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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: A Life's Story, In Poetry</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0;'>Other Poems</p> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Dennison Woodcock</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: August 18, 2021 [eBook #66080]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Elizabeth Dejean</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A LIFE'S STORY, IN POETRY ***</div> - - -<div class="fig" style="width:55%;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover" /> -</div> - -<h1>A Life's Story and Other Poems</h1> - -<h3>By Dennison Woodcock</h3> - -<hr /> - -<h2>Contents</h2> - -<table summary="" style=""> - -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap01">A LIFE'S STORY</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap02">DIADAMA</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap03">TO LEONA</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap04">JESSIE BY THE FOUNTAIN</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap05">DEHEWAMIS</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap06">THE RUMSELLER'S SOLILOQUY</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap07">WRIGHTS</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap08">CAUTION TO BOYS, or THE SILLY FLY</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap09">THE RUINED HOME.</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap10">IN FAVOR of WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#chap11">CHRISTMAS</a><br/><br/></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr /> -<div class="fig" style="width:55%;"> -<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="title page" /> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>A Life's Story,</h3> -<h4>In Poetry.</h4> - -<h3>Other Poems</h3> - -<br/> -By Dennison Woodcock<br/> -Wrights, Penna<br/> -<br/> -Written at<br/> -The Age of Ninety One.<br/> -<br/> -<br/> -Chas. O. Laymon, Printer,<br/> -Port Allegany, Penna.<br/> -1908<br/> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap01"></a>A LIFE'S STORY</h2> -<h3>From One to Ninety-One</h3> -<h4>* * * *<br/>(By Dennison Woodcock)<br/>* * * *</h4> -<p class="poem"> -Borne down by weight of ninety years<br/> - My limbs have weaker grown;<br/> -'Mid joy and grief. 'mid smiles and tears<br/> - How quick the years have flown.<br/> -I look 'way back, a distant view,<br/> - To years of long ago.<br/> -I asked my brother if he knew<br/> - What caused the winds to blow.<br/> -<br/> -My brother answered me with ease,<br/> - As if prepared to know;<br/> -It is those slim and lofty trees<br/> - That make the wind to blow.<br/> -I looked and saw the lofty pines<br/> - Waving to and fro;<br/> -They were full proof within my mind<br/> - They were what made it blow.<br/> -<br/> -When I felt the chilling breeze,<br/> - The snowflakes whizzing round;<br/> -I felt a grudge against those trees.<br/> - And wished they were cut down.<br/> -But a wee bit of a child<br/> - Knew naught of nature's laws;<br/> -My mind was often running wild<br/> - And took effect for cause.<br/> -<br/> -Saw water gushing from a mill,<br/> - Heard a fluttering sound;<br/> -As we went riding up the hill,<br/> - The saw went up and down.<br/> -It remained a mystery still,<br/> - The thing I could not know;<br/> -How water running through a mill<br/> - Could make the saw to go.<br/> -<br/> -A bush had lopped into a stream,<br/> - Was bobbing up and down;<br/> -I thought that I had solved the theme<br/> - The truth there I had found.<br/> -I went and fixed a limber stick,<br/> - A saw attached also;<br/> -It run on water from the creek,<br/> - The saw it would not go.<br/> -<br/> -I went there to recruit my skill,<br/> - Saw pitman, crank and wheel;<br/> -Then I went home and built a mill,<br/> - With saw of tempered steel.<br/> -When I built that little mill<br/> - I something more than played;<br/> -It helped to point mechanic skill.<br/> - It helped to learn a trade.<br/> -<br/> -To Boston went to learn a trade,<br/> - It was the iron founder's,<br/> -Many patterns there I made,<br/> - And learned to use the pounders.<br/> -Pattern-making was a trade,<br/> - Was often in demand;<br/> -When I wished a casting made,<br/> - The shape it came to hand.<br/> -<br/> -When I was fifteen years of age<br/> - I started for the west;<br/> -Sometimes I rode upon the stage,<br/> - Sometimes got off to rest.<br/> -When I came to Clinton's Ditch<br/> - I went on board a boat;<br/> -My mind was raised to highest pitch.<br/> - So many things to note.<br/> -<br/> -A query how two boats could pass,<br/> - With lines from boat to shore;<br/> -The horses stopped, the line it sunk,<br/> - The boat went passing o'er.<br/> -It was a mystery to me,<br/> - How boats went through the locks:<br/> -But then I soon began to see,<br/> - When in between the rocks.<br/> -<br/> -The boat was run into the lock,<br/> - The gates were closed below;<br/> -The boat it bumped against the rock,<br/> - Water began to flow.<br/> -Soon that spacious flume was full.<br/> - The gates above were swung;<br/> -The hoses then began to pull,<br/> - The boat it moved along.<br/> -<br/> -We ate and drank within the boat,<br/> - Was seeming much like home;<br/> -We passing many towns of note,<br/> - Looking for more to come.<br/> -No railroads running then that way.<br/> - No, none in all the land;<br/> -Riding sixty miles a day<br/> - Was then thought something grand.<br/> -<br/> -Rochester, near Sandy Ridge,<br/> - Where roaring falls there be,<br/> -Canal it crosses on a bridge,<br/> - Across the Genessee.<br/> -In a race the water ran,<br/> - The falls so high and steep;<br/> -Where Sammy Patch, that foolish man<br/> - There made his fatal leap.<br/> -<br/> -I left the boat and took to land,<br/> - A trip of eighty miles;<br/> -Where my friends had made a stand<br/> - Far in the Western wilds.<br/> -Now the West has taken flight<br/> - Three thousand miles or more;<br/> -Thru valleys bright, o'er mount'ns high<br/> - Unto the western shore.<br/> -<br/> -For a shop I built a shed<br/> - And covered it with bark;<br/> -I worked until the day had fled,<br/> - From morning until dark.<br/> -I built for me a turning lathe,<br/> - Made bedsteads, tables, chairs;<br/> -I built a bureau for my ma<br/> - And sometimes did repairs.<br/> -<br/> -I found plenty of work to do<br/> - To keep me from all harm,<br/> -And when my father wanted me<br/> - I helped him on the farm.<br/> -A seventeen laid out a frame,<br/> - A building for a school;<br/> -Where a youth might learn to read<br/> - If he was not a fool.<br/> -<br/> -When I was eighteen years of age,<br/> - Somewhat inclined to roam;<br/> -Then I unto old Swanzey went,<br/> - My old and native home.<br/> -The same good man was teaching there<br/> -I visited the district school<br/> - Saw those I used to know;<br/> - That taught me year ago.<br/> -<br/> -To Athol factory I went,<br/> - Was looking for employ;<br/> -'Twas by good luck there I was sent,<br/> - For I was just the boy.<br/> -We had a first-rate boarding place,<br/> - It was a lucky chance;<br/> -The factory girls were boarding there<br/> - We often had a dance.<br/> -<br/> -Five long months we labored there,<br/> - Till finished was the task;<br/> -When I went to draw my pay<br/> - They paid more than I asked.<br/> -I worked on houses, barns and mill,<br/> - And helped to build a church;<br/> -'Twa long I work'd and labored there,<br/> - Refrained from spending much.<br/> -<br/> -I of old Swanzey took a view,<br/> - Her rivers, brooks and fountains;<br/> -Bid old Monadnock last adieu<br/> - From top of the Green Mountains.<br/> -My father needed all I earned<br/> - In payment on his land;<br/> -Huge piles of timber there he burned<br/> - to get it off his hand.<br/> -<br/> -Still kept working for my father,<br/> - A revenue to bring,<br/> -Making buckets in the winter<br/> - And sugar in the spring.<br/> -So we made a pile of sugar,<br/> - Enough to sweeten many throats;<br/> -Helping Nathan log a fallow,<br/> - To sow a field of oats.<br/> -<br/> -I worked at different kinds of work,<br/> - I worked at making chairs,<br/> -And I also made two cutters,<br/> - And sometimes did repairs.<br/> -When twenty-two in Hallsport bought<br/> - A lot, 'twas rough and new;<br/> -To me an interesting spot,<br/> - So pleasing to my view.<br/> -<br/> -A limpid stream was running there,<br/> - 'Till make machinery whirl;<br/> -Here I'll build a dwelling fair<br/> - For that prospective girl.<br/> -I from there to Whitesville went,<br/> - Worked for Joseph Cory;<br/> -A house for Matthew Wilson built,<br/> - Here I'll tell a story.<br/> -<br/> -He had a daughter young and fair,<br/> - Just budding into bloom;<br/> -She was a lively helper there,<br/> - The sunshine of her home.<br/> -I felt my heartstrings give a start,<br/> - They snapped like burning twine;<br/> -And so she stole away my heart<br/> - And gave me hers for mine.<br/> -<br/> -So Colonel Matthew Wilson, 'Squire,<br/> - Gave me a loving bride;<br/> -New life's vicissitudes to share,<br/> - A helpmeet by my side.<br/> -Worked forty days to buy two stoves<br/> - To warm our little fold;<br/> -To boil potatoes, bake our loaves,<br/> - And drive away the cold.<br/> -<br/> -I undertook to build a house,<br/> - Was often gee's and haw'd;<br/> -The season it was very dry,<br/> - My logs they were not sawed.<br/> -No circular mills in that day<br/> - Were run by water's flow,<br/> -The upright saw went "yerk te yerk"<br/> - As Paddie's toad did go.<br/> -<br/> -I built a shanty snug and warm,<br/> - It was inside the frame;<br/> -It shielded us from cold and storm<br/> - And from the snow and rain.<br/> -When the spring and summer came<br/> - And my logs were sawed;<br/> -'Twas then that I enclosed the frame,<br/> - Had rooms more long and broad.<br/> -<br/> -The upper rooms a dwelling were,<br/> - The lower room a shop;<br/> -There I made machinery purr,<br/> - Could make it go or stop.<br/> -A Western fever seized my brain,<br/> - It was in forty-four;<br/> -So we wandered south and west<br/> - Three thousand miles or more.<br/> -<br/> -We did not find that favored spot.<br/> - That o'er productive soil;<br/> -Where peace and plenty was our lot,<br/> - And pleasures banished toil.<br/> -So we came home and went to work.<br/> - It strengthens limb and wind;<br/> -The idleness of lazy shirk<br/> - Will prove a constant grind.<br/> -<br/> -Built a machine for turning bowls,<br/> - It turned them smooth and round;<br/> -It seemed to prove a turning point,<br/> - It turned me out of town.<br/> -For bowl timber grew very scarce,<br/> - Hard work finding any;<br/> -So we left our Hallsport home<br/> - For wilds of Pennsylvania.<br/> -<br/> -And so we built us there a shop,<br/> - Brother Nathan and I,<br/> -And there we climb'd the mout'n top,<br/> - Whose summits pierced the sky.<br/> -We cut down trees and sawed of blocks,<br/> - And made them nearly round.<br/> -And then we cleared away a path<br/> - And saw them rolling down.<br/> -<br/> -Typhoid fever siezed my wife,<br/> - My brother lost a child;<br/> -So trouble seemed to hedge us round<br/> - Here in the forest wild.<br/> -Our dear mother came to see us,<br/> - Here she took sick and died;<br/> -It seem'd that fate was bound to treens<br/> - At length we stemmed the tide.<br/> -<br/> -He thought he saw a greater charm<br/> - On Alleghany's hill,<br/> -With cows and horses on a farm,<br/> - The fruitful soil to till.<br/> -And so I bought my brother out<br/> - And ran the work alone,<br/> -Was in my prime then, strong and stout,<br/> - I much hard work have done.<br/> -<br/> -And so my neighbors bro't the blocks,<br/> - The turning I would do;<br/> -With skill and labor earned the rocks <br/> - And helped my neighbors too.<br/> -I built for me a larger shop<br/> - With greater water power;<br/> -It served to make machinery hop<br/> - Almost every hour.<br/> -<br/> -We bought a new carding machine,<br/> - David Wilson and I;<br/> -It showed I was not very keen,<br/> - The business had gone by.<br/> -They sold their wool to ship away,<br/> - Came back already made;<br/> -If you hire a maid today<br/> - A greater price is paid.<br/> -<br/> -Other machinery in the shop<br/> - Employed my time in full;<br/> -So I could make my business whop<br/> - Without the aid of wool.<br/> -My shop was helping me to build,<br/> - In paying for my land;<br/> -Was helping be to buy my bread,<br/> - A helper still in hand.<br/> -<br/> -My wife and I we built a house,<br/> - We made it snug and warm;<br/> -To shield us from the chilling blast<br/> - And from the pelting storm.<br/> -We realized a long desire;<br/> - But ah! A blighting joke,<br/> -My shop was wrapped in flaming fire<br/> - And all went up in smoke.<br/> -<br/> -The burning shop it knocked me out.<br/> - Gave me a sideway toss;<br/> -Was on the down-hill side of life.<br/> - Could not retrieve my loss.<br/> -I then worked out at hard days work<br/> - On houses, barns and mill,<br/> -All to supply our needed wants,<br/> - Our stomachs to keep still.<br/> -<br/> -They built the railroad here at last,<br/> - After much surveying,<br/> -So they cheaply rushed it past<br/> - After much delaying.<br/> -It caused the lumberman to hump<br/> - And low the hemlocks laid,<br/> -And left us nothing but the stump<br/> - Of sombre hemlock shade.<br/> -<br/> -They laid bare the lofty hills,<br/> - And the valleys also;<br/> -They rushed the logs into the mill,<br/> - From there away they go;<br/> -I built for me another shop<br/> - With lathes and a buzz-saw;<br/> -'Twas there I worked ant mending sleds<br/> - The hemlock logs to draw.<br/> -<br/> -In the spring when sledding flees,<br/> - Still worked to earn the rocks;<br/> -I neckyokes turned and whiffletrees,<br/> - And also lever stocks.<br/> -Lumbermen gone, the farmer comes,<br/> - He works with care and toil;<br/> -He burns the brush, blows out the stumps,<br/> - Draws money from the soil.<br/> -<br/> -He crowds the forest up the hill,<br/> - It yields to his desire;<br/> -He makes his pastures broader still,<br/> - All with the help of fire.<br/> -At the little hamlet Wrights,<br/> - The farmers come to get their mail.<br/> -And to buy at prices right <br/> - The many things for sale.<br/> -<br/> -Where once I heard the wild bird sing,<br/> - In forest dark and drear,<br/> -Now I hear the church bells ring<br/> - In tones so loud and clear.<br/> -While the lumber wagon ploughing<br/> - Through mud holes deep and wide,<br/> -Now merry parties for an outing,<br/> - In automobiles glide.<br/> -<br/> -Now I'll turn back on memory's page<br/> - And note things of my time;<br/> -The uplifting of the age,<br/> - And evolution's climb.<br/> -The Erie Canal was building<br/> - When I was three years old;<br/> -Unnumbered boats it has floated <br/> - And brought in piles of toll.<br/> -<br/> -A barge canal they are building,<br/> - State of New York is growing rich;<br/> -Compared with the new the old one<br/> - Was but a little ditch.<br/> -Then th' next thing comes th' railroad.<br/> - Of almost boundless worth;<br/> -Its iron bands are now reaching <br/> - Almost around the earth.<br/> -<br/> -They have tunnel'd the lofty mount'ns<br/> - Clear through from side to side;<br/> -And bridged the gushing fountains,<br/> - That trains may smoothly glide.<br/> -The north unto the south are bound,<br/> - And gridironed all the land,<br/> -From the Missouri's turbid mouth<br/> - To Lake Superior's sand.<br/> -<br/> -The telephone and telegraph,<br/> - They give a rising start;<br/> -Are helping people talk and laugh<br/> - A hundred miles apart.<br/> -With lightning speed th' news is hurl'd <br/> - On many wires is sped;<br/> -Yesterday's news from all the world <br/> - In morning papers read.<br/> -<br/> -Then came the mower and the reaper,<br/> - The farmer's great delight,<br/> -Have driven the scythe and the sickle<br/> - Almost away from sight.<br/> -With the help of machinery,<br/> - Much of his work is done;<br/> -With help of steam and good horse power<br/> - Machinery is run.<br/> -<br/> -Agricultural colleges<br/> - In almost every state;<br/> -They are lifting up the farmers<br/> - From a low drudging fate.<br/> -They've tapped the earth for oil and gas<br/> - Houses to light and warm;<br/> -That cheerfulness may reign within,<br/> - While outside howls the storm.<br/> -<br/> -Then came the Wheeler and the Singer<br/> - Others that worked complete;<br/> -Helps the woman's tired fingers<br/> - While sewing with her feet.<br/> -The type-setter, wonderful thing,<br/> - New one, under the sun;<br/> -Whole lines it will together fling,<br/> - From melted metal run.<br/> -<br/> -I am here with loving friends,<br/> - Kind neighbors all around;<br/> -I wait to see what will turn up<br/> - Until I am turned down.<br/> -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>DIADAMA</h2> -<h4>* * * *<br/>(Dennison Woodcock.)<br/>* * * *</h4> -<p class="poem"> -Diadama, Diadama<br/> - Precious name so dear to me;<br/> -No other girl in Allegany<br/> - Thrills my loving heart like thee.<br/> -Fairer than the blushing flowers<br/> - Gentle as the turtle dove,<br/> -Bear me on ye heavenly powers<br/> - To the bosom of my love.<br/> -<br/> -Thus sang a youth by love invaded,<br/> - Who felt the sting of Cupid's dart;<br/> -In riper years his boy-love faded,<br/> - He sought not to win her heart.<br/> -In memory lingers every feature,<br/> - Fair as in the days of yore,<br/> -Yet he knows that once loved creature<br/> - Mortal eyes can see no more.<br/> -<br/> -In the giddy dance they mingle,<br/> - As in years so long gone by;<br/> -How it makes his heart strings tingle<br/> - When he meets her smiling eye.<br/> -In the schoolroom he is with her,<br/> - Learning lessons by her side,<br/> -Often wondering if ever<br/> - She will be his loving bride.<br/> -<br/> -That face, alas! He'll see it never,<br/> - Those ruby lips no longer red,<br/> -Those sparkling eyes are closed forever,<br/> - And every pleasing charm has fled.<br/> -Soon the memory and remembered,<br/> - Although once in youthful prime<br/> -Will no longer make a riffle<br/> - On the ceaseless tide of time. -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>TO LEONA</h2> -<p class="poem"> -She gave me a fresh and blooming rosy,<br/> - Little maiden fair to see;<br/> -Fairer than the blushing posy<br/> - Dear Leona gave to me.<br/> -<br/> -An inward radiance impart<br/> - Virtue and truth combine;<br/> -Let an honest, faithful heart<br/> - With outside beauty shine.<br/> - -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>JESSIE BY THE FOUNTAIN</h2> -<h4>* * * *<br/>(Dennison Woodcock.)<br/>* * * *</h4> - -<p class="poem"> -Jessie by the fountain stood<br/> - With pitcher in her hand;<br/> -She dipped it in the crystal flood<br/> - And gave each thirsty man<br/> -Who from the hay fields gathered there,<br/> - And standing near the brink,<br/> -From a gentle hand so fair<br/> - Received the cooling drink.<br/> -<br/> -A smile of joy was in her eye,<br/> - A consciousness of good;<br/> -She felt a blessing from on high,<br/> - Approval of her God.<br/> -Water pure is all they need<br/> - To drive their thirst away;<br/> -So again they all proceed <br/> - To work amid the hay.<br/> -<br/> -Then drink of water pure and clear,<br/> - From stimulants refrain,<br/> -'Twill not with business interfere<br/> - Or cause a muddled brain.<br/> -Another stands behind the bar,<br/> - Rather out of place;<br/> -A seared conscience seems to mar<br/> - The beauty of her face.<br/> -<br/> -She cares not for children's woes<br/> - Or anxious mother's need;<br/> -While money to her coffer goes<br/> - To gratify her greed.<br/> -Men go there their thirst to check<br/> - With brandy, rum and gin;<br/> -She throws a halter round their necks<br/> - Which drags them there again.<br/> -<br/> -Their money gone and senses too,<br/> - More thirsty than before;<br/> -What do these foolish mortals do<br/> - But beg and plead for more.<br/> -They stagger out into the street,<br/> - With curses on their tongue,<br/> -With palsied hands and tangled feet,<br/> - A sight for old and young.<br/> -<br/> -Which one is a source of pride<br/> - And which a social scar,<br/> -Jessie by the fountain side,<br/> - Or Greed behind the bar? -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>DEHEWAMIS</h2> -<h4>* * * *<br/>(Dennison Woodcock.)<br/>* * * *</h4> - -<p class="poem"> -Some Senecas once went away <br/> - In search of food and game;<br/> -They wandered on from day to day,<br/> - To little Toby came.<br/> -An Indian maiden blithe and gay<br/> - Was one among the throng;<br/> -Who often cheered them on their way<br/> - With loving words and song.<br/> -<br/> -She trod as lightly as the fawn;<br/> - Her song the hours beguiled;<br/> -Her voice was heard at early dawn<br/> - Through the green forest wild.<br/> -Her song of joy is hushed and gone,<br/> - Nor echoes through the glade;<br/> -For death has placed his mark upon <br/> - That sprightly Indian maid.<br/> -<br/> -A mother's joy, a father's pride,<br/> - They could not save their child;<br/> -So the Indian maiden died<br/> - Far in the forest wild.<br/> -They would not leave her body there,<br/> - So far from home away;<br/> -But bore it with a zealous care,<br/> - Many a weary day.<br/> -<br/> -Come to a spring that met the stream<br/> - That passed their happy home;<br/> -Buried her by the moonlight gleam<br/> - Beneath the starry dome.<br/> -They often came to view the spot<br/> - Where Dehewamis lay;<br/> -Till father, mother, sister, brother,<br/> - All had passed away.<br/> -<br/> -The water gushes from the spring,<br/> - The lofty maples wave;<br/> -The summer birds their carols sing<br/> - O'er her lonely grave. -</p> -</div> -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>THE RUMSELLER'S SOLILOQUY</h2> -<br/> - -<p class="poem"> - -I had rum, and gin, and brandy<br/> - All made of whiskey, too,<br/> -And all arranged so handy<br/> - To tempt their thirsty view.<br/> -Oh! no they need not talk it,<br/> - Those were happy times.<br/> -With hand in drunkard's pocket<br/> - Hauling out the dimes.<br/> -<br/> -Was I starving others?<br/> - Then so let it be;<br/> -Those children and the mothers<br/> - Did not belong to me.<br/> -While lying in the gutter,<br/> - A mother's loving son,<br/> -Conscience began to mutter<br/> - At the deed I'd done.<br/> -<br/> -Then came this consolation<br/> - Just in the nick of time;<br/> -The law of state and nation<br/> - Had legalized the crime.<br/> -For I had got my license,<br/> - Had paid my license fee;<br/> -So the squeemish nonsense<br/> - Had no effect on me.<br/> -<br/> -The brewers of the nation<br/> - To the constitution go,<br/> -To save their occupation<br/> - From the prohibition blow,<br/> -Wonder if the constitution<br/> - Would reinstate me here;<br/> -Defend me from invasion<br/> - While selling rum and beer.<br/> -<br/> -For temperance is booming,<br/> - My license now is dead,<br/> -And poverty is coming,<br/> - My children cry for bread.<br/> -Gambling I've been trying<br/> - But could not stand the test;<br/> -With all my cheat and lying<br/> - I came out second best.<br/> -<br/> -I wish I'd stuck to labor,<br/> - Earned my bread by honest toil,<br/> -Like my hale and happy neighbor<br/> - Who ploughs and tills the soil.<br/> -My flesh is made of lager,<br/> - My muscles weak and lax;<br/> -I cannot turn the auger,<br/> - Swing the hammer or the ax.<br/> -<br/> -My children's cries so wounding,<br/> - My heart with anguish torn;<br/> -My troubles so confounding,<br/> - I wish I'd not been born.<br/> -The thread of life I'd sever<br/> - And lay myself to rest;<br/> -But thoughts of the forever<br/> - Send trouble to my breast.<br/> -<br/> -Should I meet with retribution<br/> - Beyond the bounds of time,<br/> -Neither law nor constitution<br/> - Would legalize the crime. -</p> -</div> -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>WRIGHTS</h2> -<h4>* * * *<br/>(Dennison Woodcock.)<br/>* * * *</h4> - -<p class="poem"> -Among the spurs of Allegheny<br/> - Lofty hills with wooded heights,<br/> -Nestled in the Portage Valley<br/> - Is the little hamlet Wrights.<br/> -Hamilton and Portage Valley<br/> - By right angles, here unite;<br/> -Both together make a fairly<br/> - Good and level village site.<br/> -<br/> -Limpid streams unto the river<br/> - On their way go babbling by;<br/> -While the silvery pools, they mirror<br/> - Cloudlets floating in the sky.<br/> -Growing grain and verdant meadows,<br/> - Fields of corn, silos to fill;<br/> -Winding streams and waving willows<br/> - Orchards on the sloping hill.<br/> -<br/> -Cattle grazing in the pasture<br/> - On the hillside fresh and green,<br/> -With their coats of silky luster,<br/> - Many goats and kids are seen.<br/> -There's the schoolhouse at the corner,<br/> - Quiet order there appears,<br/> -Where the earnest studious learners<br/> - Are prepared for future years.<br/> -<br/> -There's the church with lofty steeple,<br/> - And the old bell hanging there,<br/> -Often rings to call the people<br/> - To their sermon, praise and prayer.<br/> -Another church they are building,<br/> - The foundation they have laid;<br/> -May the golden truth be gilding<br/> - All the words that there are said.<br/> -<br/> -On the switch the cars are loaded<br/> - With potatoes, grain and hay,<br/> -So the farmers are commoded<br/> - As they ship their goods away.<br/> -Hark! we hear the train a-rumbling.<br/> - People waiting for a ride;<br/> -Four times a day the mail is coming,<br/> - All aboard! Away they glide.<br/> -<br/> -There's the store nearby the railroad.,<br/> - Business humming every day;<br/> -Goods are brought there by the carload<br/> - Many teams draw them away.<br/> -Another store where the farmer<br/> - Buys the tools that he may need;<br/> -From a reaper to a hammer,<br/> - Groceries with feed and seed.<br/> -<br/> -The factory where they make the cheeses,<br/> - Great round cheeses, just the thing<br/> -What the most the patron pleases<br/> - Is the cash the cheeses bring.<br/> -Here the honest, frugal farmers<br/> - With the help of care and toil,<br/> -Bringing wealth into their garners,<br/> - Drawing money from the soil.<br/> -Smiles play on the the neighbors' faces,<br/> - Accent of fraternal love,<br/> -While at many times and places,<br/> -Kindly deeds their friendship prove. - -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>CAUTION TO BOYS, or THE SILLY FLY</h2> -<br/> - -<p class="poem"> -There was a very silly fly<br/> - Buzzing low, then flying high;<br/> -Down on paper smooth and fair<br/> - Saw some flies were sticking there.<br/> -"Those flies must be very weak,<br/> - On that paper there to stick..<br/> -If I was there I would not stay,<br/> - I would rise and fly away."<br/> -<br/> -He lit down on the paper's side,<br/> - Flew a circle large and wide,<br/> -He thought to give a parting kick,<br/> - Found at last the stuff would stick.<br/> -He struggled hard to get away,<br/> - Found that he was doomed to stay;<br/> -'Twas there he sung a doleful lay<br/> - Until life had passed away.<br/> -<br/> -A smart young lad would oft repair<br/> - Where the smokers gathered there;<br/> -Says "I will show you that I can<br/> - Smoke as well as any man."<br/> -His smoking made him rather sick;<br/> - Hove his breakfast very quick;<br/> -He smoked a little every day,<br/> - Learned to smoke as well as they.<br/> -<br/> -Thought he could quit at any time,<br/> - With his feelings in their prime;<br/> -Refrained from smoking all one day,<br/> - Things were looking dark and gray,<br/> -"Those saucy imps they at me stare,<br/> - Trouble meets me everywhere,<br/> -Conscience whetted to an edge<br/> - By promises on memory's page.<br/> -<br/> -Those broken pledges at me stare,<br/> - Fiends are floating in the air;<br/> -The Devil's got me in his gripe.<br/> - Give me, give me back my pipe!"<br/> -He, like all others of his stripe,<br/> - Lifelong slave unto his pipe,<br/> -And like the little, silly fly<br/> - Doomed to stick until they die. -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>THE RUINED HOME.</h2> -<br/> - -<p class="poem"> -Behold that house on Pleasant street,<br/> - Just let us enter there;<br/> -All arrangements so complete,<br/> - Appropriate and fair.<br/> -Music in Adjoining room<br/> - So grateful to the ear;<br/> -Fragrant flowers in fullest bloom<br/> - And beauty doth appear.<br/> -<br/> -Choice books there on the table lie,<br/> - Wisdom for great and small;<br/> -The pantry with its full supply;<br/> - There're pictures on the wall.<br/> -The father comes at closing day,<br/> - The mother greets with joy,<br/> -The laughing children 'round him play<br/> - He pets his toddling boy.<br/> -<br/> -Peace pervades that happy place,<br/> - Where all is bright and free;<br/> -Its loving inmates go and come,<br/> - In sweetest harmony.<br/> -Grief has blighted that fair bloom,<br/> - The work of cursed rum,<br/> -The fetid breath of the saloon<br/> - Has to that dwelling come.<br/> -<br/> -A thump is heard against the door,<br/> - The children flee away;<br/> -They wish to see his face no more<br/> - While whiskey rules the day.<br/> -The faithful wife opens the door,<br/> - The husband staggers in,<br/> -He stumbles prostrate on the floor,<br/> - Borne down by rum and gin.<br/> -<br/> -While helping him unto his bed—<br/> - Oh! who could tell us why—<br/> -He clenched his fist and struck her head<br/> - And gave a blackened eye.<br/> -His bank deposits slip away<br/> - To the rumsellers till,<br/> -Whose business is from day to day<br/> - The drunkards' graves to fill<br/> -<br/> -Piano gone by sheriff's sale,<br/> - The music hushed and still;<br/> -The mother's sigh, the daughter's wail<br/> - Now the apartments fill.<br/> -The pictures gone from off the wall,<br/> - The carpets from the floor,<br/> -To meet necessity's stern call,<br/> - Keep hunger from the door.<br/> -<br/> -The daughter's jewels all are gone<br/> - Unto the broker's fled;<br/> -Her choicest clothing one by one,<br/> - To buy their daily bread.<br/> -Vultures in human form await<br/> - To make this maid their game<br/> -Should hunger, want and cruel fate<br/> - Crowd out all sense of shame.<br/> -<br/> -Oh! this horrid ghastly wound,<br/> - The work of cursed rum;<br/> -Oh! can a healing balm be foundation <br/> - This side the world to come. -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>IN FAVOR of WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE</h2> -<br/> - -<p class="poem"> -Our fathers thought it was a cause<br/> - Well worth their undertaking.<br/> -To fight those arbitrary laws<br/> - They had no hand in making.<br/> -The principle they now ignore,<br/> - Since we have been a nation;<br/> -Taxing women o'er and o'er,<br/> - Debarred from legislation.<br/> -<br/> -Great Britain thought we would not fight<br/> - Or dare to show resistance;<br/> -They looked to might to make it right<br/> - With justice at a distance.<br/> -Woman in the background held,<br/> - Her soul for wisdom yearning<br/> -While her loving heart has swelled<br/> - With a desire for learning.<br/> -<br/> -You shall not vote the men declare,<br/> - Ye daughters and your mothers.<br/> -Then go and set a hellish snare<br/> - To trap their sons and brothers.<br/> -Because the women do not fight<br/> - Use the sword or rifle<br/> -Is relegated out of sight<br/> - As a useless trifle.<br/> -<br/> -The whiskey ring, her greatest foe<br/> - Oft blocks her aspirations;<br/> -It dares not let her vote we know<br/> - 'Twould send it from the nation.<br/> -The colleges excluded her;<br/> - With minds of small dimension,<br/> -They tho't their lofty teachings were<br/> - Beyond her comprehension.<br/> -<br/> -The sword of might can't make it right,<br/> - The woman's pen is stronger.<br/> -Her tongue and pen will tame their might,,<br/> - They can't hold our much longer.<br/> -She is keeping steady pace<br/> - With aspiring brothers,<br/> -Winning for herself a place<br/> - Among D. D's and others.<br/> -Soon her voice will resound<br/> - In halls of legislation,<br/> -Then love and justice will abound<br/> - To purify the nation. -</p> -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>CHRISTMAS</h2> -<br/> - -<p class="poem"> -My many friends both large and small<br/> - A merry Christmas to you all;<br/> -We met to point, a scene we know,<br/> - Transpiring many years ago.<br/> -On the blest morning bright and fair,<br/> - Glad angels singing in the air;<br/> -Good will to men this glorious morn<br/> - We sing to all a saviour born.<br/> -<br/> -With gratefulness the song prolong,<br/> - And echo back the angels' song;<br/> -With love to God, good will to men,<br/> - We gladly sing the song again.<br/> -Although His advent here on earth<br/> - It was a meek and lowly birth.<br/> -His matchless wisdom still will shine<br/> - Adown the ceaseless years of time.<br/> -<br/> -We celebrate the best we can<br/> - Kind Heaven's greatest gift to man,<br/> -In mem'ry of this gift of heaven,<br/> - These many gifts are to be given.<br/> -God showed his love to everyone<br/> - By giving us his only son,<br/> -Let grateful thoughts our glad hearts move,<br/> - And celebrate God's precious love.<br/> -<br/> -And let love glow in every heart.<br/> - A genial radiance impart;<br/> -Make us a heaven here below,<br/> - A taste of joy the angels know.<br/> -There is no fairer scene on earth,<br/> - Than days that mark our Saviour's birth;<br/> -The yearly blossoming of love,<br/> - While through the holidays we move.<br/> -<br/> -Old and new year, met together,<br/> - One with memories, hope in the other;<br/> -Reach as we will there sure will come<br/> - A ray of joy or cloud of gloom.<br/> -The choice is as we may desire,<br/> - Can stand on mount or sink in mire;<br/> -None can look back on passing year<br/> - Not seeing good if he's sincere.<br/> -<br/> -All years are good in heaven's sight,<br/> - If we but see them all aright,<br/> -So keep a watch and do good deeds,<br/> - Chance will come as time proceeds.<br/> -Let the old man on nature 'pringe,<br/> - Open his door on rusty hinge,<br/> -Look on the trees, the fields and dells<br/> - Listen to the jingle of sweet sleigh bells.<br/> -<br/> -Behold the rivers, brooks and springs,<br/> - Mountains and vales till nature sings.<br/> -Let the dear children skip and play,<br/> - Enjoy their lives now while they may.<br/> -Soon they must themselves prepare<br/> - For sterner things and greater care<br/> -And when they larger, wiser, grow,<br/> - Will help the world to move and go.<br/> -<br/> -Were we ourselves in proper tone,<br/> - So like the wireless telephone;<br/> -Heavenly music it might bring,<br/> - While sweet the angel voices sing.<br/> -The Christmas tree so bright and fair,<br/> - With many presents hanging there,<br/> -Loaded with gifts from top to floor,<br/> - May each on have a gift or more. -</p> -</div> -<hr /> -<div class="fig" style="width:55%;"> -<img src="images/back.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="back" /> -</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A LIFE'S STORY, IN POETRY ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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