestowed by a kingly hand; - Sweet as the flower of truth, - When its first fair buds expand. - It was given him to prize, - To guard with a jealous care; - This gift in a humble guise - But precious beyond compare. - - It was given him—he turned - From promise so close concealed, - Although in his soul he yearned - To follow the unrevealed. - He turned from a gift which came - In the flush of boyhood days, - It clung to him just the same - As he trod the world's wild maze. - - It was given him—it slept, - But would not be cast aside; - Till into his heart it crept - A-quiver with love and pride. - Yes, into his heart it crept, - He worked with a new-born skill; - And whether he laughed or wept - He worked with a steadfast will. - - It was given him—he caught - It close to his heaving breast - And a miracle was wrought, - For a genius stood confessed. - The gift which he held the least - Was the gift the Lord had sent; - Lo, the angel at the feast - He had misnamed, discontent. - - - - -_WOULD WE DWELL ON THE MOUNTAIN - -HEIGHT?_ - - - Would we dwell on the mountain height - Whence the world is lovely and bright. - Then we must be eager to climb, - Ready and willing to press - For the noble, the true, the sublime, - To comfort, to bless. - - Would we stand like heroes of yore - When life's sternest conflicts are o'er, - Would we stand triumphant at last, - Or weep the chances we miss - As the tide of the battle sweeps past— - To conquer is bliss. - - Would we see the foemen retreat, - The foemen we dreaded to meet, - Battalions of pain, of despair:— - On! it is never too late! - Let us strive for a heritage fair, - A royal estate. - - - - -_CHILL NOT THE HEART THAT TRUSTS - -THEE._ - - - Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul! - Be brave to bear, to suffer, to forgive; - Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll - But love and live. - - Chill not the heart that trusts thee, though thine eyes - With tears are dim, and ev'ry effort pain; - A day reveals, perchance, this sad surprise, - Eternal gain. - - Chill not the heart that trusts thee, dark indeed - The way may seem, but sacred is the trust - Of faith, which while it may not stoop to plead - Is ever just. - - Chill not the heart that trusts thee, cares defeat - The true, the good, the noble, who can tell? - Truth's eagle glance may yet direct thy feet - And all be well. - - Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul! - Be brave to bear, to suffer—to forgive; - Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll - But love and live. - - - - -_HE LIES IN STATE._ - - _Frederic T. Greenhalge._ - - - He lies in state - 'Neath nature's peerless catafalque of snow, - The friend beloved, the good, the grand, the great, - He lies in state. - - In silent state; - Well may the tide of feeling fuller flow, - While men upon his noble worth dilate, - He lies in state. - - In silent state, - Our faithful Governor, the fearless foe - Of ev'ry wrong. By memory's pearly gate - He lies in state. - - The regal state, - That only kingly souls can come to know, - Which truth and character alone create: - He lies in state. - - - - -_HOPE-ON-RIVER._ - - - Hope-On-River leads to bliss; - Who would such a journey miss? - O'er the waters, limpid, sweet, - Floating to the Saviour's feet. - - Hope-On-River is divine, - Fairer than the storied Rhine; - On its bosom homeward glide, - Moving with the gentle tide. - - Hope-On-River runs for all, - Runs beyond the jasper wall— - Runs to weary pilgrims bear - Past the portals of despair. - - Hope-On-River ever flows, - Purest, sweetest, mortal knows, - On its waters float to rest - In the city of the blest. - - - - -_AT SEA._ - - - Afar the timid moonbeams shyly creep - Behind a purple pall of clouds so drear, - It smites the captain's loyal heart with fear; - Vainly would he a keener vigil keep, - Yet few would dream the traitor, Danger, near, - Till through yon misty curtain clean and clear - And swift the gleaming lights of death appear, - Twin-born. Alas! men waken from sweet sleep - Too late to seek escape; the vessel thrills - In ev'ry nerve, an almost human groan - Wells from her tortured breast; she reels, she fills. - A hundred anguished souls for mercy moan— - But kindly, Time, the storm of terror stills - And meek Diana treads the night alone. - - - - -_MIRTH._ - - - Who has not felt his pulses gaily leap - And throb and burn, the feeble step grow light - And freer speed to scale life's fairest height - As some sweet song, or merry jest or deep - Toned humorous note lulls lagging care to sleep. - Man may be mirthful built and yet contrite, - May bear a buoyant heart through darkest night - Whilst hope and love their angel vigil keep - Twin foes of fear and gloom. Oh, loyal soul - That dares to walk upright with dauntless tread; - Amid the din of battle and the roll - Of thunder-guns storm shattered o'er thy head, - Press on, press ever onward, to the goal, - And round thee joy-refulgent freely shed. - - - - -_FLORA._ - - - In a dainty robe of green - Comes the nodding daffadilly - And the stately Easter lily; - In the meadows cowslips shimmer, - Crocuses with dewdrops glimmer; - April's smile and May's soft splendor - Linger o'er us gentle, tender; - Fair forget-me-nots convene - In the most delightful places; - Mount and vale are wrapped in glory, - Greylock doffs his tippet hoary, - And Wachusett stands new crowned - Thanks to Flora, queen of graces; - Laurel draped and daisy gowned. - - - - -_WHERE PASSACONAWAY WAS WONT TO - -STAND._ - - - Where Passaconaway was wont to stand, - Piercing the distance with intrepid eye, - The teeming mills their rhythmic shuttles ply. - Many knelt subservient to the hand - Of that good sachem of a noted band; - But labor like a chieftain, leads us high, - To fairer fields where richer guerdons lie - Than he aspired to win; the bold demand - Of Time is met by a triumphant throng - Which presses onward, upward, evermore; - And cities in their children true as strong - Live worthy the brave men who marched before, - Speeding the hum of Industry's glad song - O'er heights the noble red man trod of yore. - - - - -_SPRING._ - - - Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring. - The woodland nymphs are charming us anew, - And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue. - Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing, - The butterfly flits past no more to cling - A slave forlorn to some enamored branch. - How joyfully the laughing lilies launch - Their dainty barques; they safe at anchor swing - In many a sylvan nook. Swift and free - The swallow skims athwart the river's breast - A burnished emblem of the glancing sea - Which ever glimmers in a vague unrest:— - An image beautiful, content to be - By minds diverse in divers colors dressed. - - - - -_KEARSARGE._ - - - Long as thy sponsors stand in regal pride, - Aurora's kiss on each benignant brow, - Will men with laurel fair thy fame endow; - The stricken Alabama shall provide - The queen gem in thy priceless crown; the tide - Which racked thy battle-scarred and hoary prow, - Yet seeks in rhythm tender to avow - How by Roncador's will, alas, ye died. - Columbia well thy deeds may deify, - In liberty immortal rise, be blest, - While stars with march majestic, tread the sky, - Thy home behold in every free man's breast; - Piratic torch and Boreas but vie - When—lo! with charms sublime they thee invest. - - - - -_DEAD ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE._ - - _Written by request, and read at Huntington Hall, Memorial Evening - Services, 1896._ - - - Dead on the field of battle, the sacrifice complete, - With none to tell the story of that last sublime retreat, - The fearless rush to conquer and the awful price it cost - When riven lines were reeling like a vessel tempest tossed. - - Dead on the field of battle, the glowing words inspire - The courage of the hero as he meets the foeman's fire; - His bayonet is flashing in the thickest of the fight, - An invincible avenger of liberty and right. - - Dead on the field of battle, away from home and friends - And dying for the country ev'ry loyal son defends, - The clash of arms around him with the battlefield his bier, - He gives his life a ransom for the flag he holds so dear. - - Dead on the field of battle, untroubled by its roar - The willing hands are quiet as they never were before; - The eager eyes are fading and the pleasant smile has flown, - But the record he is leaving is evermore his own. - - Dead on the field of battle, we search but search in vain - To find the missing martyr 'mid the legions of the slain; - Downtrodden in the conflict there is nothing left to show - The consecrated service of the one who lies below. - - * * * * * - - Dead on the field of battle, let patient mourners weep, - Nor dream that eulogies alone can bless the watch they keep; - For sacred is the hallowed spot where fairest blossoms bloom, - And where our starry banner waves above the soldiers' tomb. - - Dead on the field of battle, in nameless graves they lie, - A host of gallant comrades 'neath a tender southern sky; - And no man knows the number, or beheld them as they fell, - Or hopes to pierce the silence where they now so calmly dwell. - - Dead on the field of battle,—on Freedom's holy shrine, - But Honor's hand shall point us to their monument divine, - A catafalque of glory that abides above the brave, - This great and growing Union they so freely died to save. - - Dead on the field of battle,—the battlefield of life, - Unmindful of its turmoil and the ceaseless din of strife; - Though many still may linger of the brave, the tried, the true, - They all must quickly gather for the final grand review. - - Dead on the field of battle? Nay, living heroes come - With martial note, with banners furled, with sadly muffled drum; - We hear the dirges wailing past upon the fragrant breeze, - And know they swell and sob and die, o'er thousands such as these. - - Dead on the field of battle, the bugle sweet and clear - Is telling how they fought and bled, these soldiers we revere;— - These noble comrades, honor crowned, now moving on abreast - To love's eternal camping ground and to eternal rest. - - - - -_LISTEN, COMRADES._ - - _Written by request and read at Huntington Hall, Memorial Evening - Services, 1897._ - - - Listen, comrades, deep and tender is the burden of the strain, - Like a restful benediction to the battle weary brain. - Over vale and wood and mountain, it shall echo far and wide, - Praising those who fought and conquered, praising those who fought - and died. - - In the beauty of the springtime with what rapture we have heard - Thrilling notes of martial music till the palsied limbs have - stirred, - And we felt to still be marching, marching as we used to do, - With the grand old flag before us and the victory in view. - - We were brothers, heroes, comrades, as the charging lines advanced - And the brilliant flash of weapons down the surging columns - glanced; - How we struck for home and country through a storm of shot and - shell, - And as one we fought and conquered, or as one we fought and fell. - - How we struck for home and country 'mid the ardor of the fray, - With our comrades falling 'round us and an eager foe at bay: - Oh, our willing hands were steady and our willing hearts were - strong, - Though the furloughs were so fleeting and the way so dark and long. - - Oh, our willing hands were steady and our hearts were strong to - win, - Though the way was rough and rugged and the serried ranks grew - thin; - Though the way was rough and rugged and our eyes were dim with - pain, - We beheld the spires of Richmond over hillocks of the slain. - - We beheld the spires of Richmond, with prophetic light they shone - In the tranquil southern sunshine as proclaiming her our own; - Yet how solemn was the moment when downtrodden at our feet - Lay the patriot, the comrade, with his martyr's work complete. - - We beheld the spires of Richmond and Columbia at peace;— - An eternal badge of glory in the stricken slave's release. - Names, alone, may be forgotten in the ceaseless rush of years, - But our deeds are doubly hallowed by a nation's smiles and tears. - - Will the future find us ready:—ready as in sixty-one, - When we heard the voice of freedom in the boom of Sumter's gun? - Faith and hope and love sustain us, e'en as when we sought to stand - In the forefront of the conflict, the defenders of our land. - - From the Union constellation not a single star was rent, - For the wealth of pride and party in a common cause were blent; - And the graceful folds above us, bullet scarred and blood embossed - Are a peerless proclamation of the sacrifice and cost. - - Well we know the sacred standard guarding ev'ry soldier's grave - Must remain what we have made it, the insignia of the brave; - Precious, speaking of the partings that have sanctified the past, - Holy—for the great reunion we are looking to at last. - - Can we, dare we, be despondent, should we hear the midnight call? - Would we shun the gracious welcome, with its day of rest for all? - Nay! a clearer light is dawning when each trusting soul shall seem - Like a vessel gently gliding homeward, heavenward, with the stream. - - Honor's meed of fragrant blossoms brightly blooming o'er the dead, - Marks the dear, familiar pathway that their feet were wont to - tread; - They are waiting, as are many in this world so sweet and fair, - Waiting, waiting, only waiting, but the waiting is a prayer. - - - - -_MEMORIAL POEM._ - - _Written by request, and read at Memorial Evening Services, 1898._ - - - Sweet is the breath of the springtime, when the sound of the bugle - is heard, - Its soul thrilling pæans swift echo the clear ringing notes of a - bird; - And bright is the face of the hillside for summer's own coming - arrayed, - The voice of the singer must falter, the beautiful flowers must - fade. - - Precious and far more enduring than the blessings kind nature - bestows - Is Liberty, firmly abiding, a peerless memorial of those - Who turned from their calm avocations to cheerfully hurry away; - For a grateful people preserving the freedom we cherish to-day. - - We see them; lo! here is a father, a brother, a lover, a friend, - They are marching, and marching, and marching till their kindred - forces blend; - And boldly they strive to press forward, unawed by the battle's - dread din, - So ready to struggle and suffer, to struggle and suffer and win. - - Steadfast and faithful and fearless, though every advantage they - gain - Is a legacy, cruel, of sorrow to the loved ones of the slain. - Hark! to the booming of cannon, to the shrill piercing scream of a - shell, - And yonder poor widow is weeping a lad who at Gettysburg fell. - - Leaden hail raining around him, at the head of the column he stood, - Determined if needs be to die there as only a patriot could; - And fighting as brave as a lion; ay, brave as a lion at bay, - He shouted "The Union forever!" and sank in the midst of the fray. - - Then holy, thrice holy the record, the blood written record of - deeds - Which proves, by the fruit of his effort, the work of the martyr - succeeds; - And fitting it is that the blossoms should ever be destined to shed - A shower of delicate perfume o'er the hallowed graves of the dead. - - Blessed it is to do homage to the men who would willingly give - The promises fair of the future, that we as a nation might live; - And whether they fell in the conflict, or wounded and weary - returned, - May theirs be the glorious tribute the true hearted heroes have - earned. - - Sweet is the voice of the springtime when the soldiers assemble as - one - To eulogize those who have fallen in the wake of service well done; - Many are quietly sleeping 'neath the blush of the warm southern - sky, - But the lilies are blooming above them and the old flag floats on - high. - - They have bivouacked oft in the south-land, the enemy fully in - view, - With cities and armies to conquer, herculean duties to do; - With the earth itself for a pillow, their shelter the heaven's - blue dome, - But now all too swiftly and surely, the comrades are gathering - home. - - Into the Guardian Presence neither peril nor passion intrude, - When low at the feet of the Saviour the fountain of life is - renewed; - As long as our country shall prosper, as long as our banner shall - wave, - Sever the bonds of oppression as they severed the bonds of the - slave. - - - - -_ARISE, MY SOUL!_ - - - Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary, - Where dark and dread battalions line the way; - The grandest heights refuse to make us weary - When we can struggle upward day by day. - - Arise, my soul! do swift and valiant battle, - Tread down the foe beneath thy steadfast feet; - Fear not the stern assault, the cannon's rattle, - A moment's failure makes the end more sweet. - - Arise, my soul! lo! victory is waiting, - Be not afraid to suffer and to dare; - Push boldly on, no jot of strength abating, - The crown is brighter for the cross we bear. - - Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary, - Though dark and dread battalions line the way; - The grandest heights can never make us weary - If we but struggle upward day by day. - - - - -_A HYMN OF PRAISE._ - - - O what gracious gifts are ours, when on every hand - Bursting buds and blushing flowers beautify the land; - Till a host of treasures lie, delicate and sweet, - 'Neath the mantle of the sky, crushed by careless feet. - - Many a floral gem is hid in a casket green, - But a zephyr lifts the lid and its worth is seen; - Through the meadows broad and fair, violets demure - Scatter incense rich and rare, happy and secure. - - As the seasons glide along, earth's a pleasant place, - Just a miracle of song, typical of grace: - Wondrous visions charm the eye while the moments flee, - Each a message from on high sent to you and me. - - See the swallows, how they roam in a ceaseless flight, - Ever on the wing for home chanting their delight. - Dare we steep our raptured souls in external bliss - As life's mystery uprolls from fate's dull abyss? - - Hark! the magic touch of Spring wakes a tender chord, - O it is a joy to bring tribute to our Lord; - Jesus calls us from despair, offers peace for strife; - Our's the gift of praise and prayer; His, eternal life. - - - - -_BRIGHT AS THE SUNSHINE AFTER - -SHOWERS._ - - - When the heart lies crushed 'neath a load of sorrow, - When life's broad river moves sad and slow; - When hope is lost in a dread to-morrow, - Where all is worry and weight and woe; - When hands reject the cross they carry, - When feet would falter and strength would fail, - When better days seem bound to tarry; - Eyes grow tearful and lips grow pale. - - When even the pleasantest hours are dreary, - And each new effort is like despair; - When we are so worn and weak and weary, - We fain would yield to the cruel care; - Bright as the sunshine after showers, - The smile of a friend illumes the way; - Strewing the rugged path with flowers, - Turning the even-tide to day. - - - - -_THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL._ - - - No bridges stood uniting shore with shore - And houses, bounded by the busy stream - On either hand, were few; men caught a gleam - Of crippled Boston, through whose highways tore - The troops; embarking, on they swiftly bore - 'Mid roaring cannon and the awful scream - Of shells; poor puppets of a royal scheme - To King Taxation's iron rule restore. - The honest sod recoiled from their hot tread, - But baffled fury trod with reckless haste - Till hemmed about by their own slaughtered dead - When twice the dizzy charge had been retraced; - They found no weakling foe was that ahead - And shivered at the task which yet they faced. - - Above doomed Charlestown bombs were bursting shrill, - And flaming steeples pierced the pitying sky - As eager feet kept marching, marching by - To where the cheer triumphant sent a thrill - Athwart the loyal breast of Bunker Hill. - "Aim low and fire!" Well might the red-coats fly - Before the "echo" of brave Prescott's cry, - A cry that speared them with defeat's cold chill. - Though twice Columbia's pulse victorious stirred, - Ere twilight could her sable shield prepare, - A long derisive "British yell" was heard - To summon forth battalions of despair; - When it was only victory deferred - To even lure the "Lion" from his lair. - - With muskets clubbed our fathers held the slope - Which midnight saw them arming for the fray, - And still they strove to keep the foe at bay; - Beside the fence they saw their comrades cope - With those who would fore'er the star of hope - Eclipse behind the slavery cloud and say:— - "Thus Monarchy subdues her rebel prey." - Although the fields were red they would not grope - But dared the "Glasgow," dared the lance, the gun; - And, founders of a nation, boldly sought - On Prospect's brow the rest so nobly won, - While other lands the blessed tidings caught - Of daring deeds by "mere provincials" done, - And marveled at the skill with which they fought. - - - - -_RISING TIDE._ - - - Foam flecked the fragrant waves rush gayly up - The creamy beach, or sport amid the reefs, - With song's triumphant, on and on they come; - And as the fair horizon bends her bow - To guard the bay, a "liner" dim discerned - Is signaled ere she softly sinks from view - Behind the purple curtain of the deep. - - Glance, graceful gull,— - Through rifts of spray, until my raptured soul - Baptized with joy attunes its eager harp - To Ocean's mood ... so redolent with life, - And hope, and destiny. - - - - -_THE GLORIOUS FOURTH._ - - - On echo's pinions words inspired went ringing through the land, - To bid the colonies as one for Independence stand, - And Adams, Franklin, Livingston, were typical of men - Who watched the march prophetic of the Jeffersonian pen, - Which wrote: "We are and ought to be" and lo! they seemed to see - A wreath of golden glory frame the magic emblem "_free!_" - Oh, deep the joy that stirred the brave as Philadelphia's bell - Gave forth the grateful tidings in a fervent "all is well!" - - And sternest voices quivered while the laughter born of tears - Disclosed a richer cadence in the quick, triumphant cheers; - Though gazing down the vale of time, how could they then behold - The beauty of a government of so divine a mould? - While booming cannon shook the shore for many a dreary day, - Columbia stood majestic 'mid the ardor of the fray; - And in the act which swept aside the royalty of birth - Beheld a matchless kingdom, and the emperor was _Worth_. - - No more could Monarchy pretend to plant an iron heel - Upon a weary people or the last forlorn appeal; - And when Britannia rashly strove to break the spell defeat, - She only made the footing of the Union more complete. - For, by Mount Vernon's sacred shade, on Erie's broad expanse, - The foe again was banished by the steady cry: "Advance!" - And laurel wreathed must Perry's name indelibly be traced - Upon the roll of honor which can never be effaced. - - The "Glorious Fourth" of Sixty-three saw Vicksburg doomed to fall, - As gallant sons of Freedom pressed rebellion to the wall; - And while progression's brilliant light illumes the tender sky - The heroes of the present must the present need supply. - What happiness to meditate on how the nation grew - Till swift electric chargers dare the steeds of steam pursue; - How good it is to feel, to know, the truth of this decree - That "God made all men equal" and beyond denial "Free." - - - - -_THE LORD WILL PROVIDE._ - - - "The Lord will provide," a blackbird sings, - Folding to rest his raptured wings; - List to the song of the drowsy wind,— - "The Lord will provide for he is kind." - - "The Lord will provide," a farmer's stay, - When storms, like foemen, throng the way; - "Though blight bewilder the crops this year, - The Lord will provide, good wife, no fear." - - "The Lord will provide," a widow's moan - Longing for joy the past has known; - The weary needle forgets its woe - As "He will provide," she whispers low. - - "The Lord will provide," a sore heart sighed, - "I in his boundless love confide." - A step came staggering to the door; - The Lord will provide forever more. - - "The Lord will provide," a father said, - My darlings will not want for bread; - He who sees the wounded sparrow fall - Will surely provide for one and all. - - "The Lord will provide," sang Baby Nell; - How sweetly the assurance fell - On the spirit worn with grief and pain, - Till the fainting faith revived again. - - "The Lord will provide, my mamma, dear," - And swift she kisses the healing tear - From the grateful mother's pallid cheek; - "The Lord provides for the poor and weak." - - "The Lord will provide," an orphan wails, - As every spring of living fails; - "The Lord will provide," the martyr cries - And, lo! with a smiling face he dies. - - - - -_JOY._ - - - I sought for it everywhere - In the circuit of earth and of air; - In the blessing's ambition will bring; - In beautiful, bountiful spring. - I sought for it high and low, - Where thought of a mortal may go; - But never a trace could I find; - I could not, for lo! I was blind. - - - - -_THE MISSING PATH._ - - - Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we missed to-day? - With flowers fair and fragrant that ran along the way; - The sky all bright above it; the breezes balmy sweet, - Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we fain would meet. - - Why should it seem so pleasant, although we could not see - Its living lines of beauty unfolding full and free? - Well we knew each winding would our weary feet invite, - Gliding upward, onward, through the realms of life and light. - - Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we missed to-day, - Blooming fresh and fragrant as the flowers of the May? - The sky all bright above it; the breezes balmy sweet, - Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we fain would meet? - - - - -_LIFE._ - - - Life is like the ocean - Broad and deep; - Billows of emotion - O'er it sweep; - We must battle boldly - With the tide, - Lest it waft us coldly - Far and wide. - - Life is bright or dreary - Where we dwell; - Though our feet are weary, - All is well, - Ever bravely pressing - On our way; - Fairer is the blessing - Day by day. - - Life is like a jewel - In the rough; - Cut it, be not cruel - Just enough. - Polish, till its glory - Full, divine, - Tells a noble story; - Even thine. - - - - -_ANOTHER DAY._ - - - Another day, another day, - How swiftly it has sailed away. - It brought us moments,—precious things, - Of fairy frame and willing wings; - But as they flee, we sigh and say, - "Alas, for thee, another day!" - - Another day, another day - Is riding boldly on its way; - May we be brave to do and bear, - And in its full fruition share! - For sweet it is when we can say, - "How good to have another day." - - - - -_THE FUTURE._ - - - The work of the future! How much it may mean - To you and to me. - 'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may glean - Unchallenged, unseen; - As blithe as a bee. - - And then of a sudden, on some golden morn, - The world shall agree - Of the mother, Ambition, a genius is born; - Nay! be not forlorn, - The future is free. - - - - -_DO NOT SAY THAT THE WORLD IS COLD._ - - - Do not say that the world is cold, - The world is a glorious place, - And friends are the same as of old - For each has a generous face. - It is only ourselves that have changed, - The present eclipses the past, - And we are too early estranged - From the love which endures to the last. - - This pride, is it never to blame? - Is the word so easy to speak - Withheld, while we barter for fame - The life we are yearning to seek? - 'Mid the desolate tracks of the soul, - Full oft an oasis is hid - By turning aside from the goal, - Or the too sudden droop of a lid. - - Alas! as we go on alone, - How little we value the cost - Of sacrifice, save for our own, - In the joy another has lost. - Should we pause to consider the heart, - And fathom the depth of its grief, - No power could keep us apart, - Though the parting were never so brief. - - It is ours to bask if we will - Within the bright sunlight of truth: - To sip of the cup which we fill - In the fair, sweet morning of youth. - And our friends, they are ever our own - To comfort, to cherish, sustain; - Though often the care is unknown, - 'Tis enough if we banish the pain. - - Enough, when we give of our best, - A brother is cheered on his way; - Enough, if the weary may rest - 'Mid the fervid heat of the day. - 'Tis enough if the burden we bear - But eases the load of a friend; - Enough, if the burden we share, - We are worthy to share to the end. - - - - -_A SONG TO THE ZEPHYR._ - - - The drowsy waves are lulled to rest, - Are lulled to rest on ocean's breast; - On ocean's breast that gently swells - Like Moore's delightful "Evening Bells." - - Those bells that with bewitching chime - Go pealing down the vale of time; - On echo's wing they swiftly spring, - And then athwart the world they ring. - - Oh, dainty zephyr sweep the deep - And bid the languid pulses leap; - Oh, sweep the deep with fragrant sighs, - In sweet communion with the skies. - - From favored regions far beyond, - We catch a glimmer of thy wand; - Thy magic wand whose happy charm - Shall every foe of love disarm. - - So what care we for idle fear, - For idle fear when thou art near; - When thou art near to waft along - The kindred graces—joy and song. - - Oh, dainty zephyr, sweep the deep - Where dimpled muses softly sleep; - Asleep in ocean's arms they lie, - Like autumn in the tranquil sky. - - Fulfil the soul's supreme desire, - To liquid notes the harp inspire; - To music sweet as wood and lake - When fair Aurora cries "Awake!" - - Ay, dainty zephyr, fan the sea - And bid yon schooner dance with glee; - Yon schooner dance with glee, to breast - The billows in their vague unrest. - - Come, O spirit of the breeze, - I hear a whisper in the trees; - A whisper in the trees, and now - I feel fair fingers on my brow. - - The harp to sweeter pitch is strung, - To sweeter pitch the chords are rung - Till liquid sweetness stirs the air, - As if an angel floated there. - - Floated there in bliss divine, - In bliss too holy to define; - In bliss so high I sigh, I faint, - The image of that bliss to paint. - - - - -_LAUGH AND BE HAPPY._ - - - Laugh and be happy, laugh while you may, - Laugh 'mid the wild, rushing storms of to-day; - Breasting the current when downward it trends, - Grand is the battle if grandly it ends. - - Laugh and be happy; laugh, it is best, - Sailing the wide sweeping sea of unrest; - Though the dark billows are running so high, - Courage! my brother, the haven is nigh. - - Laugh and be happy, laugh while you may, - Laugh 'mid the wild, rushing storms of to-day; - Faith, like a beacon light, woos us along, - Fill the glad moments with laughter and song. - - - - -_SPARE THE TREES._ - - - The noble trees that boldly guard the brave - In pride serene; their lofty domes are sweet - To pavement-weary eyes, and town-worn feet - Move with a freer step as o'er the grave - Of Ladd, of Whitney, their cool banners wave. - How passing fair upon the thriving street - The soothing beauty of this calm retreat; - Awake, O city! and thine ancients save. - What grace the tone refined of sylvan shade - Sheds on the busy square; the Hall, embossed - With figures quaint by Sol himself inlaid. - Throw down the pruning axe and count the cost; - Ay, spare the trees; let none the theme evade, - For what is "time," when such as these are lost. - - - - -_THOUGHTS OF YOU._ - - - I have thought of you many times - On blissful heights; in the vale of woe; - Memory's chorus smoothly chimes - To a rhythmic measure's mellow flow, - The joyful echo of long ago. - - I have prayed for you o'er and o'er, - 'Mid a fleet of shadows dark and drear - Coasting close by the silent shore; - My grateful spirit is ever near, - Unchecked by peril, unawed by fear. - - I have trusted you, faithful, true, - Though the tempest's wrathful fingers rend - Hope's tortured sails and doubts pursue, - What matter whither the storm may trend? - With love my compass and you my friend. - - I have wanted you more and more - While threading the world's delusive maze; - Deaf to its ceaseless rush and roar - Through a dreary medley of weary days, - We still could journey in kindred ways. - - I have watched for you, watched in vain, - To the smiling future clinging fast; - The even-time of grief, of pain - Must yield to a beautiful dawn at last - When the heavy clouds have drifted past. - - - - -_TRUE, AH, TRUE, THE ROSES FALL._ - - _Companion to "Leaf by Leaf the Roses Fall."_ - - - True, ah, true, the roses fall, - And in drops the springs run dry; - Slowly, surely, past recall, - Summer beauties hasten by. - True, the roses bloom again - And the springs gush forth anew, - Singing sweeter for the pain - That could check but not subdue. - - Ay, we know how deepest gloom - Makes the springs of gladness fail; - But when in their richest bloom - Droop the roses, wan and pale; - Search and find the hope that strives, - Poor, downtrodden germ apart; - Nurture kindly till it thrives, - Fairest blossom of the heart. - - Dark may be the days and years - Strewn with leaves of roses dead; - Smile we brighter for the tears - When the northern winds have fled. - Singer sweet, the thought is true,— - Roses fade and springs run dry; - But there's nothing old or new - That has life can ever die. - - Sweetest hopes must needs be fed - If they'd spring to life anew, - When grief's winter shall have fled, - Giving place to sun and dew; - When earth withers like the rose, - All its treasure leaves closed up, - Then that other blossom blows - Life immortal in its cup. - - - - -_LAUGH ON._ - - - Laugh on! happy heart, - For the sunshine part - Is sweetest to play; - It works in a way, - The acme of art. - - With a merry start - Let it onward dart; - Through the night, the day, - Laugh on. - - In the busy mart, - The worry and smart; - Of living be gay - And banish dismay; - Laugh on! happy heart, - Laugh on. - - - - -_THE WORKER BEE._ - - - Through the fields of nodding clover - Comes a dainty little rover; - On from bud to blossom hasting, - Not the smallest moment wasting. - Ever gay and uncomplaining, - Nature's honeyed chalice draining; - Merry little worker bee, - Ev'ry day a jubilee. - - Past the "red-cap's" fragrant bower - To a modest sister flower, - In whose tender heart reposes - All the sweets of all the roses; - Then with golden trophies laden - Homeward hums this busy _maiden_; - Merry little worker bee, - Ev'ry day a jubilee. - - - - -_THE COMFORTER._ - - - He seeketh the rich and the poor, - The weary, long suffering, sad; - He giveth them strength to endure, - He maketh them glad. - Out of the midst of their sorrow - He bringeth them peace; - Ruleth to-day as to-morrow, - When sorrow shall cease. - - - - -_THE CLOUDS CANNOT LAST FOREVER._ - - - The clouds cannot last forever, my friend, - To-day or to-morrow the sun must shine; - The heaviest showers must have an end, - For that is the Will Divine. - Our hearts are heavy when clouds hang low - And tempests of sorrow sweep the land; - But sooner or later they all must go, - And then we shall understand. - - - - -_THE HEART THAT IS HARD TO WIN._ - - - Is there a heart that is hard to win, - A heart to itself untrue? - Never is heart so wrapped in sin - That the light cannot creep through. - Never are feet so slow to climb - As the feet too softly shod; - Never is life so full, sublime, - As the life that leads to God. - - - - -_SLEEP, MINSTREL, SLEEP!_ - - _Celia Thaxter._ - - - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - The island home is lonely, dear, to-day, - And moaning billows ceaseless vigil keep. - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - A hallowed light illuminates the bay, - Where thy sweet spirit loved to hymn the deep. - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - Though generations rise and pass away, - Thy songs sublime shall still the silence sweep. - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - Beside thy couch eternal fountains play - And angels hover near thee:—yet, we weep. - Sleep, minstrel, sleep! - - - - -_THE STORM._ - - - Off fair Nahant the gulls are sweeping low, - And waves beat wild against the rugged wall - By yonder point. Afar, twin schooners crawl - Close reefed; they well may shun the ruddy glow - That climbs the West, but boldly face the foe. - From boat to boat resounds a warning call - As shore and ocean shiver 'neath a pall - Flame lit. When, tempest-tortured, to and fro - We flee before the gale, while lances flash - From passion-freighted clouds; to hope we cling, - Though thought runs riot. Storm battalions clash! - Can sail survive? Ay, scorn the cruel sting! - One effort more, just one more fearless dash— - And white-browed breakers with rejoicings ring. - - - - -_'MID ETERNAL SNOW._ - - - Alone, amid the wild secluded heights - Where Winter holds his solitary sway, - We wrestle with the fury of the storm, - The savage sleet and passion-laden gale; - A sleeping avalanche beneath our feet - And ice-capped giants menacing the way. - Behold, athwart the ebon brow of night - The "fire-zoned orb" with beauteous light illumes - A distant mountain's irridescent rim; - And morning flits with swift, impetuous step - Adown the snow-clad slopes, benignant, free. - Below us lie the valleys, urns of gloom, - Concealing nature's precious treasure trove. - From thence a hundred peaks - Proclaim the royal conquest of the dawn; - All rosy-robed and golden-crowned they stand, - Their rich prismatic splendors softly limned - Upon the dappled curtain of the sky. - - - - -_OUR DEAR ONES._ - - - How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their - pain; - We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in - vain. - How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a - glance; - What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing - enhance. - - How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with - anguish be wrung; - We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young. - How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes - by; - How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh. - - How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the - cross; - More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the - loss. - How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we - rejoice; - How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and - choice. - - - - -_EVEN-TIDE._ - - - What ruddy splendor floods the molten west! - The quiet hills with matchless brilliance burn - Like richest jewels set in liquid gold, - Fit diadem to crown the brow of day. - Through tranquil fields in living glory lapped - The river moves triumphant to the sea; - Fair from the mellow distance, mist defined, - Stand forth sedate, the town's own peaceful spires. - Look up! thou weary one, be not cast down, - For sweet the message of the even-tide. - - - - -_PRESS ON._ - - - Press on! Why shouldst thou falter? Forward, soul! - When, tempest-like, the conflict surges past; - Though o'er thee seething waves of trouble roll, - They cannot last. - - Press on! nor faint, nor fail, whate'er betide; - May each successive blow be bravely met, - For hope shall cleave the closer to thy side - And save thee yet. - - Press on! Why shouldst thou falter? Forward, soul! - What matter though the way is rough and wild? - If thou canst keep thine eye upon the goal, - Be reconciled. - - Press on! the fierce assailant boldly faced - Is half subdued, and he who will may climb; - That life upon a good foundation based - Has conquered Time. - - - - -Transcriber's Note - - - Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations - in hyphenation have been standardized but all other spelling and - punctuation remains unchanged. - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Cora C. 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Bass - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. 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. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Poems - -Author: Cora C. Bass - -Release Date: December 23, 2017 [EBook #56228] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison 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> - - - - - -<div class="figcenter newpage hideepub"> - <img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Cover" /> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<div class="figcenter newpage"> - <img src="images/i_title.jpg" alt="Title_Page" /> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<h1>Poems.</h1> - -<p class="center bold in0">BY<br /> -<span class="xlarge">CORA C. BASS.</span><br /> -[<span class="smcap">Harley Vane.</span>]</p> - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">LOWELL, MASS.:<br /> -<span class="smcap">Lawler & Co., Printers, 36 Central Street</span>.<br /> -1899.</p> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p class="newpage center bold in0"><span class="smcap">Copyright by</span><br /> -CORA C. BASS.<br /> -1899.</p> - - - - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>PREFACE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p><i>Thanks are due to The New York Observer, The -Churchman, Zion's Herald, Christian Register, The -Standard, Outing, Boston Transcript, Portland Transcript, -The New England Home Magazine, and -others, for permission to re-print poems of mine that -have appeared in their columns.</i></p> - -<p class="sigright in0"><i>CORA C. BASS.</i></p> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>CONTENTS.</i></h2> -</div> - -<table summary="Contents"> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Sweetest Songs</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Unbidden Guests</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Sea and Cliff</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The March of Time</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">A Gift</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Would We Dwell on the Mountain Height?</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Chill not the Heart that Trusts Thee</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">He Lies in State</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Hope-On-River</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">At Sea</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Mirth</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Flora</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Where Passaconaway Was Wont to Stand</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Spring</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Kearsarge</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Dead on the Field of Battle</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Listen, Comrades</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Memorial Poem</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Arise, My Soul</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">A Hymn of Praise</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Bright as the Sunshine After Showers</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Bunker Hill</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Rising Tide</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Glorious Fourth</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Lord will Provide</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Joy</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Missing Path</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Life</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Another Day</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Future</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span>Do Not Say That the World is Cold</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">A Song to the Zephyr</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Laugh and be Happy</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Spare the Trees</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Thoughts of You</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">True, Ah, True, the Roses Fall</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Laugh On</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Worker Bee</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Comforter</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Clouds Cannot Last Forever</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Heart That is Hard to Win</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Sleep, Minstrel, Sleep</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Storm</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">'Mid Eternal Snow</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Our Dear Ones</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Even-Tide</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Press On!</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span></p> - - -<p class="newpage center bold in0"><span class="xxlarge">Poems.</span></p> - -<hr class="style1" /> - -<h2 class="no-break"><i>THE SWEETEST SONGS.</i></h2> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The sweetest songs are left unsung,</div> -<div class="i2">The sweetest themes unread,</div> -<div class="i0">The sweetest chords are left unstrung,</div> -<div class="i2">The sweetest words unsaid.</div> -<div class="i0">How strange it is, and yet how true,</div> -<div class="i2">Surpassing mortal ken,</div> -<div class="i0">We still can catch a blessed view</div> -<div class="i2">Of thought and times and men.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Though brightest paths remain unknown,</div> -<div class="i2">And few the heights we tread,</div> -<div class="i0">Though we must struggle on alone</div> -<div class="i2">With deepest tears unshed;</div> -<div class="i0">Although our hearts are anguish wrung</div> -<div class="i2">And ev'ry effort pain,</div> -<div class="i0">If we can keep another young,</div> -<div class="i2">We have not lived in vain.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span><div class="i0">'Tis said the fairest buds decay;</div> -<div class="i2">Perhaps they do, and yet,</div> -<div class="i0">Upon the darkest, dullest way</div> -<div class="i2">How many flowers are met.</div> -<div class="i0">The happy hours so quickly flee</div> -<div class="i2">We sigh to see them go,</div> -<div class="i0">When out upon life's troubled sea</div> -<div class="i2">The moments move so slow.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Shall sweetest songs be left unsung?</div> -<div class="i2">The sweetest themes unread?</div> -<div class="i0">The sweetest chords be left unstrung?</div> -<div class="i2">The sweetest words unsaid?</div> -<div class="i0">When we have but to do our best,</div> -<div class="i2">The very best we can,</div> -<div class="i0">To have the future richly blest</div> -<div class="i2">Of God and truth and man.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>UNBIDDEN GUESTS.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Good thoughts are like the violet demure—</div> -<div class="i10">So sweet, so pure;</div> -<div class="i4">They ope their happy eyes</div> -<div class="i4">'Neath stormy skies,</div> -<div class="i10">Calm and secure.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">As guests unbidden though perchance they come,</div> -<div class="i10">They make the dumb,</div> -<div class="i4">Pale silence blithely ring</div> -<div class="i4">And sad lips sing</div> -<div class="i10">Most frolicsome.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>SEA AND CLIFF.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The lurid breakers dash in rifts of white</div> -<div class="i0">Upon the reef, rebounding to the sky,</div> -<div class="i0">And yet by yonder point the trembling surf</div> -<div class="i0">In distance dies; as darkness coils around</div> -<div class="i0">Our rugged path we pause, each nerve alert.</div> -<div class="i0">How grand the march majestic of the night</div> -<div class="i0">Amid the raging tempest's grim display</div> -<div class="i0">Of rain and hail and that too vivid flash</div> -<div class="i0">Which makes the inky blackness more intense!</div> -<div class="i0">But now the pall is riven and behold!</div> -<div class="i0">The beauteous sun, whose rich, prismatic glow</div> -<div class="i0">Illumes a jewelled curtain, poised thereon</div> -<div class="i0">A rainbow plumed for flight, while earth lies wrapped</div> -<div class="i0">In golden glory. Many a sail full set</div> -<div class="i0">Is homeward speeding, bearing happy hearts</div> -<div class="i0">To where love anxious waits and eager eyes</div> -<div class="i0">Will sweetest welcome give. O, World rejoice!</div> -<div class="i0">Confronted by the swift incoming tide,</div> -<div class="i0">With hurried step we scale the dizzy cliff,</div> -<div class="i0">Delivered by the one all-potent hand,</div> -<div class="i0">That ever waits to still life's sternest storms.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE MARCH OF TIME.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Steadily marching, swift or slow,</div> -<div class="i0">Moments and months and days they go.</div> -<div class="i0">Moments and months and days and years</div> -<div class="i0">Laden with hope and love and tears.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Laden with hope that cheered the way</div> -<div class="i0">When earth lay wrapped in twilight gray,</div> -<div class="i0">In twilight gray, till shining through</div> -<div class="i0">The fair, sweet promise grew and grew.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Fair, sweet promise of joy, of bliss,</div> -<div class="i0">We should not, could not, would not, miss</div> -<div class="i0">Of bliss so perfect, bliss so true,</div> -<div class="i0">We fain would keep that bliss in view.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Steadily marching, swift or slow,</div> -<div class="i0">Moments and months and days they go,</div> -<div class="i0">Moments and months and days and years,</div> -<div class="i0">And then—eternity appears.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span></p> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>A GIFT.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was given him in youth,</div> -<div class="i2">Bestowed by a kingly hand;</div> -<div class="i0">Sweet as the flower of truth,</div> -<div class="i2">When its first fair buds expand.</div> -<div class="i0">It was given him to prize,</div> -<div class="i2">To guard with a jealous care;</div> -<div class="i0">This gift in a humble guise</div> -<div class="i2">But precious beyond compare.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was given him—he turned</div> -<div class="i2">From promise so close concealed,</div> -<div class="i0">Although in his soul he yearned</div> -<div class="i2">To follow the unrevealed.</div> -<div class="i0">He turned from a gift which came</div> -<div class="i2">In the flush of boyhood days,</div> -<div class="i0">It clung to him just the same</div> -<div class="i2">As he trod the world's wild maze.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was given him—it slept,</div> -<div class="i2">But would not be cast aside;</div> -<div class="i0">Till into his heart it crept</div> -<div class="i2">A-quiver with love and pride.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span> -<div class="i0">Yes, into his heart it crept,</div> -<div class="i2">He worked with a new-born skill;</div> -<div class="i0">And whether he laughed or wept</div> -<div class="i2">He worked with a steadfast will.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was given him—he caught</div> -<div class="i2">It close to his heaving breast</div> -<div class="i0">And a miracle was wrought,</div> -<div class="i2">For a genius stood confessed.</div> -<div class="i0">The gift which he held the least</div> -<div class="i2">Was the gift the Lord had sent;</div> -<div class="i0">Lo, the angel at the feast</div> -<div class="i2">He had misnamed, discontent.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>WOULD WE DWELL ON THE MOUNTAIN<br /> -HEIGHT?</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Would we dwell on the mountain height</div> -<div class="i0">Whence the world is lovely and bright.</div> -<div class="i2">Then we must be eager to climb,</div> -<div class="i4">Ready and willing to press</div> -<div class="i2">For the noble, the true, the sublime,</div> -<div class="i4">To comfort, to bless.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Would we stand like heroes of yore</div> -<div class="i0">When life's sternest conflicts are o'er,</div> -<div class="i2">Would we stand triumphant at last,</div> -<div class="i4">Or weep the chances we miss</div> -<div class="i2">As the tide of the battle sweeps past—</div> -<div class="i4">To conquer is bliss.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Would we see the foemen retreat,</div> -<div class="i0">The foemen we dreaded to meet,</div> -<div class="i2">Battalions of pain, of despair:—</div> -<div class="i4">On! it is never too late!</div> -<div class="i2">Let us strive for a heritage fair,</div> -<div class="i4">A royal estate.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>CHILL NOT THE HEART THAT TRUSTS<br /> -THEE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul!</div> -<div class="i2">Be brave to bear, to suffer, to forgive;</div> -<div class="i0">Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll</div> -<div class="i8">But love and live.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Chill not the heart that trusts thee, though thine eyes</div> -<div class="i2">With tears are dim, and ev'ry effort pain;</div> -<div class="i0">A day reveals, perchance, this sad surprise,</div> -<div class="i8">Eternal gain.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Chill not the heart that trusts thee, dark indeed</div> -<div class="i2">The way may seem, but sacred is the trust</div> -<div class="i0">Of faith, which while it may not stoop to plead</div> -<div class="i8">Is ever just.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Chill not the heart that trusts thee, cares defeat</div> -<div class="i2">The true, the good, the noble, who can tell?</div> -<div class="i0">Truth's eagle glance may yet direct thy feet</div> -<div class="i8">And all be well.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul!</div> -<div class="i2">Be brave to bear, to suffer—to forgive;</div> -<div class="i0">Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll</div> -<div class="i8">But love and live.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>HE LIES IN STATE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><i>Frederic T. Greenhalge.</i></p> - - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i4">He lies in state</div> -<div class="i0">'Neath nature's peerless catafalque of snow,</div> -<div class="i4">The friend beloved, the good, the grand, the great,</div> -<div class="i4">He lies in state.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i4">In silent state;</div> -<div class="i0">Well may the tide of feeling fuller flow,</div> -<div class="i4">While men upon his noble worth dilate,</div> -<div class="i4">He lies in state.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i4">In silent state,</div> -<div class="i0">Our faithful Governor, the fearless foe</div> -<div class="i4">Of ev'ry wrong. By memory's pearly gate</div> -<div class="i4">He lies in state.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i4">The regal state,</div> -<div class="i0">That only kingly souls can come to know,</div> -<div class="i4">Which truth and character alone create:</div> -<div class="i4">He lies in state.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>HOPE-ON-RIVER.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Hope-On-River leads to bliss;</div> -<div class="i0">Who would such a journey miss?</div> -<div class="i0">O'er the waters, limpid, sweet,</div> -<div class="i0">Floating to the Saviour's feet.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Hope-On-River is divine,</div> -<div class="i0">Fairer than the storied Rhine;</div> -<div class="i0">On its bosom homeward glide,</div> -<div class="i0">Moving with the gentle tide.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Hope-On-River runs for all,</div> -<div class="i0">Runs beyond the jasper wall—</div> -<div class="i0">Runs to weary pilgrims bear</div> -<div class="i0">Past the portals of despair.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Hope-On-River ever flows,</div> -<div class="i0">Purest, sweetest, mortal knows,</div> -<div class="i0">On its waters float to rest</div> -<div class="i0">In the city of the blest.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>AT SEA.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Afar the timid moonbeams shyly creep</div> -<div class="i2">Behind a purple pall of clouds so drear,</div> -<div class="i2">It smites the captain's loyal heart with fear;</div> -<div class="i0">Vainly would he a keener vigil keep,</div> -<div class="i2">Yet few would dream the traitor, Danger, near,</div> -<div class="i2">Till through yon misty curtain clean and clear</div> -<div class="i2">And swift the gleaming lights of death appear,</div> -<div class="i0">Twin-born. Alas! men waken from sweet sleep</div> -<div class="i0">Too late to seek escape; the vessel thrills</div> -<div class="i2">In ev'ry nerve, an almost human groan</div> -<div class="i0">Wells from her tortured breast; she reels, she fills.</div> -<div class="i2">A hundred anguished souls for mercy moan—</div> -<div class="i0">But kindly, Time, the storm of terror stills</div> -<div class="i2">And meek Diana treads the night alone.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>MIRTH.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Who has not felt his pulses gaily leap</div> -<div class="i2">And throb and burn, the feeble step grow light</div> -<div class="i2">And freer speed to scale life's fairest height</div> -<div class="i0">As some sweet song, or merry jest or deep</div> -<div class="i0">Toned humorous note lulls lagging care to sleep.</div> -<div class="i2">Man may be mirthful built and yet contrite,</div> -<div class="i2">May bear a buoyant heart through darkest night</div> -<div class="i0">Whilst hope and love their angel vigil keep</div> -<div class="i2">Twin foes of fear and gloom. Oh, loyal soul</div> -<div class="i0">That dares to walk upright with dauntless tread;</div> -<div class="i2">Amid the din of battle and the roll</div> -<div class="i0">Of thunder-guns storm shattered o'er thy head,</div> -<div class="i2">Press on, press ever onward, to the goal,</div> -<div class="i0">And round thee joy-refulgent freely shed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>FLORA.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">In a dainty robe of green</div> -<div class="i0">Comes the nodding daffadilly</div> -<div class="i0">And the stately Easter lily;</div> -<div class="i0">In the meadows cowslips shimmer,</div> -<div class="i0">Crocuses with dewdrops glimmer;</div> -<div class="i0">April's smile and May's soft splendor</div> -<div class="i0">Linger o'er us gentle, tender;</div> -<div class="i0">Fair forget-me-nots convene</div> -<div class="i0">In the most delightful places;</div> -<div class="i0">Mount and vale are wrapped in glory,</div> -<div class="i0">Greylock doffs his tippet hoary,</div> -<div class="i0">And Wachusett stands new crowned</div> -<div class="i0">Thanks to Flora, queen of graces;</div> -<div class="i0">Laurel draped and daisy gowned.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>WHERE PASSACONAWAY WAS WONT TO<br /> -STAND.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Where Passaconaway was wont to stand,</div> -<div class="i2">Piercing the distance with intrepid eye,</div> -<div class="i2">The teeming mills their rhythmic shuttles ply.</div> -<div class="i0">Many knelt subservient to the hand</div> -<div class="i0">Of that good sachem of a noted band;</div> -<div class="i2">But labor like a chieftain, leads us high,</div> -<div class="i2">To fairer fields where richer guerdons lie</div> -<div class="i0">Than he aspired to win; the bold demand</div> -<div class="i0">Of Time is met by a triumphant throng</div> -<div class="i2">Which presses onward, upward, evermore;</div> -<div class="i0">And cities in their children true as strong</div> -<div class="i2">Live worthy the brave men who marched before,</div> -<div class="i0">Speeding the hum of Industry's glad song</div> -<div class="i2">O'er heights the noble red man trod of yore.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>SPRING.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Wooed by thy balmy breath, O witching Spring.</div> -<div class="i2">The woodland nymphs are charming us anew,</div> -<div class="i2">And yon blue dome acquires a richer hue.</div> -<div class="i0">Waked from its winter's sleep on gauzy wing,</div> -<div class="i0">The butterfly flits past no more to cling</div> -<div class="i2">A slave forlorn to some enamored branch.</div> -<div class="i2">How joyfully the laughing lilies launch</div> -<div class="i0">Their dainty barques; they safe at anchor swing</div> -<div class="i2">In many a sylvan nook. Swift and free</div> -<div class="i0">The swallow skims athwart the river's breast</div> -<div class="i2">A burnished emblem of the glancing sea</div> -<div class="i0">Which ever glimmers in a vague unrest:—</div> -<div class="i2">An image beautiful, content to be</div> -<div class="i0">By minds diverse in divers colors dressed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>KEARSARGE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Long as thy sponsors stand in regal pride,</div> -<div class="i2">Aurora's kiss on each benignant brow,</div> -<div class="i2">Will men with laurel fair thy fame endow;</div> -<div class="i0">The stricken Alabama shall provide</div> -<div class="i0">The queen gem in thy priceless crown; the tide</div> -<div class="i2">Which racked thy battle-scarred and hoary prow,</div> -<div class="i2">Yet seeks in rhythm tender to avow</div> -<div class="i0">How by Roncador's will, alas, ye died.</div> -<div class="i2">Columbia well thy deeds may deify,</div> -<div class="i0">In liberty immortal rise, be blest,</div> -<div class="i2">While stars with march majestic, tread the sky,</div> -<div class="i0">Thy home behold in every free man's breast;</div> -<div class="i2">Piratic torch and Boreas but vie</div> -<div class="i0">When—lo! with charms sublime they thee invest.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>DEAD ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><i>Written by request, and read at Huntington Hall, Memorial Evening -Services, 1896.</i></p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, the sacrifice complete,</div> -<div class="i0">With none to tell the story of that last sublime retreat,</div> -<div class="i0">The fearless rush to conquer and the awful price it cost</div> -<div class="i0">When riven lines were reeling like a vessel tempest tossed.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, the glowing words inspire</div> -<div class="i0">The courage of the hero as he meets the foeman's fire;</div> -<div class="i0">His bayonet is flashing in the thickest of the fight,</div> -<div class="i0">An invincible avenger of liberty and right.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, away from home and friends</div> -<div class="i0">And dying for the country ev'ry loyal son defends,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span> -<div class="i0">The clash of arms around him with the battlefield his bier,</div> -<div class="i0">He gives his life a ransom for the flag he holds so dear.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, untroubled by its roar</div> -<div class="i0">The willing hands are quiet as they never were before;</div> -<div class="i0">The eager eyes are fading and the pleasant smile has flown,</div> -<div class="i0">But the record he is leaving is evermore his own.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, we search but search in vain</div> -<div class="i0">To find the missing martyr 'mid the legions of the slain;</div> -<div class="i0">Downtrodden in the conflict there is nothing left to show</div> -<div class="i0">The consecrated service of the one who lies below.</div> -</div> - -<div class="tb">* <span class="in2">* </span><span class="in2">* </span><span class="in2">* </span><span class="in2">*</span></div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, let patient mourners weep,</div> -<div class="i0">Nor dream that eulogies alone can bless the watch they keep;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span> -<div class="i0">For sacred is the hallowed spot where fairest blossoms bloom,</div> -<div class="i0">And where our starry banner waves above the soldiers' tomb.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, in nameless graves they lie,</div> -<div class="i0">A host of gallant comrades 'neath a tender southern sky;</div> -<div class="i0">And no man knows the number, or beheld them as they fell,</div> -<div class="i0">Or hopes to pierce the silence where they now so calmly dwell.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle,—on Freedom's holy shrine,</div> -<div class="i0">But Honor's hand shall point us to their monument divine,</div> -<div class="i0">A catafalque of glory that abides above the brave,</div> -<div class="i0">This great and growing Union they so freely died to save.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle,—the battlefield of life,</div> -<div class="i0">Unmindful of its turmoil and the ceaseless din of strife;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span> -<div class="i0">Though many still may linger of the brave, the tried, the true,</div> -<div class="i0">They all must quickly gather for the final grand review.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle? Nay, living heroes come</div> -<div class="i0">With martial note, with banners furled, with sadly muffled drum;</div> -<div class="i0">We hear the dirges wailing past upon the fragrant breeze,</div> -<div class="i0">And know they swell and sob and die, o'er thousands such as these.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dead on the field of battle, the bugle sweet and clear</div> -<div class="i0">Is telling how they fought and bled, these soldiers we revere;—</div> -<div class="i0">These noble comrades, honor crowned, now moving on abreast</div> -<div class="i0">To love's eternal camping ground and to eternal rest.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>LISTEN, COMRADES.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><i>Written by request and read at Huntington Hall, Memorial Evening -Services, 1897.</i></p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Listen, comrades, deep and tender is the burden of the strain,</div> -<div class="i0">Like a restful benediction to the battle weary brain.</div> -<div class="i0">Over vale and wood and mountain, it shall echo far and wide,</div> -<div class="i0">Praising those who fought and conquered, praising those who fought and died.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">In the beauty of the springtime with what rapture we have heard</div> -<div class="i0">Thrilling notes of martial music till the palsied limbs have stirred,</div> -<div class="i0">And we felt to still be marching, marching as we used to do,</div> -<div class="i0">With the grand old flag before us and the victory in view.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">We were brothers, heroes, comrades, as the charging lines advanced</div> -<div class="i0">And the brilliant flash of weapons down the surging columns glanced;</div> -<div class="i0">How we struck for home and country through a storm of shot and shell,</div> -<div class="i0">And as one we fought and conquered, or as one we fought and fell.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">How we struck for home and country 'mid the ardor of the fray,</div> -<div class="i0">With our comrades falling 'round us and an eager foe at bay:</div> -<div class="i0">Oh, our willing hands were steady and our willing hearts were strong,</div> -<div class="i0">Though the furloughs were so fleeting and the way so dark and long.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Oh, our willing hands were steady and our hearts were strong to win,</div> -<div class="i0">Though the way was rough and rugged and the serried ranks grew thin;</div> -<div class="i0">Though the way was rough and rugged and our eyes were dim with pain,</div> -<div class="i0">We beheld the spires of Richmond over hillocks of the slain.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">We beheld the spires of Richmond, with prophetic light they shone</div> -<div class="i0">In the tranquil southern sunshine as proclaiming her our own;</div> -<div class="i0">Yet how solemn was the moment when downtrodden at our feet</div> -<div class="i0">Lay the patriot, the comrade, with his martyr's work complete.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">We beheld the spires of Richmond and Columbia at peace;—</div> -<div class="i0">An eternal badge of glory in the stricken slave's release.</div> -<div class="i0">Names, alone, may be forgotten in the ceaseless rush of years,</div> -<div class="i0">But our deeds are doubly hallowed by a nation's smiles and tears.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Will the future find us ready:—ready as in sixty-one,</div> -<div class="i0">When we heard the voice of freedom in the boom of Sumter's gun?</div> -<div class="i0">Faith and hope and love sustain us, e'en as when we sought to stand</div> -<div class="i0">In the forefront of the conflict, the defenders of our land.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">From the Union constellation not a single star was rent,</div> -<div class="i0">For the wealth of pride and party in a common cause were blent;</div> -<div class="i0">And the graceful folds above us, bullet scarred and blood embossed</div> -<div class="i0">Are a peerless proclamation of the sacrifice and cost.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Well we know the sacred standard guarding ev'ry soldier's grave</div> -<div class="i0">Must remain what we have made it, the insignia of the brave;</div> -<div class="i0">Precious, speaking of the partings that have sanctified the past,</div> -<div class="i0">Holy—for the great reunion we are looking to at last.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Can we, dare we, be despondent, should we hear the midnight call?</div> -<div class="i0">Would we shun the gracious welcome, with its day of rest for all?</div> -<div class="i0">Nay! a clearer light is dawning when each trusting soul shall seem</div> -<div class="i0">Like a vessel gently gliding homeward, heavenward, with the stream.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Honor's meed of fragrant blossoms brightly blooming o'er the dead,</div> -<div class="i0">Marks the dear, familiar pathway that their feet were wont to tread;</div> -<div class="i0">They are waiting, as are many in this world so sweet and fair,</div> -<div class="i0">Waiting, waiting, only waiting, but the waiting is a prayer.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>MEMORIAL POEM.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><i>Written by request, and read at Memorial Evening -Services, 1898.</i></p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Sweet is the breath of the springtime, when the sound of the bugle is heard,</div> -<div class="i0">Its soul thrilling pæans swift echo the clear ringing notes of a bird;</div> -<div class="i0">And bright is the face of the hillside for summer's own coming arrayed,</div> -<div class="i0">The voice of the singer must falter, the beautiful flowers must fade.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Precious and far more enduring than the blessings kind nature bestows</div> -<div class="i0">Is Liberty, firmly abiding, a peerless memorial of those</div> -<div class="i0">Who turned from their calm avocations to cheerfully hurry away;</div> -<div class="i0">For a grateful people preserving the freedom we cherish to-day.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">We see them; lo! here is a father, a brother, a lover, a friend,</div> -<div class="i0">They are marching, and marching, and marching till their kindred forces blend;</div> -<div class="i0">And boldly they strive to press forward, unawed by the battle's dread din,</div> -<div class="i0">So ready to struggle and suffer, to struggle and suffer and win.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Steadfast and faithful and fearless, though every advantage they gain</div> -<div class="i0">Is a legacy, cruel, of sorrow to the loved ones of the slain.</div> -<div class="i0">Hark! to the booming of cannon, to the shrill piercing scream of a shell,</div> -<div class="i0">And yonder poor widow is weeping a lad who at Gettysburg fell.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Leaden hail raining around him, at the head of the column he stood,</div> -<div class="i0">Determined if needs be to die there as only a patriot could;</div> -<div class="i0">And fighting as brave as a lion; ay, brave as a lion at bay,</div> -<div class="i0">He shouted "The Union forever!" and sank in the midst of the fray.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Then holy, thrice holy the record, the blood written record of deeds</div> -<div class="i0">Which proves, by the fruit of his effort, the work of the martyr succeeds;</div> -<div class="i0">And fitting it is that the blossoms should ever be destined to shed</div> -<div class="i0">A shower of delicate perfume o'er the hallowed graves of the dead.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Blessed it is to do homage to the men who would willingly give</div> -<div class="i0">The promises fair of the future, that we as a nation might live;</div> -<div class="i0">And whether they fell in the conflict, or wounded and weary returned,</div> -<div class="i0">May theirs be the glorious tribute the true hearted heroes have earned.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Sweet is the voice of the springtime when the soldiers assemble as one</div> -<div class="i0">To eulogize those who have fallen in the wake of service well done;</div> -<div class="i0">Many are quietly sleeping 'neath the blush of the warm southern sky,</div> -<div class="i0">But the lilies are blooming above them and the old flag floats on high.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">They have bivouacked oft in the south-land, the enemy fully in view,</div> -<div class="i0">With cities and armies to conquer, herculean duties to do;</div> -<div class="i0">With the earth itself for a pillow, their shelter the heaven's blue dome,</div> -<div class="i0">But now all too swiftly and surely, the comrades are gathering home.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Into the Guardian Presence neither peril nor passion intrude,</div> -<div class="i0">When low at the feet of the Saviour the fountain of life is renewed;</div> -<div class="i0">As long as our country shall prosper, as long as our banner shall wave,</div> -<div class="i0">Sever the bonds of oppression as they severed the bonds of the slave.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>ARISE, MY SOUL!</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary,</div> -<div class="i2">Where dark and dread battalions line the way;</div> -<div class="i0">The grandest heights refuse to make us weary</div> -<div class="i2">When we can struggle upward day by day.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Arise, my soul! do swift and valiant battle,</div> -<div class="i2">Tread down the foe beneath thy steadfast feet;</div> -<div class="i0">Fear not the stern assault, the cannon's rattle,</div> -<div class="i2">A moment's failure makes the end more sweet.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Arise, my soul! lo! victory is waiting,</div> -<div class="i2">Be not afraid to suffer and to dare;</div> -<div class="i0">Push boldly on, no jot of strength abating,</div> -<div class="i2">The crown is brighter for the cross we bear.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary,</div> -<div class="i2">Though dark and dread battalions line the way;</div> -<div class="i0">The grandest heights can never make us weary</div> -<div class="i2">If we but struggle upward day by day.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>A HYMN OF PRAISE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">O what gracious gifts are ours, when on every hand</div> -<div class="i0">Bursting buds and blushing flowers beautify the land;</div> -<div class="i0">Till a host of treasures lie, delicate and sweet,</div> -<div class="i0">'Neath the mantle of the sky, crushed by careless feet.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Many a floral gem is hid in a casket green,</div> -<div class="i0">But a zephyr lifts the lid and its worth is seen;</div> -<div class="i0">Through the meadows broad and fair, violets demure</div> -<div class="i0">Scatter incense rich and rare, happy and secure.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">As the seasons glide along, earth's a pleasant place,</div> -<div class="i0">Just a miracle of song, typical of grace:</div> -<div class="i0">Wondrous visions charm the eye while the moments flee,</div> -<div class="i0">Each a message from on high sent to you and me.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">See the swallows, how they roam in a ceaseless flight,</div> -<div class="i0">Ever on the wing for home chanting their delight.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span> -<div class="i0">Dare we steep our raptured souls in external bliss</div> -<div class="i0">As life's mystery uprolls from fate's dull abyss?</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Hark! the magic touch of Spring wakes a tender chord,</div> -<div class="i0">O it is a joy to bring tribute to our Lord;</div> -<div class="i0">Jesus calls us from despair, offers peace for strife;</div> -<div class="i0">Our's the gift of praise and prayer; His, eternal life.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>BRIGHT AS THE SUNSHINE AFTER<br /> -SHOWERS.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">When the heart lies crushed 'neath a load of sorrow,</div> -<div class="i2">When life's broad river moves sad and slow;</div> -<div class="i0">When hope is lost in a dread to-morrow,</div> -<div class="i2">Where all is worry and weight and woe;</div> -<div class="i0">When hands reject the cross they carry,</div> -<div class="i2">When feet would falter and strength would fail,</div> -<div class="i0">When better days seem bound to tarry;</div> -<div class="i2">Eyes grow tearful and lips grow pale.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">When even the pleasantest hours are dreary,</div> -<div class="i2">And each new effort is like despair;</div> -<div class="i0">When we are so worn and weak and weary,</div> -<div class="i2">We fain would yield to the cruel care;</div> -<div class="i0">Bright as the sunshine after showers,</div> -<div class="i2">The smile of a friend illumes the way;</div> -<div class="i0">Strewing the rugged path with flowers,</div> -<div class="i2">Turning the even-tide to day.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">No bridges stood uniting shore with shore</div> -<div class="i2">And houses, bounded by the busy stream</div> -<div class="i2">On either hand, were few; men caught a gleam</div> -<div class="i0">Of crippled Boston, through whose highways tore</div> -<div class="i0">The troops; embarking, on they swiftly bore</div> -<div class="i2">'Mid roaring cannon and the awful scream</div> -<div class="i2">Of shells; poor puppets of a royal scheme</div> -<div class="i0">To King Taxation's iron rule restore.</div> -<div class="i2">The honest sod recoiled from their hot tread,</div> -<div class="i0">But baffled fury trod with reckless haste</div> -<div class="i2">Till hemmed about by their own slaughtered dead</div> -<div class="i0">When twice the dizzy charge had been retraced;</div> -<div class="i2">They found no weakling foe was that ahead</div> -<div class="i0">And shivered at the task which yet they faced.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Above doomed Charlestown bombs were bursting shrill,</div> -<div class="i2">And flaming steeples pierced the pitying sky</div> -<div class="i2">As eager feet kept marching, marching by</div> -<div class="i0">To where the cheer triumphant sent a thrill</div> -<div class="i0">Athwart the loyal breast of Bunker Hill.</div> -<div class="i2">"Aim low and fire!" Well might the red-coats fly</div> -<div class="i2">Before the "echo" of brave Prescott's cry,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span> -<div class="i0">A cry that speared them with defeat's cold chill.</div> -<div class="i2">Though twice Columbia's pulse victorious stirred,</div> -<div class="i0">Ere twilight could her sable shield prepare,</div> -<div class="i2">A long derisive "British yell" was heard</div> -<div class="i0">To summon forth battalions of despair;</div> -<div class="i2">When it was only victory deferred</div> -<div class="i0">To even lure the "Lion" from his lair.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">With muskets clubbed our fathers held the slope</div> -<div class="i2">Which midnight saw them arming for the fray,</div> -<div class="i2">And still they strove to keep the foe at bay;</div> -<div class="i0">Beside the fence they saw their comrades cope</div> -<div class="i0">With those who would fore'er the star of hope</div> -<div class="i2">Eclipse behind the slavery cloud and say:—</div> -<div class="i2">"Thus Monarchy subdues her rebel prey."</div> -<div class="i0">Although the fields were red they would not grope</div> -<div class="i2">But dared the "Glasgow," dared the lance, the gun;</div> -<div class="i0">And, founders of a nation, boldly sought</div> -<div class="i2">On Prospect's brow the rest so nobly won,</div> -<div class="i0">While other lands the blessed tidings caught</div> -<div class="i2">Of daring deeds by "mere provincials" done,</div> -<div class="i0">And marveled at the skill with which they fought.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>RISING TIDE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Foam flecked the fragrant waves rush gayly up</div> -<div class="i0">The creamy beach, or sport amid the reefs,</div> -<div class="i0">With song's triumphant, on and on they come;</div> -<div class="i0">And as the fair horizon bends her bow</div> -<div class="i0">To guard the bay, a "liner" dim discerned</div> -<div class="i0">Is signaled ere she softly sinks from view</div> -<div class="i0">Behind the purple curtain of the deep.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i10">Glance, graceful gull,—</div> -<div class="i0">Through rifts of spray, until my raptured soul</div> -<div class="i0">Baptized with joy attunes its eager harp</div> -<div class="i0">To Ocean's mood ... so redolent with life,</div> -<div class="i0">And hope, and destiny.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">On echo's pinions words inspired went ringing through the land,</div> -<div class="i0">To bid the colonies as one for Independence stand,</div> -<div class="i0">And Adams, Franklin, Livingston, were typical of men</div> -<div class="i0">Who watched the march prophetic of the Jeffersonian pen,</div> -<div class="i0">Which wrote: "We are and ought to be" and lo! they seemed to see</div> -<div class="i0">A wreath of golden glory frame the magic emblem "<i>free!</i>"</div> -<div class="i0">Oh, deep the joy that stirred the brave as Philadelphia's bell</div> -<div class="i0">Gave forth the grateful tidings in a fervent "all is well!"</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And sternest voices quivered while the laughter born of tears</div> -<div class="i0">Disclosed a richer cadence in the quick, triumphant cheers;</div> -<div class="i0">Though gazing down the vale of time, how could they then behold</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span> -<div class="i0">The beauty of a government of so divine a mould?</div> -<div class="i0">While booming cannon shook the shore for many a dreary day,</div> -<div class="i0">Columbia stood majestic 'mid the ardor of the fray;</div> -<div class="i0">And in the act which swept aside the royalty of birth</div> -<div class="i0">Beheld a matchless kingdom, and the emperor was <i>Worth</i>.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">No more could Monarchy pretend to plant an iron heel</div> -<div class="i0">Upon a weary people or the last forlorn appeal;</div> -<div class="i0">And when Britannia rashly strove to break the spell defeat,</div> -<div class="i0">She only made the footing of the Union more complete.</div> -<div class="i0">For, by Mount Vernon's sacred shade, on Erie's broad expanse,</div> -<div class="i0">The foe again was banished by the steady cry: "Advance!"</div> -<div class="i0">And laurel wreathed must Perry's name indelibly be traced</div> -<div class="i0">Upon the roll of honor which can never be effaced.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The "Glorious Fourth" of Sixty-three saw Vicksburg doomed to fall,</div> -<div class="i0">As gallant sons of Freedom pressed rebellion to the wall;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span> -<div class="i0">And while progression's brilliant light illumes the tender sky</div> -<div class="i0">The heroes of the present must the present need supply.</div> -<div class="i0">What happiness to meditate on how the nation grew</div> -<div class="i0">Till swift electric chargers dare the steeds of steam pursue;</div> -<div class="i0">How good it is to feel, to know, the truth of this decree</div> -<div class="i0">That "God made all men equal" and beyond denial "Free."</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," a blackbird sings,</div> -<div class="i0">Folding to rest his raptured wings;</div> -<div class="i0">List to the song of the drowsy wind,—</div> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide for he is kind."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," a farmer's stay,</div> -<div class="i0">When storms, like foemen, throng the way;</div> -<div class="i0">"Though blight bewilder the crops this year,</div> -<div class="i0">The Lord will provide, good wife, no fear."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," a widow's moan</div> -<div class="i0">Longing for joy the past has known;</div> -<div class="i0">The weary needle forgets its woe</div> -<div class="i0">As "He will provide," she whispers low.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," a sore heart sighed,</div> -<div class="i0">"I in his boundless love confide."</div> -<div class="i0">A step came staggering to the door;</div> -<div class="i0">The Lord will provide forever more.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," a father said,</div> -<div class="i0">My darlings will not want for bread;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span> -<div class="i0">He who sees the wounded sparrow fall</div> -<div class="i0">Will surely provide for one and all.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," sang Baby Nell;</div> -<div class="i0">How sweetly the assurance fell</div> -<div class="i0">On the spirit worn with grief and pain,</div> -<div class="i0">Till the fainting faith revived again.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide, my mamma, dear,"</div> -<div class="i0">And swift she kisses the healing tear</div> -<div class="i0">From the grateful mother's pallid cheek;</div> -<div class="i0">"The Lord provides for the poor and weak."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," an orphan wails,</div> -<div class="i0">As every spring of living fails;</div> -<div class="i0">"The Lord will provide," the martyr cries</div> -<div class="i0">And, lo! with a smiling face he dies.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>JOY.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I sought for it everywhere</div> -<div class="i0">In the circuit of earth and of air;</div> -<div class="i0">In the blessing's ambition will bring;</div> -<div class="i0">In beautiful, bountiful spring.</div> -<div class="i0">I sought for it high and low,</div> -<div class="i0">Where thought of a mortal may go;</div> -<div class="i0">But never a trace could I find;</div> -<div class="i0">I could not, for lo! I was blind.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE MISSING PATH.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we missed to-day?</div> -<div class="i0">With flowers fair and fragrant that ran along the way;</div> -<div class="i0">The sky all bright above it; the breezes balmy sweet,</div> -<div class="i0">Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we fain would meet.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Why should it seem so pleasant, although we could not see</div> -<div class="i0">Its living lines of beauty unfolding full and free?</div> -<div class="i0">Well we knew each winding would our weary feet invite,</div> -<div class="i0">Gliding upward, onward, through the realms of life and light.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we missed to-day,</div> -<div class="i0">Blooming fresh and fragrant as the flowers of the May?</div> -<div class="i0">The sky all bright above it; the breezes balmy sweet,</div> -<div class="i0">Why should it seem so pleasant, the path we fain would meet?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>LIFE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Life is like the ocean</div> -<div class="i2">Broad and deep;</div> -<div class="i0">Billows of emotion</div> -<div class="i2">O'er it sweep;</div> -<div class="i0">We must battle boldly</div> -<div class="i2">With the tide,</div> -<div class="i0">Lest it waft us coldly</div> -<div class="i2">Far and wide.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Life is bright or dreary</div> -<div class="i2">Where we dwell;</div> -<div class="i0">Though our feet are weary,</div> -<div class="i2">All is well,</div> -<div class="i0">Ever bravely pressing</div> -<div class="i2">On our way;</div> -<div class="i0">Fairer is the blessing</div> -<div class="i2">Day by day.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Life is like a jewel</div> -<div class="i2">In the rough;</div> -<div class="i0">Cut it, be not cruel</div> -<div class="i2">Just enough.</div> -<div class="i0">Polish, till its glory</div> -<div class="i2">Full, divine,</div> -<div class="i0">Tells a noble story;</div> -<div class="i2">Even thine.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>ANOTHER DAY.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i2">Another day, another day,</div> -<div class="i2">How swiftly it has sailed away.</div> -<div class="i0">It brought us moments,—precious things,</div> -<div class="i0">Of fairy frame and willing wings;</div> -<div class="i2">But as they flee, we sigh and say,</div> -<div class="i2">"Alas, for thee, another day!"</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i2">Another day, another day</div> -<div class="i2">Is riding boldly on its way;</div> -<div class="i0">May we be brave to do and bear,</div> -<div class="i0">And in its full fruition share!</div> -<div class="i2">For sweet it is when we can say,</div> -<div class="i2">"How good to have another day."</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE FUTURE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The work of the future! How much it may mean</div> -<div class="i2">To you and to me.</div> -<div class="i0">'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may glean</div> -<div class="i0">Unchallenged, unseen;</div> -<div class="i2">As blithe as a bee.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And then of a sudden, on some golden morn,</div> -<div class="i2">The world shall agree</div> -<div class="i0">Of the mother, Ambition, a genius is born;</div> -<div class="i0">Nay! be not forlorn,</div> -<div class="i2">The future is free.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>DO NOT SAY THAT THE WORLD IS COLD.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Do not say that the world is cold,</div> -<div class="i2">The world is a glorious place,</div> -<div class="i0">And friends are the same as of old</div> -<div class="i2">For each has a generous face.</div> -<div class="i0">It is only ourselves that have changed,</div> -<div class="i2">The present eclipses the past,</div> -<div class="i0">And we are too early estranged</div> -<div class="i2">From the love which endures to the last.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">This pride, is it never to blame?</div> -<div class="i2">Is the word so easy to speak</div> -<div class="i0">Withheld, while we barter for fame</div> -<div class="i2">The life we are yearning to seek?</div> -<div class="i0">'Mid the desolate tracks of the soul,</div> -<div class="i2">Full oft an oasis is hid</div> -<div class="i0">By turning aside from the goal,</div> -<div class="i2">Or the too sudden droop of a lid.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Alas! as we go on alone,</div> -<div class="i2">How little we value the cost</div> -<div class="i0">Of sacrifice, save for our own,</div> -<div class="i2">In the joy another has lost.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span> -<div class="i0">Should we pause to consider the heart,</div> -<div class="i2">And fathom the depth of its grief,</div> -<div class="i0">No power could keep us apart,</div> -<div class="i2">Though the parting were never so brief.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It is ours to bask if we will</div> -<div class="i2">Within the bright sunlight of truth:</div> -<div class="i0">To sip of the cup which we fill</div> -<div class="i2">In the fair, sweet morning of youth.</div> -<div class="i0">And our friends, they are ever our own</div> -<div class="i2">To comfort, to cherish, sustain;</div> -<div class="i0">Though often the care is unknown,</div> -<div class="i2">'Tis enough if we banish the pain.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Enough, when we give of our best,</div> -<div class="i2">A brother is cheered on his way;</div> -<div class="i0">Enough, if the weary may rest</div> -<div class="i2">'Mid the fervid heat of the day.</div> -<div class="i0">'Tis enough if the burden we bear</div> -<div class="i2">But eases the load of a friend;</div> -<div class="i0">Enough, if the burden we share,</div> -<div class="i2">We are worthy to share to the end.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>A SONG TO THE ZEPHYR.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The drowsy waves are lulled to rest,</div> -<div class="i0">Are lulled to rest on ocean's breast;</div> -<div class="i0">On ocean's breast that gently swells</div> -<div class="i0">Like Moore's delightful "Evening Bells."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Those bells that with bewitching chime</div> -<div class="i0">Go pealing down the vale of time;</div> -<div class="i0">On echo's wing they swiftly spring,</div> -<div class="i0">And then athwart the world they ring.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Oh, dainty zephyr sweep the deep</div> -<div class="i0">And bid the languid pulses leap;</div> -<div class="i0">Oh, sweep the deep with fragrant sighs,</div> -<div class="i0">In sweet communion with the skies.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">From favored regions far beyond,</div> -<div class="i0">We catch a glimmer of thy wand;</div> -<div class="i0">Thy magic wand whose happy charm</div> -<div class="i0">Shall every foe of love disarm.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">So what care we for idle fear,</div> -<div class="i0">For idle fear when thou art near;</div> -<div class="i0">When thou art near to waft along</div> -<div class="i0">The kindred graces—joy and song.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Oh, dainty zephyr, sweep the deep</div> -<div class="i0">Where dimpled muses softly sleep;</div> -<div class="i0">Asleep in ocean's arms they lie,</div> -<div class="i0">Like autumn in the tranquil sky.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Fulfil the soul's supreme desire,</div> -<div class="i0">To liquid notes the harp inspire;</div> -<div class="i0">To music sweet as wood and lake</div> -<div class="i0">When fair Aurora cries "Awake!"</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Ay, dainty zephyr, fan the sea</div> -<div class="i0">And bid yon schooner dance with glee;</div> -<div class="i0">Yon schooner dance with glee, to breast</div> -<div class="i0">The billows in their vague unrest.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Come, O spirit of the breeze,</div> -<div class="i0">I hear a whisper in the trees;</div> -<div class="i0">A whisper in the trees, and now</div> -<div class="i0">I feel fair fingers on my brow.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The harp to sweeter pitch is strung,</div> -<div class="i0">To sweeter pitch the chords are rung</div> -<div class="i0">Till liquid sweetness stirs the air,</div> -<div class="i0">As if an angel floated there.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Floated there in bliss divine,</div> -<div class="i0">In bliss too holy to define;</div> -<div class="i0">In bliss so high I sigh, I faint,</div> -<div class="i0">The image of that bliss to paint.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>LAUGH AND BE HAPPY.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Laugh and be happy, laugh while you may,</div> -<div class="i0">Laugh 'mid the wild, rushing storms of to-day;</div> -<div class="i0">Breasting the current when downward it trends,</div> -<div class="i0">Grand is the battle if grandly it ends.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Laugh and be happy; laugh, it is best,</div> -<div class="i0">Sailing the wide sweeping sea of unrest;</div> -<div class="i0">Though the dark billows are running so high,</div> -<div class="i0">Courage! my brother, the haven is nigh.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Laugh and be happy, laugh while you may,</div> -<div class="i0">Laugh 'mid the wild, rushing storms of to-day;</div> -<div class="i0">Faith, like a beacon light, woos us along,</div> -<div class="i0">Fill the glad moments with laughter and song.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>SPARE THE TREES.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The noble trees that boldly guard the brave</div> -<div class="i2">In pride serene; their lofty domes are sweet</div> -<div class="i2">To pavement-weary eyes, and town-worn feet</div> -<div class="i0">Move with a freer step as o'er the grave</div> -<div class="i0">Of Ladd, of Whitney, their cool banners wave.</div> -<div class="i2">How passing fair upon the thriving street</div> -<div class="i2">The soothing beauty of this calm retreat;</div> -<div class="i0">Awake, O city! and thine ancients save.</div> -<div class="i2">What grace the tone refined of sylvan shade</div> -<div class="i0">Sheds on the busy square; the Hall, embossed</div> -<div class="i2">With figures quaint by Sol himself inlaid.</div> -<div class="i0">Throw down the pruning axe and count the cost;</div> -<div class="i2">Ay, spare the trees; let none the theme evade,</div> -<div class="i0">For what is "time," when such as these are lost.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THOUGHTS OF YOU.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I have thought of you many times</div> -<div class="i2">On blissful heights; in the vale of woe;</div> -<div class="i0">Memory's chorus smoothly chimes</div> -<div class="i2">To a rhythmic measure's mellow flow,</div> -<div class="i2">The joyful echo of long ago.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I have prayed for you o'er and o'er,</div> -<div class="i2">'Mid a fleet of shadows dark and drear</div> -<div class="i0">Coasting close by the silent shore;</div> -<div class="i2">My grateful spirit is ever near,</div> -<div class="i2">Unchecked by peril, unawed by fear.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I have trusted you, faithful, true,</div> -<div class="i2">Though the tempest's wrathful fingers rend</div> -<div class="i0">Hope's tortured sails and doubts pursue,</div> -<div class="i2">What matter whither the storm may trend?</div> -<div class="i2">With love my compass and you my friend.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I have wanted you more and more</div> -<div class="i2">While threading the world's delusive maze;</div> -<div class="i0">Deaf to its ceaseless rush and roar</div> -<div class="i2">Through a dreary medley of weary days,</div> -<div class="i2">We still could journey in kindred ways.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I have watched for you, watched in vain,</div> -<div class="i2">To the smiling future clinging fast;</div> -<div class="i0">The even-time of grief, of pain</div> -<div class="i2">Must yield to a beautiful dawn at last</div> -<div class="i2">When the heavy clouds have drifted past.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>TRUE, AH, TRUE, THE ROSES FALL.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><i>Companion to "Leaf by Leaf the Roses Fall."</i></p> - - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">True, ah, true, the roses fall,</div> -<div class="i2">And in drops the springs run dry;</div> -<div class="i0">Slowly, surely, past recall,</div> -<div class="i2">Summer beauties hasten by.</div> -<div class="i0">True, the roses bloom again</div> -<div class="i2">And the springs gush forth anew,</div> -<div class="i0">Singing sweeter for the pain</div> -<div class="i2">That could check but not subdue.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Ay, we know how deepest gloom</div> -<div class="i2">Makes the springs of gladness fail;</div> -<div class="i0">But when in their richest bloom</div> -<div class="i2">Droop the roses, wan and pale;</div> -<div class="i0">Search and find the hope that strives,</div> -<div class="i2">Poor, downtrodden germ apart;</div> -<div class="i0">Nurture kindly till it thrives,</div> -<div class="i2">Fairest blossom of the heart.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Dark may be the days and years</div> -<div class="i2">Strewn with leaves of roses dead;</div> -<div class="i0">Smile we brighter for the tears</div> -<div class="i2">When the northern winds have fled.</div> -<div class="i0">Singer sweet, the thought is true,—</div> -<div class="i2">Roses fade and springs run dry;</div> -<div class="i0">But there's nothing old or new</div> -<div class="i2">That has life can ever die.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Sweetest hopes must needs be fed</div> -<div class="i2">If they'd spring to life anew,</div> -<div class="i0">When grief's winter shall have fled,</div> -<div class="i2">Giving place to sun and dew;</div> -<div class="i0">When earth withers like the rose,</div> -<div class="i2">All its treasure leaves closed up,</div> -<div class="i0">Then that other blossom blows</div> -<div class="i2">Life immortal in its cup.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>LAUGH ON.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Laugh on! happy heart,</div> -<div class="i0">For the sunshine part</div> -<div class="i2">Is sweetest to play;</div> -<div class="i2">It works in a way,</div> -<div class="i0">The acme of art.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">With a merry start</div> -<div class="i0">Let it onward dart;</div> -<div class="i2">Through the night, the day,</div> -<div class="i6">Laugh on.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">In the busy mart,</div> -<div class="i0">The worry and smart;</div> -<div class="i2">Of living be gay</div> -<div class="i2">And banish dismay;</div> -<div class="i0">Laugh on! happy heart,</div> -<div class="i6">Laugh on.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE WORKER BEE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Through the fields of nodding clover</div> -<div class="i0">Comes a dainty little rover;</div> -<div class="i0">On from bud to blossom hasting,</div> -<div class="i0">Not the smallest moment wasting.</div> -<div class="i0">Ever gay and uncomplaining,</div> -<div class="i0">Nature's honeyed chalice draining;</div> -<div class="i0">Merry little worker bee,</div> -<div class="i0">Ev'ry day a jubilee.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Past the "red-cap's" fragrant bower</div> -<div class="i0">To a modest sister flower,</div> -<div class="i0">In whose tender heart reposes</div> -<div class="i0">All the sweets of all the roses;</div> -<div class="i0">Then with golden trophies laden</div> -<div class="i0">Homeward hums this busy <i>maiden</i>;</div> -<div class="i0">Merry little worker bee,</div> -<div class="i0">Ev'ry day a jubilee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE COMFORTER.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">He seeketh the rich and the poor,</div> -<div class="i2">The weary, long suffering, sad;</div> -<div class="i0">He giveth them strength to endure,</div> -<div class="i2">He maketh them glad.</div> -<div class="i0">Out of the midst of their sorrow</div> -<div class="i2">He bringeth them peace;</div> -<div class="i0">Ruleth to-day as to-morrow,</div> -<div class="i2">When sorrow shall cease.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE CLOUDS CANNOT LAST FOREVER.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The clouds cannot last forever, my friend,</div> -<div class="i2">To-day or to-morrow the sun must shine;</div> -<div class="i0">The heaviest showers must have an end,</div> -<div class="i2">For that is the Will Divine.</div> -<div class="i0">Our hearts are heavy when clouds hang low</div> -<div class="i2">And tempests of sorrow sweep the land;</div> -<div class="i0">But sooner or later they all must go,</div> -<div class="i2">And then we shall understand.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE HEART THAT IS HARD TO WIN.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Is there a heart that is hard to win,</div> -<div class="i2">A heart to itself untrue?</div> -<div class="i0">Never is heart so wrapped in sin</div> -<div class="i2">That the light cannot creep through.</div> -<div class="i0">Never are feet so slow to climb</div> -<div class="i2">As the feet too softly shod;</div> -<div class="i0">Never is life so full, sublime,</div> -<div class="i2">As the life that leads to God.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>SLEEP, MINSTREL, SLEEP!</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><i>Celia Thaxter.</i></p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -<div class="i0">The island home is lonely, dear, to-day,</div> -<div class="i0">And moaning billows ceaseless vigil keep.</div> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -<div class="i0">A hallowed light illuminates the bay,</div> -<div class="i0">Where thy sweet spirit loved to hymn the deep.</div> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -<div class="i0">Though generations rise and pass away,</div> -<div class="i0">Thy songs sublime shall still the silence sweep.</div> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -<div class="i0">Beside thy couch eternal fountains play</div> -<div class="i0">And angels hover near thee:—yet, we weep.</div> -<div class="i6">Sleep, minstrel, sleep!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>THE STORM.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Off fair Nahant the gulls are sweeping low,</div> -<div class="i2">And waves beat wild against the rugged wall</div> -<div class="i2">By yonder point. Afar, twin schooners crawl</div> -<div class="i0">Close reefed; they well may shun the ruddy glow</div> -<div class="i0">That climbs the West, but boldly face the foe.</div> -<div class="i2">From boat to boat resounds a warning call</div> -<div class="i2">As shore and ocean shiver 'neath a pall</div> -<div class="i0">Flame lit. When, tempest-tortured, to and fro</div> -<div class="i0">We flee before the gale, while lances flash</div> -<div class="i2">From passion-freighted clouds; to hope we cling,</div> -<div class="i0">Though thought runs riot. Storm battalions clash!</div> -<div class="i2">Can sail survive? Ay, scorn the cruel sting!</div> -<div class="i0">One effort more, just one more fearless dash—</div> -<div class="i2">And white-browed breakers with rejoicings ring.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>'MID ETERNAL SNOW.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Alone, amid the wild secluded heights</div> -<div class="i0">Where Winter holds his solitary sway,</div> -<div class="i0">We wrestle with the fury of the storm,</div> -<div class="i0">The savage sleet and passion-laden gale;</div> -<div class="i0">A sleeping avalanche beneath our feet</div> -<div class="i0">And ice-capped giants menacing the way.</div> -<div class="i0">Behold, athwart the ebon brow of night</div> -<div class="i0">The "fire-zoned orb" with beauteous light illumes</div> -<div class="i0">A distant mountain's irridescent rim;</div> -<div class="i0">And morning flits with swift, impetuous step</div> -<div class="i0">Adown the snow-clad slopes, benignant, free.</div> -<div class="i0">Below us lie the valleys, urns of gloom,</div> -<div class="i0">Concealing nature's precious treasure trove.</div> -<div class="i10">From thence a hundred peaks</div> -<div class="i0">Proclaim the royal conquest of the dawn;</div> -<div class="i0">All rosy-robed and golden-crowned they stand,</div> -<div class="i0">Their rich prismatic splendors softly limned</div> -<div class="i0">Upon the dappled curtain of the sky.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>OUR DEAR ONES.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain;</div> -<div class="i0">We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain.</div> -<div class="i0">How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance;</div> -<div class="i0">What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung;</div> -<div class="i0">We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young.</div> -<div class="i0">How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes by;</div> -<div class="i0">How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross;</div> -<div class="i0">More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span> -<div class="i0">How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice;</div> -<div class="i0">How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and choice.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>EVEN-TIDE.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">What ruddy splendor floods the molten west!</div> -<div class="i0">The quiet hills with matchless brilliance burn</div> -<div class="i0">Like richest jewels set in liquid gold,</div> -<div class="i0">Fit diadem to crown the brow of day.</div> -<div class="i0">Through tranquil fields in living glory lapped</div> -<div class="i0">The river moves triumphant to the sea;</div> -<div class="i0">Fair from the mellow distance, mist defined,</div> -<div class="i0">Stand forth sedate, the town's own peaceful spires.</div> -<div class="i0">Look up! thou weary one, be not cast down,</div> -<div class="i0">For sweet the message of the even-tide.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2><i>PRESS ON.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Press on! Why shouldst thou falter? Forward, soul!</div> -<div class="i2">When, tempest-like, the conflict surges past;</div> -<div class="i0">Though o'er thee seething waves of trouble roll,</div> -<div class="i8">They cannot last.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Press on! nor faint, nor fail, whate'er betide;</div> -<div class="i2">May each successive blow be bravely met,</div> -<div class="i0">For hope shall cleave the closer to thy side</div> -<div class="i8">And save thee yet.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Press on! Why shouldst thou falter? Forward, soul!</div> -<div class="i2">What matter though the way is rough and wild?</div> -<div class="i0">If thou canst keep thine eye upon the goal,</div> -<div class="i8">Be reconciled.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Press on! the fierce assailant boldly faced</div> -<div class="i2">Is half subdued, and he who will may climb;</div> -<div class="i0">That life upon a good foundation based</div> -<div class="i8">Has conquered Time.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="transnote"> -<h2 class="nobreak p1">Transcriber's Note</h2> - -<p class="in0">Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations -in hyphenation have been standardized but all other spelling and -punctuation remains unchanged.</p> -</div> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Cora C. 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