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-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 69761 ***
-
-  The Sinking of the Titanic
-  AND OTHER POEMS
-
-  BY
-  C. VICTOR STAHL
-  Author of “Zorabella,” etc.
-
-  [Illustration]
-
-  BOSTON
-  SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
-  1915
-
-
-
-
-  COPYRIGHT, 1915
-  SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
-                                  PAGE
-
-  THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC         1
-  INSPIRATION                        4
-  SPRING BALLAD                      5
-  THE SPIRIT OF WAR                  8
-  THE FLOWERETS’ COMMUNION          10
-  THE RIDDLE OF LIFE                12
-  COLUMBIA’S FLAG                   13
-  THE BAR OF SCIENCE                14
-  THE CHORD UNSUNG                  16
-  THE OASIS                         17
-  PUSH ONWARD                       18
-  SING IT                           19
-  THE ORIOLE                        20
-  SMILES AND TEARS                  21
-  BE STRONG                         22
-  THE CHILDREN’S DREAM              23
-  TO POPE PIUS X                    25
-  ENMITY                            26
-  WHY GRIEVE?                       27
-  THE TOLL OF MAJESTY               28
-  AMBITION                          29
-  KNOW THYSELF                      30
-  BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE             31
-  DECEIVING MAIDENS                 32
-  THE SOLUTION                      33
-  A WOMAN’S HEART                   34
-  LIFE’S MISSION                    35
-  THE MAGNET                        36
-  THE SWALLOW’S FLIGHT              37
-  THE POET’S REWARD                 38
-  THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION           39
-  NATURE’S CHEER                    40
-  THE WAR ETERNAL                   41
-  ANGEL MUSIC                       42
-  THREE NAMES                       44
-  THE SMILES OF TRUTH               45
-  A TOKEN                           46
-  THE PIRATE ANT                    47
-  SKINKER ROAD                      48
-
-  HUMOR
-
-  HIS LEGACY                        53
-  THE WORD MISSPELLED               55
-  THE NABOB’S PRIDE                 56
-  HUERTA’S DRINKING SONG            58
-  _Hoch der Kaiser_                 59
-  A MASH IN COURT                   60
-  HIS SEARCH FOR GOLD               62
-
-
-
-
-THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC AND OTHER POEMS
-
-
-
-
-THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC
-
-
-  Oh, Titan was her gorgeous armament
-    And Titan was her sail and crew;
-  A thing of pride to sweep the surging tide
-    And laugh to scorn the perilous blue.
-  Yet let us weep not for her treasured hulk
-    That sank leagues deep into the sea,
-  But for the toll of ill-starred voyagers
-    Who rode her to eternity.
-
-  I see the glory of that primal hour
-    When first her beams did breast the wave,--
-  Yea, owner, builder, seaman’s eyes did sparkle
-    As did the sea her huge side lave:--
-  How zealously the elite madly rushed
-    To trust their passage in her care,
-  To boast their presence on the maiden trip
-    Of that leviathan so rare.
-
-  She sailed.--The sky gleamed bright and azure clear,
-    The waves lashed gently at her side,
-  The moon that night shone down auspiciously
-    Upon that ship of gorgeous pride.
-  Her engines tore in frenzy o’er and o’er,
-    Her powerful shafts did heave and quake,
-  As loud and clear her captain’s voice rang out,
-    “Speed on! Fear not the iceberg’s brake.”
-
-  Ahead there floundered in the chilly sea
-    A huge and bristling wall of ice.
-  “What shall we do?” her helmsman tremulously cried.
-    Word came, “Let’s cleave it in a trice,”
-  Whereat the mighty engines creaked and strained
-    And madly sped the Titan hulk.
-  Ne’er moved nor stirred the ocean’s icy berg,
-    But braced against her speeding bulk.
-
-  “Dost thou defy me, master of the sea,
-    Thou untried artifice of man?
-  I’ll show thee, then, whose is the stronger hand,
-    For mine was here e’er thine began.”
-  Crash! Crash! The waters rushed. The ship’s side heaved.
-    The ponderous engines ceased to throb,
-  And there above the darkening drawbridge cried
-    A thousand souls in fear to God.
-
-  From peaceful slumbers wildly they uprose,
-    From games of whist, from dance and wine.
-  “Can it be so?” they cried in anguished pride--
-    “So sinking in the icy brine?”
-  But ah! alas! the hand of death hung o’er.
-    Alas for captain, ship and crew!
-  In headstrong haste they’d left the boats behind
-    That save men from the watery blue.
-
-  “Let there be women saved, and they alone!”
-    Rose up like steel the chivalrous cry,
-  While gallant men stood on the slippery deck
-    And brave resolved themselves to die.
-  Then solemn strains rose from the engulfing main,
-    “Nearer my God,” they sang, “to Thee,”
-  Till all that was left of the Titan’s envied hulk
-    Was a billowy gurgle in the sea.
-
-  Alas for man! Alas for vaunting boast!
-    Which seeks to conquer the fate of the sea,
-  Essays to raise proud hulks of iron and steel
-    And laugh to scorn God’s mastery!
-  Thus from their watery grave he lifts his voice;
-    “None tempt my power by craft malign.
-  Lo! all shall cleave unto the common end,
-    And none shall stand but I, divine!”
-
-
-
-
-INSPIRATION
-
-
-  Proud child of fortune, smile on thy better hope!
-  Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!
-  Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steep
-  Which thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will--
-  That magic wand of every earthly deed,
-  The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones--
-  And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,
-  If thou but claim’st it!
-
-
-
-
-SPRING BALLAD
-
-
-  Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?
-  Why hast thou not come sooner to me?
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long while
-  Thy merry, rollicksome face to see.
-
-  Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?
-  Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,
-  And flutter thy magical wand high over all.
-
-  But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,
-  Never so bright and never so gay.
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the air
-  For thine inauguration day.
-
-  Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,
-  All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowers
-  And see the green trees before thee to bow.
-
-  The robins have come from their faraway home,
-  And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skies
-  That they may encore thine orchestral train.
-
-  March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,
-  And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,--
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowers
-  And nature but waits for June time so fair.
-
-  Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,
-  A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,--
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long while
-  To see thee return when again I shall call.
-
-
-
-
-THE SPIRIT OF WAR
-
-
-  Ho! ho! I come in fury as the storm
-    And seek earth’s nations east and west.
-  I breathe the breath of fire within them all,
-    And lure to arms the proud’st and best.
-
-  I swoop down on their gilded palaces,
-    And shake the monarchs of the world;
-  I rouse them from their cots of peace and ease
-    And set their boasting flags unfurled.
-
-  Upon the doors of happy homes I knock,
-    And men of valor do I call
-  To take the stand against their fellowmen,
-    To spill their blood and spill it all.
-
-  I wend my flight to peaceful, quiet fields
-    Where tillers ever tireless toil;
-  I bid them leave their plows and homes behind,
-    And steel themselves with arms of spoil.
-
-  Then nursing babes at mothers’ breasts I touch,
-    For loud their fathers do I call;
-  I reck not of their mothers’ tear-stained eyes
-    When those do in the battle fall.
-
-  I sweep o’er peaceful cities great and strong,
-    Whose towers outtop the blue-ribbed sky;
-  I give the word to grind out shot and shell
-    Until they lowly, humble lie.
-
-  The mighty nations to my wings I call,--
-    A hundred million men of war
-  To struggle helpless ’gainst the sword of death,--
-    Beneath my spell they fallen are.
-
-  O’er Asia’s strand I spread mine eaglet wings,
-    O’er Austria, England, France and Spain;
-  Then do I touch Japan and Mexico,
-    Then back to Europe’s soil again.
-
-  My maw is ever empty for their blood,
-    “On! on!” I cry for newer prey;
-  My master Mars doth urge me take the field
-    Myself to slaughter and to slay.
-
-  Away with peace and arbitration’s hand,
-    ’Neath whose pale spell I envious quake:
-  They only dare to cross my boist’rous path;
-    Them can I never bend nor break.
-
-  But on I go, and when my wreak is o’er
-    And Mars requites me for my pain,
-  To war’s dead corps and sepulchres I cry:
-    “Great God, what fools have mortals been!”
-
-
-
-
-THE FLOWERETS’ COMMUNION
-
-
-  There is a solitary hillside,
-    Where flow’rets, blooming gay,
-  Have watched the sky with eager pride
-    From dawn till close of day.
-
-  No wand’ring stranger do they see,
-    Who treads that silent place,
-  To look upon their majesty
-    Or view their radiant face.
-
-  But yet, unplaintive, do they bloom
-    And smile out ’gainst the sky,--
-  From them the birds do take their song
-    And bees their honey ply.
-
-  Then come the little sunbeams fair,
-    Leaping o’er the crumbled wall,
-  And gayly dancing here and there
-    Spring at the flow’rets’ call.
-
-  Then sweet communion do they hold,
-    The flowers and sunbeams there;
-  The sunbeams stoop to plant their lips
-    Upon the flow’rets fair.
-
-  They breathe into the sunbeams life
-    To trip athwart the plain,
-  To sparkle in their dazzling revelries
-    And round and round again.
-
-  Glad Hymen joins them there ’neath heaven
-    And seals them with her love:
-  And as the issue of their amity,
-    Joy rings to heaven above.
-
-  O ye who in earth’s lonely vales
-    Do struggling, plaintive go,
-  Think not thine humble merits less
-    Than in the world’s bright glow.
-
-  And ye who are most lonesome, sore,
-    Do not despairing wend,--
-  For every flower there darts a sunbeam fair,
-    For every soul, a helping friend.
-
-
-
-
-THE RIDDLE OF LIFE
-
-
-  Oh, what a weak, sporadic thing is man,
-    Burst forth upon life’s troublous sea!
-  Unasked he comes, unwished therefrom he goes,--
-    Oh, whither is his destiny?
-
-  I put my riddle to the flying breeze
-    That flurried past with airy wing;
-  My words were borne back on the fleecy clouds
-    Who laughed to scorn my questioning.
-
-  I asked it of the lordful mountain peak
-    Who lays his hoar face to the sky;
-  He only shrugged his Atlan shoulders bare,
-    And answered me a mournful sigh.
-
-  I plied it to the deep and surging sea
-    Where myriads slept in her watery grave;
-  She roared and spumed, and splashed her surges higher,
-    And answer none to me she gave.
-
-  Then to the heavens with upturned face I gazed,
-    And reverent asked my God in prayer;
-  A still, small voice breathed back to me in love,
-    “Wait, child; thou shalt know better there.”
-
-
-
-
-COLUMBIA’S FLAG
-
-
-  Let’s raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds
-    And hoist her colors in the skies;
-  Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;
-    Let never a foe upon her rise!
-
-  Let’s wear her emblem proudly on our breasts;
-    Let’s steel our hearts with valor true.
-  As long as she doth guard our liberty
-    With the tints of the red, white and blue!
-
-  Whether in peace or in the battle’s roar,
-    Be she the guardian of our soil!
-  Spare not our lives to save our country’s hearth;
-    Shirk not the havoc and the toil!
-
-  Dear flag, thou emblem of a nation’s pride,
-    Sail proudly o’er the scattered main,
-  And gather all Columbia’s sons to thee,
-    That never may our freedom wane!
-
-  Go raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds,
-    And hoist her colors in the skies!
-  Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;
-    Let never a foe upon her rise!
-
-
-
-
-THE BAR OF SCIENCE
-
-
-            Who thwarts thy will?
-  O Science, who can stop thine onward sweep,
-  Or lay a bar ’fore thine ambitious ways?
-  Oh, who will fling the gauntlet down to thee
-  And dare estop thee in thy feats of skill
-  That thou so bold perform’st? None, none of man,
-  But God alone. He knows what mysteries
-  To scuttle from thy sight.
-
-            Were’t not for Him,
-  Thou would’st unmine the whole great globe of man;
-  Draw figures o’er the moon’s frail, verdant map;
-  Bind all the planets to our earth’s great orb;
-  And, cooling, freeze the sun’s most torrid heat,
-  Or give it greater fire. Thou’d’st chain the thunderbolt;
-  Catch heaven’s lightning in thine own great leash
-  For man’s devising smiths.
-
-            But let us praise thee
-  For what thy dare-all, do-all skill hath wrought
-  On earth alone. Thou’st built the flying planes,
-  The heaving ships--dark instruments of war;
-  Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,
-  The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,
-  The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,--
-  But naught ’gainst God’s great will.
-
-            For thou’st not reached
-  Where thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,
-  For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,
-  That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.
-  Yea, yea, with all thy vaunted boast of power,
-  Thou canst not His great’st handiwork outdo,--
-  Thou canst not e’er make man!
-
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-
-
-THE CHORD UNSUNG
-
-
-  O let me on some mystic height above
-    Compose, my soul, a perfect lay!
-  O let me rise and ever onward rise
-    Unto the fairest, perfect day!
-  My heart doth swell with sweet, concordant tones,
-    And I would fain burst out in song;
-  But my weak soul can never rise the height
-    Where such Æolian strains belong.
-
-  Oft have I sat upon the seashore’s strand
-    And strung my proud harp to the wave,
-  While the billows rolled in splendor at my feet
-    And the salt sea did my cushion lave.
-  Then struck I out upon the surging tide
-    My sweetest notes of harp and wand,--
-  But my weak themes fell most far short the minstrelsy
-    Of those celestial strains beyond.
-
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-
-
-THE OASIS
-
-
-  O what mild ease these shadowy palms afford,--
-  The luscious figs, the palate tempting nuts,
-  The babbling rill, from whose unending source
-  Such cooling water gushes forth that it would quench
-  Ten thousand Stygian thirsts. What rarest joy!
-  What soft retreat is here! No flatt’ring court,
-  No vain and idle pomp beneath whose flow’ry hand
-  The vip’rous serpent creeps unseen!
-
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-
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-PUSH ONWARD
-
-
-  No matter if your heart be weary,
-  No matter if your hopes be dreary;
-  Through an avalanche of hopes, and fears, and ills,
-  And stubborn critics, and harsh opposing wills,--
-    Push onward; you will win at last!
-
-  No use to say you are defeated,--
-  You’ve fought too far to be retreated;
-  For you ahead a rose wreathed laurel lies,
-  Accomplished hopes and victory’s valiant prize,--
-    Push onward; you will win at last!
-
-  O soul of man, most burden laden,
-  Know thou that fortune stands, a coyish maiden
-  Who hides beneath her frowns that wished-for smile
-  She waits to shower on you just all the while,--
-    Push onward; you will win at last!
-
-
-
-
-SING IT
-
-
-  If you’ve a good song to be sung,--
-  A song of laughter or of rollicking cheer
-  To rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,
-  A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cup
-  And turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,--
-                    Sing it!
-
-  If you’ve a good song to be sung,--
-  What matters how untuned your lyre may be,
-  What matters that it rings discordantly,
-  Only that your heart is welling o’er
-  With joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,--
-                    Sing it!
-
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-
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-THE ORIOLE
-
-
-  Bird of thy pretty plumage, thou
-    Art thou no prouder than the crow?
-  If thou wert human, thou’dst surely be,--
-    Men’s envious ways would make thee so,
-
-  But ’tis much better as thou art;
-    Then art thou naught but satisfied,--
-  Thou feel’st no pain, nor aching heart;
-    Thou hast no want, nor blinding pride.
-
-
-
-
-SMILES AND TEARS
-
-
-  O that these precious smiles we smile to-day
-  Were always smiles,--could last for aye and aye;
-  But ah! too soon the golden bowl will break,
-  And erst glad hearts shall then with sorrow quake.
-
-  Alas! that such dark clouds hide ’neath the sun
-  T’obscure him e’en before his race is done;
-  But ’tis most true,--a truth too sad to say,--
-  That we who smile, shall never smile alway.
-
-
-
-
-BE STRONG
-
-
-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    And rise to triumph through thy will;
-  Yea, drive the conquering tempter from thy soul
-    That he may do to thee no ill.
-
-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    Let virtue’s sceptre guide thy hand;
-  From morn till night, from night till morn, do thou
-    Undaunted ’gainst brute evil stand.
-
-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    Grip steadily to that noble task
-  To fight the want that argues in thy soul
-    To let each sinning be the last.
-
-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    Not for thyself alone possess,
-  But let thy valiant trophies be a sign
-    Breathing valor in thy brother’s breast.
-
-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    In mind and soul, in heart and brain.
-  Thou hast no loss, brave man, in combating,
-    But lo! thou hast the world to gain.
-
-
-
-
-THE CHILDREN’S DREAM
-
-
-  Fast, fast asleep,--done are their earthly cares;
-    To realms of dreamland now they go,
-  Where sprightly elves and long beard goblins gay
-    Do dance around on light tiptoe.
-
-  Anon an elf doth stretch her silvery wand,
-    Made of the moonbeams bright and fair,
-  And lo! they ’gin their dreams of beauteous things
-    As she touches their soft downy hair.
-
-  The curtains of Nod are drawn aside,
-    And there is the fairies’ room,--
-  Gold tinseled Christmas trees, and dolls and toys,
-    Bright picture books and flowers in bloom.
-
-  Oases of delight! O blissful hours!
-    O happy, wished-for fairyland,
-  Where they may live in dreams the whole night long,
-    And hold communion with the elfish band.
-
-  Then to new joys they waken on the morrow,
-    From realms of dreams to realms of play.
-  O feasts of joys! Fairies’ fancies charm by night,
-    And real toys ’rapture them by day.
-
-  O to be a laughing child again tonight,--
-    Forever is the grown folk’s prayer,--
-  That our dreams be all of pleasures and of joys,
-    And our waking hours still find them there!
-
-
-
-
-TO POPE PIUS X
-
-
-  O ill-starred Pope! From thee all power was reft
-    To quell the slaughter of earth’s men.
-  Alone thou grieved’st their needless sufferings,
-    And racking qualms beyond all mortal ken.
-
-  Pontiff Supreme! Blest be thy reverent name
-    Who wroughtst great tasks most holily,
-  But couldst not make men think the thoughts of peace
-    When they in blood were steeped so mightily.
-
-  In ancient days thy predecessors swayed
-    The power earth’s horrid wars to quell,
-  But ah, alas! their might is but remembrance dim,
-    And now brute arms their triumphs tell.
-
-  O mighty monarchs! Yours, yours is the blame
-    That we have holy Pius lost,
-  For ye have stirred the wars that racked his frame,
-    And his great life is now th’atoning cost.
-
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-
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-ENMITY
-
-
-  Say, of what mortal use is enmity?
-  Hast thou not seen two midget ants in strife,
-  Contending o’er the petal in the vale,--
-  See how they toil and sweat, and struggle long,
-  And tumble zig-zag down the hilly slope,
-  And e’en do totter on the streamlet’s edge,
-  Until at length one Lilliput doth win
-  By one great stroke, when lo! a sudden gale
-  Doth whisk its great nose down the hilltop’s side,
-  And puffs the victor and the prize away.
-  So oft the giant world wrests from our grasp
-  The things we seek in tedious rivalry;
-  And like the foolish little ants a-tilt,
-  Great Justice ’bove, who loathes such noxious strife,
-  Doth make us lose the prize we strove to gain,
-  And to defeat doth add discomfiture.
-
-
-
-
-WHY GRIEVE?
-
-
-  Why weep we when a spirit flies away,
-    Why can we not cease crying,--
-  For life is but the soul’s full form,
-    And death is but the dying?
-  The pallid face and closed eye
-    Prove not the end of man’s career,
-  But only mark the spirit’s life
-    Uplifted to a higher sphere.
-
-
-
-
-THE TOLL OF MAJESTY
-
-
-              Poor suffering king!
-  His misery is his friend. Him doth he guest
-  The whole day long. His subjects want not ease,
-  Nor eat their messes joyless round their boards
-  While he doth thrust aside the daintiest dish,
-  Whose hardness doth the peasant’s crust exceed,
-  Or bolts it down in tremulous haste and fear,
-  Eyes trained for secret enemies. Who knows?
-  Some sneak assassin’s steel may strike his heart,
-  Or some rude bomb may rend the castle’s base
-  But to attempt his life. God, save the king,
-  That he may use his throne and sceptre right,
-  And be not thus the nation’s trembling slave,
-  But be its strongest power!
-
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-AMBITION
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-
-  Ambition is a man-of-war,
-    And constant will her battery,
-  Hard pressing down upon the foe
-    Upon life’s wide and rolling sea.
-  No sturdy coils nor clanking chains
-    Can ever bind her to the shore;
-  Through storm and tempest, wind and wave,
-    She plows the waters o’er.
-  There is no craft she’ll not engage,
-    Nor cares how broad her bulk or mast,
-  For she will buckle to her side
-    And in the struggle win at last.
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-KNOW THYSELF
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-  There is a key to every human life,
-    A door to every human heart;
-  And those who would our mysteries unbar
-    Do but essay the locksmith’s art.
-  Wise is the man who holds the keys that ope
-    What hidden thoughts our souls possess,
-  But he is still the wiser, nobler smith
-    Who can unlock his own heart best.
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-BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE
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-  How can misfortune but a blessing be
-    And slight mishaps be called unkind?
-  Oft the lessons we learn in a single evil turn
-    Are more than all success combined.
-  If only we knew the lordly benisons
-    That come from the tempest, the winds and the rain,
-  We would not curse the cloud-reft heavens so,
-    Nor the cavernous depths of earth profane.
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-DECEIVING MAIDENS
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-  Ah! triumph is a summer’s flower,
-    And short-lived is success;
-  Their petals fade but in an hour
-    And wither into nothingness.
-  Two blushing maidens fair are they,--
-    The fairest of their kin,
-  So skilled in the art of a lover’s ruse
-    That we woo them, but rarely win.
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-THE SOLUTION
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-_To be, or not to be,--that is the question._--SHAKESPEARE.
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-          Why should man struggle here?
-  Is’t not the hope of something yet in life,
-  Some great achievement, some heroic feat
-  Which worth’ly succors to humanity,
-  That lights the dimmed, expiring spark of life
-  And bids us still seek in adversity
-  The means to atone for all our erring past
-  And strive to gain the haven of the blest,
-  The soul’s most glorious prize,--that thing eterne?
-  Cut off by one weak, frail, ’gainst-nature act,--
-  By use of sword, or gun, or poisoned vial,--
-  What hope exists the prize of life to win,
-  When every means therefor is wrested ’way,
-  And our life’s strength ebbs out in the warping clay?
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-A WOMAN’S HEART
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-                What mystery!
-  It is to me a most strange questioning,
-  That man would hold what hearts he captivates
-  But for a little while,--then puffs them off,
-  As one by one they in his estimation wane,
-  And turns his mind to other victories,
-  Nor ever cares how infinite they are,--
-  Yea, like the proud Atilla doth he stand,
-  Who counts his victims captured by the sword,
-  And then, with conquest filled, whets o’er his steel
-  And, never sated, sighs for subjects more:
-  Yet woman, with her heart so guileless true,
-  Would hold but one, and him thereto she’d cling
-  Through life or death, and keep her virgin soul,
-  In memory of him, e’er spotless and unstained
-  By taint of foreign love.
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-LIFE’S MISSION
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-
-  Go, seek your earthly mission, ye who toil,--
-    Discern why God hath placed you here.
-  Hide not the talent He hath given you
-    For idle sloth or cowardly fear!
-  Some worthy task but waits for each to do,
-    To aid the world’s great work to-day;
-  Put forth thy might upon life’s struggling field,
-    And thou mayst bear the prize away!
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-THE MAGNET
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-  The good alone are to be loved, adored,
-    For they are pure
-  And purity rather draws the eye of man
-  Than smoky soot, which gums the evil soul
-  And blacker grows until it doth beseem
-  Grim Pluto’s loathsome pit, which oft did drive
-  The Gods that dug’t away.
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-THE SWALLOW’S FLIGHT
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-                O for swift wings!
-  O let me fly as are the swallows, free--
-  Free from the toil and turmoil of the world!
-  Let me away to some Elysian fields,
-  Where I may sing the swallow’s lay. O joy!
-  How heavenly to be flitting, nestling there,
-  Where one might sing unto the ambrosial sun;
-  Or stride her chariot, lined with fleecy clouds;
-  Taste such delights as ne’er hath mortal known,
-  From Hebe’s cup or Juno’s flowing bowl,
-  For all eternity!
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-THE POET’S REWARD
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-  A poor, neglected poet once there lived,
-    Who to the souls of millions sang;
-  He cheered their hearts and eased their restless minds
-    With ne’er discordant note nor twang.
-
-  Yet little of this world’s great goods he asked,
-    And littler still thereof did gain.
-  He left the world with joy and pleasure filled,
-    But took its sorrow and its pain.
-
-  Yet I do know he labored not in vain,
-    Though his reward to win was long,--
-  For God above, in His great charity,
-    Did make His angels sing his song.
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-THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION
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-  Joy to you, my pretty one!
-  Fluffles, ruffles, all aglow,
-  Heart a-beating two-four time,--
-  Joy be yours, and joy be mine
-  To see you joyous so.
-
-  Life to you be full of cheer
-  In the love that you have found,
-  Every smile that he doth shew
-  Hath a meaning deep to you
-  As it sheds its radiance ’round.
-
-  May long annals bless your life,
-  May you never fret or fume!
-  May your joys be ever full,
-  And his love no lesser dull
-  Than its now most perfect bloom!
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-NATURE’S CHEER
-
-
-  Oh, when I sigh and melancholy grow,
-    And all my hopes turn brown and sere,
-  It sends a thrill of gladness in my heart
-    To think that we have nature here.
-
-  Then in the fields I go a-roaming,
-    And in the high topped woods a-play:
-  Away with cares and melancholy now,
-    I know I’d like to live alway.
-
-  The birds do sing me sweet songs from the trees,
-    The bees and locusts hum their best.
-  Oh, can high heaven top these pure Elysian charms,
-    Can it be happier and more blest?
-
-  Then do I thank my dear Redeemer
-    That he hath giv’n this world of ours,
-  Where we may seek our souls’ full consolation
-    In realms of birds, and trees, and flowers.
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-THE WAR ETERNAL
-
-
-  The strife of man will ne’er be over,
-    Though all earth’s wars be gone
-  And countless soldiers have departed
-    Unto the farther on,--
-  For life’s array must e’er be posing
-    Against the wiles of sin,
-  The devil and his mighty legions
-    Who strive the world to win.
-
-  Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valor
-    Which wins the cov’ted prize;
-  ’Tis only love and perfect service
-    That crowns us in the skies.
-  Within the distance arms are clashing
-    And fresh blood mars the sod,--
-  ’Tis but the war of good and evil
-    On battlefields of God.
-
-  Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,
-    For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;
-  With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,
-    We battle not alone.
-  Go press amidst the foremost legion
-    Which marches on before;
-  Go draw thy sword against the evil one;
-    Prove thou a victor in the war!
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-ANGEL MUSIC
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-
-  Oh, I hear the sweetest music
-    Floating on the liquid air,
-  And my mind is lost in fancy--
-    ’Tis my loved one sitting there.
-  Then I gaze upon her tresses,
-    Dream of fairy lands,
-  ’Neath the spell of angel music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Joyous thoughts dispel my sadness;
-    All is joy and mirthsome glee
-  As her fingers touch the heart notes
-    With enraptured minstrelsy;
-  And the earth is more a heaven
-    Than a barren, struggling strand,
-  ’Neath the strains of angel music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Then she glides to notes of sadness,
-    And my heart is struck with pain
-  As she plays some touching ballad
-    Or o’er some pathetic strain.
-  Yet the tears I shed are glad ones,
-    And I know she understands
-  That I am happy in the music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Thus she runs the gamut over,
-    Swaying ceaseless to and fro
-  Till my heart is tuned and chorded
-    To the love that makes us glow:
-  Yes, she knows my heart is tempered,
-    Trebly lost in love’s demands,
-  In the charm of angel music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Thus our hearts are sealed in union
-    In those joyous strains of love,
-  And I hard can wait the closing
-    My unbounded love to prove:
-  For I wait to clasp her in my arms
-    And a kiss--to make demands,--
-  Small payment for that heavenly music
-    Played by angel hands.
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-THREE NAMES
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-  A bird, a child, and a bed of purple flowers,
-    I found in a garden so green and so bright.
-  With gentle step to them I moved and spoke,--
-    All three did tremble at my sight.
-
-  “Oh, come to me, my pretty little flowers;
-    And please, please breathe your name to me.
-  I want to know you better than I do;
-    I think we should not strangers be.
-
-  “Oh, come to me, my pretty blue-eyed child,
-    And lisp thine own sweet name to me;
-  Thy golden ringlets and thine angel smiles
-    Deserve a greater blazonry.
-
-  “Oh, come to me, my pretty caged bird,
-    And sing thy name in thy song to me;
-  Thou sing’st the sweetest songs I ever heard,
-    But I’d know more than that of thee.”
-
-  So one by one each gave her secret up
-    With a confidence I felt was true.
-  The flowers breathed violet; the child spoke the same;
-    And the bird thereat sang violet too.
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-THE SMILES OF TRUTH
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-  Oh, give to me the simple heart
-    Where there is meaning in its smile,--
-  The heart that proves ’twould do me good
-    Without a thought of fraud or guile.
-
-  Those are the smiles that glad my soul
-    ’Bove all glad things on earth I know;
-  They give me faith in friendship yet,
-    When all the world seems false in show.
-
-  Oh, give to me the simple heart
-    Whose smiles have depth without an end,--
-  Those are the smiles that beam from God
-    And make our souls to heaven tend.
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-A TOKEN
-
-
-  Our land’s first lady’s in her grave. She lives
-    Far from the tumult of the world,
-  Where those great deeds of love wreck not the health,
-    But are in tomes of gold impearled.
-
-  A noble sacrifice to life she made,
-    Wherein her tasks outdid her strength.
-  What pity, then, that she must leave so soon,
-    Ere that her life had reached its length.
-
-  A gracious mother and a loyal wife,
-    Cherished by all both far and near,
-  Let her rare life shine o’er our weeping land;
-    Let her great name be ever dear!
-
-  Dear President! With thee a nation mourns
-    And sheds kind teardrops on her bier,
-  For thou hast lost the goodliest wife of earth
-    And art left ’lone, disconsolate, here.
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-THE PIRATE ANT
-
-
-  Oh, see her bear her heavy burden,
-    Undaunted ’gainst the stirring breeze;
-  The cordlet quakes and tremulous shakes
-    As the antlet quivers with the trees.
-
-  Yet still she keeps on plodding onward,
-    So light in heart and free of limb;
-  Muscling in her arms a captured fly,
-    She sails,--a pirate maritime.
-
-  O toil most great,--O distance infinite!
-    From tree to tree the cord is strung,
-  But naught dissuades the plucky ant
-    Who rides the rope the trees among.
-
-  Heave ho! the wind is rising higher,
-    And thief and prey are almost gone;
-  But stark she clingeth to the mast
-    And bears her priceless booty home.
-
-  Thus let men lesson from the tiny ant
-    Who doth unwearied to her task bend;
-  No toil too great, no task too long,
-    But she doth nobly bring’t to end!
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-SKINKER ROAD
-
-Skinker Road was chosen as the Midway of the World’s Fair held in St.
-Louis, Missouri, in 1904.
-
-
-  O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    The highway of the pioneers,
-      The “Midway” of the World’s Fair place,
-    The choicest of the chosen few,--
-      By thy rustic beauty wast thou crowned;
-    But now I hear the beat of toiling feet
-      That raise thy fabrics round.
-
-    O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    Great mighty men have passed thee o’er
-      In old Missouri’s earlier days.
-    Thy name be of the pioneer
-      Who first thy charming highway laid,
-    And gave thy name to be known of fame
-      By a world’s unparalleled parade.
-
-    O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    How soon shall all thy beauty fade
-      To fit thee for thy coming days!
-    The hand of progress soon shall snatch
-      The trees that hang thy grasses o’er,
-    And thy winding lane shall bear in train
-      Advancement’s fruitful store.
-
-    O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    All tongues on earth shall speak thy name,
-      All races there meet face to face.
-    Once wast thou highway of the pioneers
-      In the rugged days of toil and war,
-    But now the lane of a world-wide fame,
-      The “Midway” of the Fair.
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-HUMOR
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-HIS LEGACY
-
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-  The lavish legacy of Frank Legree
-    No doubt is sorrowing him yet;
-  For once he owned a million francs in gold,
-    But now he owes a million debt.
-
-  When first he eyed his huge inheritance
-    His uncle left to him in fee,
-  He smiled to see himself a millionaire,
-    And moved in best society.
-
-  He built a tomb for his dear uncle then,
-    And epitaphed him “grand old man,”
-  Though in his life he had ne’er thought of him
-    And liked him better dead than--
-
-  Alive. So then he called his friends around,--
-    Patrons of wine and song and ease;
-  Mild drinks did make him thirst for stronger gins,
-    And small jags grew protracted sprees.
-
-  He squandered thousands on the race course;
-    In dice he lost at every throw;
-  He scattered change like oatmeal fed to chickens;
-    His pile soon melted down like snow--
-
-  In July. His banker sent a gentle invitation
-    To straighten his o’erdrawn account.
-  He did. He sent a bullet in his brain
-    And never stopped to ask the amount.
-
-  The lavish legacy of Frank Legree
-    No doubt is sorrowing him yet;
-  Lieu of an earthly million francs in gold,
-    He’s serving time for soul lost debt.
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-THE WORD MISSPELLED
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-    Whene’er you miss
-    A field of bliss,
-  It is not half so bad
-    As to presume
-    Your words are known,
-  When you but thought you had.
-
-    When you’ve planned up
-    A good stand up,
-  And fall to the other end,
-    It brings aroun’
-    A funny frown
-  Which judgment cannot mend.
-
-    Your playmates’ laugh
-    Is only half
-  The ugliness you feel;
-    You’d kick yourself
-    Like the Ghib the Guelf
-  If that the pang would heal.
-
-    So boys, I say,
-    Study away
-  And ever strive your best,
-    So you’ll be glad
-    Instead of sad,
-  And keep your level with the rest.
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-THE NABOB’S PRIDE
-
-
-  I passed him in his high-born mansion oft,
-    And lo! he would not speak to me,
-  For I was born of humble parentage
-    And my fortune lacked his dignity.
-
-  The days rolled by. We often met in face
-    Upon the highway of our town;
-  I hoped to see him cast a smile on me,
-    But only reaped a scowling frown.
-
-  I clenched my fist, and silent passed him by
-    With words--perhaps revenge or spite;
-  But they breathed inspiration to my soul
-    To strive and set our scores aright.
-
-  With such thought buried in mine aching breast,
-    I labored ceaseless at my task;
-  And saw my fortunes not unenvied rise
-    Until no greater could I ask.
-
-  But what of him? In some far distant place,
-    Again as oft we chanced to meet.
-  His wealth had flown, while mine tenfold had grown,--
-    Foul luck had made him indiscreet.
-
-  I picked him from the gutter,--a sorry sight,
-    Reeling with wine, and sick and sore:
-  And as I passed a snug goldpiece, he said,
-    “Beg pard’, that I knew you not before.”
-
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-HUERTA’S DRINKING SONG
-
-On the day of the siege of Vera Cruz.
-
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-  Be merry, let us drink wine,
-    And sip, sip, sip;
-    Full soon the days shall slip,
-    Gray hairs shall catch us,
-    Grim death will dispatch us
-    Long ere our pleasures be full.
-    Let not the soul be dull,--
-  Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.
-
-  Be merry, let us drink wine,
-    And quaff, quaff, quaff;
-    Loud ring your cheering laugh,--
-    Care we for Gringos?
-    Let ’em come, by Jingos!
-    Ne’er fear that all will be well,
-    We’ll lick ’em spite of hell,--
-  Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.
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-_HOCH DER KAISER_
-
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-  _Hoch der Kaiser!_ How he slapped his son,
-    When he saw the war begin!
-  Spoke the Kaiser in his wrath to the crown prince,
-    “What an awful mess you’ve got me in!”
-
-  “Squads of Russians, French, and Englishmen,
-    Swords a-tilt to quell us all;
-  Couldn’t you wait until we had grown stronger,
-    With more men and guns on which to fall?
-
-  “I’ll not say that I am so displeased,
-    That you’ve laid Mar’s spirit bare,--
-  ’Tis the will of every noble Deutscher,--
-    But you should ’a used much greater care.
-
-  “Now we’ve got to battle,--we’re in for war!
-    But I guess I’ll let you fight.
-  ’Sides, it’s just as good a time as any
-    Just to show them all our might.
-
-  “Let the drum beat to its martial tune;
-    Strike _Wacht am Rhein_ and let’s begin;
-  Austria’s aid will go to help us some,
-    So I guess we’ll now stay in.”
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-
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-A MASH IN COURT
-
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-  A bashful, blushing maiden fair it was
-    Who to the altar bent her way,
-  A-trembling on her future spouse’s arm,
-    To Justice Rome Van Rennsler Day.
-
-  The judge looked through his nose-pinched specs and smiled,
-    “Ah, ha! Two dollars for a fee.”
-  Then when the ceremony was over, rose,
-    “I guess I’ll kiss the bride,” says he.
-
-  The groom was game, and led the justice down
-    To where the wedding party sat;
-  But law! the judge was really so excited
-    He didn’t know just where he was at.
-
-  But on he stumbled, and the groom cried out,
-    “You’re making it fine, so hurry on.”
-  The bride just flinched and turned her pretty head,
-    While the judge picked out a dress of lawn.
-
-  Our blushing bride had worn a crepe de chene,--
-    The bride’s maid a lawn did grace,--
-  But the judge seized on the first he came to there,
-    And planted a smack on her ruby face.
-
-  “Why, what’s the matter?” all the guests did cry,
-    As the lawn flew through the questioning throng.
-  Alas! the judge had kissed the maid instead,
-    And the dad-blamed kiss went wrong.
-
-  Now what could the poor excited justice do?
-    The first kiss for the bride was lost--
-  “Impertinence! How dare you?” the maid did scream.
-    “I’ll get you arrested at any cost.”
-
-  The bride got angry, too, at such a muddle,
-    And said she’d aid the maid for spite--
-  But what was the legal remedy, I ask;
-    For the judge couldn’t pull himself by right?
-
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-
-
-HIS SEARCH FOR GOLD
-
-
-  He came down from the Klondike
-    Brief days ago,
-  Bowed down by tribulations,
-    Weighted with human woe,--
-  Where he had cast his fortune
-    ’Mid fields of ice and snow.
-
-  He left his friends and kinsmen
-    And a happy home
-  To fill his life with that adventure
-    Told of in a Wild West tome,
-  But wandered unsuccessfully
-    From Yukon to Cape Nome.
-
-  He searched the fields of Yukon
-    With few supplies,
-  And camped beside its shallows
-    Where little Yukons rise,
-  But missed that mine of nuggets
-    Which in that gold field lies.
-
-  He tramped amid the mountains
-    From Spring till Fall,
-  He strode the great crevasses
-    And crossed the rivers all,
-  The wealth he sought was spacious
-    But what he got was small.
-
-  He drank the wines of Dawson
-    And Behring’s Strait,
-  And stronger drinks did capture him
-    In camp on White Horse Lake;
-  He cursed the luck that sent him thither
-    A deep inebriate.
-
-  He felt the pangs of hunger
-    And northern cold,
-  As oft his comrades perished
-    Around the camp fires’ mold
-  And false guides led them to destruction
-    In their search for Yukon gold.
-
-  He came down from the Klondike
-    Brief days before,
-  Bearing the resolution,
-    Tested and tried of yore,
-  To earn a humble living
-    And search for gold no more.
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-<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 69761 ***</div>
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-<div class="titlepage">
-<h1><span class="antiqua">The Sinking of the Titanic</span><br>
-<span class="small">AND OTHER POEMS</span></h1>
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-<p>BY<br>
-<span class="large">C. VICTOR STAHL</span><br>
-Author of “Zorabella,” etc.</p>
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-<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_titlelogo.jpg" alt=""></div>
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-<p>BOSTON<br>
-SHERMAN, FRENCH &amp; COMPANY<br>
-1915</p>
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-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1915</span><br>
-<span class="smcap">Sherman, French &amp; Company</span></p>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2>
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-<table>
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-<tr><td class="tdr" colspan="2"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Sinking of the Titanic</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">         1</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Inspiration</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_4">          4</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Spring Ballad</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">        5</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Spirit of War</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">        8</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Flowerets’ Communion</span> &#160; &#160; &#160;</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">         10</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Riddle of Life</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">          12</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Columbia’s Flag</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">           13</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Bar of Science</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">       14</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Chord Unsung</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">        16</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Oasis</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">         17</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Push Onward</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">         18</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Sing It</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">           19</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Oriole</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">         20</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Smiles and Tears</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">        21</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Be Strong</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">          22</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Children’s Dream</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">       23</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">To Pope Pius X</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">        25</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Enmity</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">           26</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Why Grieve?</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">         27</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Toll of Majesty</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">       28</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Ambition</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">          29</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Know Thyself</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">        30</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Blessings in Disguise</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">        31</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Deceiving Maidens</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">         32</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Solution</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">         33</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Woman’s Heart</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">        34</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Life’s Mission</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">        35</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Magnet</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">          36</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Swallow’s Flight</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">         37</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Poet’s Reward</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">      38</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Lover’s Benediction</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">      39</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Nature’s Cheer</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">      40</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The War Eternal</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">      41</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Angel Music</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">      42</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Three Names</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">      44</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Smiles of Truth</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">      45</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Token</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">      46</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Pirate Ant</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">      47</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Skinker Road</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">      48</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><th colspan="2">HUMOR</th></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">His Legacy</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">      53</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Word Misspelled</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">      55</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Nabob’s Pride</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">      56</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Huerta’s Drinking Song</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">      58</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><i>Hoch der Kaiser</i></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">      59</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Mash in Court</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">      60</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">His Search for Gold</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">      62</a></td></tr>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak">THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC<br>
-AND OTHER POEMS</h2>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span>
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, Titan was her gorgeous armament</div>
-<div class="indent">And Titan was her sail and crew;</div>
-<div class="verse">A thing of pride to sweep the surging tide</div>
-<div class="indent">And laugh to scorn the perilous blue.</div>
-<div class="verse">Yet let us weep not for her treasured hulk</div>
-<div class="indent">That sank leagues deep into the sea,</div>
-<div class="verse">But for the toll of ill-starred voyagers</div>
-<div class="indent">Who rode her to eternity.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I see the glory of that primal hour</div>
-<div class="indent">When first her beams did breast the wave,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, owner, builder, seaman’s eyes did sparkle</div>
-<div class="indent">As did the sea her huge side lave:—</div>
-<div class="verse">How zealously the elite madly rushed</div>
-<div class="indent">To trust their passage in her care,</div>
-<div class="verse">To boast their presence on the maiden trip</div>
-<div class="indent">Of that leviathan so rare.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">She sailed.—The sky gleamed bright and azure clear,</div>
-<div class="indent">The waves lashed gently at her side,</div>
-<div class="verse">The moon that night shone down auspiciously</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon that ship of gorgeous pride.</div>
-<div class="verse">Her engines tore in frenzy o’er and o’er,</div>
-<div class="indent">Her powerful shafts did heave and quake,</div>
-<div class="verse">As loud and clear her captain’s voice rang out,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Speed on! Fear not the iceberg’s brake.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span>
-<div class="verse">Ahead there floundered in the chilly sea</div>
-<div class="indent">A huge and bristling wall of ice.</div>
-<div class="verse">“What shall we do?” her helmsman tremulously cried.</div>
-<div class="indent">Word came, “Let’s cleave it in a trice,”</div>
-<div class="verse">Whereat the mighty engines creaked and strained</div>
-<div class="indent">And madly sped the Titan hulk.</div>
-<div class="verse">Ne’er moved nor stirred the ocean’s icy berg,</div>
-<div class="indent">But braced against her speeding bulk.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Dost thou defy me, master of the sea,</div>
-<div class="indent">Thou untried artifice of man?</div>
-<div class="verse">I’ll show thee, then, whose is the stronger hand,</div>
-<div class="indent">For mine was here e’er thine began.”</div>
-<div class="verse">Crash! Crash! The waters rushed. The ship’s side heaved.</div>
-<div class="indent">The ponderous engines ceased to throb,</div>
-<div class="verse">And there above the darkening drawbridge cried</div>
-<div class="indent">A thousand souls in fear to God.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">From peaceful slumbers wildly they uprose,</div>
-<div class="indent">From games of whist, from dance and wine.</div>
-<div class="verse">“Can it be so?” they cried in anguished pride—</div>
-<div class="indent">“So sinking in the icy brine?”</div>
-<div class="verse">But ah! alas! the hand of death hung o’er.</div>
-<div class="indent">Alas for captain, ship and crew!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span>
-<div class="verse">In headstrong haste they’d left the boats behind</div>
-<div class="indent">That save men from the watery blue.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Let there be women saved, and they alone!”</div>
-<div class="indent">Rose up like steel the chivalrous cry,</div>
-<div class="verse">While gallant men stood on the slippery deck</div>
-<div class="indent">And brave resolved themselves to die.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then solemn strains rose from the engulfing main,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Nearer my God,” they sang, “to Thee,”</div>
-<div class="verse">Till all that was left of the Titan’s envied hulk</div>
-<div class="indent">Was a billowy gurgle in the sea.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Alas for man! Alas for vaunting boast!</div>
-<div class="indent">Which seeks to conquer the fate of the sea,</div>
-<div class="verse">Essays to raise proud hulks of iron and steel</div>
-<div class="indent">And laugh to scorn God’s mastery!</div>
-<div class="verse">Thus from their watery grave he lifts his voice;</div>
-<div class="indent">“None tempt my power by craft malign.</div>
-<div class="verse">Lo! all shall cleave unto the common end,</div>
-<div class="indent">And none shall stand but I, divine!”</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">INSPIRATION</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Proud</span> child of fortune, smile on thy better hope!</div>
-<div class="verse">Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!</div>
-<div class="verse">Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steep</div>
-<div class="verse">Which thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will—</div>
-<div class="verse">That magic wand of every earthly deed,</div>
-<div class="verse">The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones—</div>
-<div class="verse">And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,</div>
-<div class="verse">If thou but claim’st it!</div>
-</div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">SPRING BALLAD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Spring</span>, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?</div>
-<div class="verse">Why hast thou not come sooner to me?</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long while</div>
-<div class="verse">Thy merry, rollicksome face to see.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?</div>
-<div class="verse">Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,</div>
-<div class="verse">And flutter thy magical wand high over all.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,</div>
-<div class="verse">Never so bright and never so gay.</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the air</div>
-<div class="verse">For thine inauguration day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span>
-<div class="verse">Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,</div>
-<div class="verse">All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowers</div>
-<div class="verse">And see the green trees before thee to bow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The robins have come from their faraway home,</div>
-<div class="verse">And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skies</div>
-<div class="verse">That they may encore thine orchestral train.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,</div>
-<div class="verse">And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,—</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowers</div>
-<div class="verse">And nature but waits for June time so fair.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span>
-<div class="verse">Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,</div>
-<div class="verse">A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long while</div>
-<div class="verse">To see thee return when again I shall call.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SPIRIT OF WAR</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Ho</span>! ho! I come in fury as the storm</div>
-<div class="indent">And seek earth’s nations east and west.</div>
-<div class="verse">I breathe the breath of fire within them all,</div>
-<div class="indent">And lure to arms the proud’st and best.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I swoop down on their gilded palaces,</div>
-<div class="indent">And shake the monarchs of the world;</div>
-<div class="verse">I rouse them from their cots of peace and ease</div>
-<div class="indent">And set their boasting flags unfurled.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Upon the doors of happy homes I knock,</div>
-<div class="indent">And men of valor do I call</div>
-<div class="verse">To take the stand against their fellowmen,</div>
-<div class="indent">To spill their blood and spill it all.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I wend my flight to peaceful, quiet fields</div>
-<div class="indent">Where tillers ever tireless toil;</div>
-<div class="verse">I bid them leave their plows and homes behind,</div>
-<div class="indent">And steel themselves with arms of spoil.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then nursing babes at mothers’ breasts I touch,</div>
-<div class="indent">For loud their fathers do I call;</div>
-<div class="verse">I reck not of their mothers’ tear-stained eyes</div>
-<div class="indent">When those do in the battle fall.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I sweep o’er peaceful cities great and strong,</div>
-<div class="indent">Whose towers outtop the blue-ribbed sky;</div>
-<div class="verse">I give the word to grind out shot and shell</div>
-<div class="indent">Until they lowly, humble lie.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span>
-<div class="verse">The mighty nations to my wings I call,—</div>
-<div class="indent">A hundred million men of war</div>
-<div class="verse">To struggle helpless ’gainst the sword of death,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Beneath my spell they fallen are.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O’er Asia’s strand I spread mine eaglet wings,</div>
-<div class="indent">O’er Austria, England, France and Spain;</div>
-<div class="verse">Then do I touch Japan and Mexico,</div>
-<div class="indent">Then back to Europe’s soil again.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">My maw is ever empty for their blood,</div>
-<div class="indent">“On! on!” I cry for newer prey;</div>
-<div class="verse">My master Mars doth urge me take the field</div>
-<div class="indent">Myself to slaughter and to slay.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Away with peace and arbitration’s hand,</div>
-<div class="indent">’Neath whose pale spell I envious quake:</div>
-<div class="verse">They only dare to cross my boist’rous path;</div>
-<div class="indent">Them can I never bend nor break.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But on I go, and when my wreak is o’er</div>
-<div class="indent">And Mars requites me for my pain,</div>
-<div class="verse">To war’s dead corps and sepulchres I cry:</div>
-<div class="indent">“Great God, what fools have mortals been!”</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE FLOWERETS’ COMMUNION</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a solitary hillside,</div>
-<div class="indent">Where flow’rets, blooming gay,</div>
-<div class="verse">Have watched the sky with eager pride</div>
-<div class="indent">From dawn till close of day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">No wand’ring stranger do they see,</div>
-<div class="indent">Who treads that silent place,</div>
-<div class="verse">To look upon their majesty</div>
-<div class="indent">Or view their radiant face.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But yet, unplaintive, do they bloom</div>
-<div class="indent">And smile out ’gainst the sky,—</div>
-<div class="verse">From them the birds do take their song</div>
-<div class="indent">And bees their honey ply.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then come the little sunbeams fair,</div>
-<div class="indent">Leaping o’er the crumbled wall,</div>
-<div class="verse">And gayly dancing here and there</div>
-<div class="indent">Spring at the flow’rets’ call.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then sweet communion do they hold,</div>
-<div class="indent">The flowers and sunbeams there;</div>
-<div class="verse">The sunbeams stoop to plant their lips</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon the flow’rets fair.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">They breathe into the sunbeams life</div>
-<div class="indent">To trip athwart the plain,</div>
-<div class="verse">To sparkle in their dazzling revelries</div>
-<div class="indent">And round and round again.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span>
-<div class="verse">Glad Hymen joins them there ’neath heaven</div>
-<div class="indent">And seals them with her love:</div>
-<div class="verse">And as the issue of their amity,</div>
-<div class="indent">Joy rings to heaven above.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O ye who in earth’s lonely vales</div>
-<div class="indent">Do struggling, plaintive go,</div>
-<div class="verse">Think not thine humble merits less</div>
-<div class="indent">Than in the world’s bright glow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">And ye who are most lonesome, sore,</div>
-<div class="indent">Do not despairing wend,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For every flower there darts a sunbeam fair,</div>
-<div class="indent">For every soul, a helping friend.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE RIDDLE OF LIFE</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, what a weak, sporadic thing is man,</div>
-<div class="indent">Burst forth upon life’s troublous sea!</div>
-<div class="verse">Unasked he comes, unwished therefrom he goes,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Oh, whither is his destiny?</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I put my riddle to the flying breeze</div>
-<div class="indent">That flurried past with airy wing;</div>
-<div class="verse">My words were borne back on the fleecy clouds</div>
-<div class="indent">Who laughed to scorn my questioning.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I asked it of the lordful mountain peak</div>
-<div class="indent">Who lays his hoar face to the sky;</div>
-<div class="verse">He only shrugged his Atlan shoulders bare,</div>
-<div class="indent">And answered me a mournful sigh.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I plied it to the deep and surging sea</div>
-<div class="indent">Where myriads slept in her watery grave;</div>
-<div class="verse">She roared and spumed, and splashed her surges higher,</div>
-<div class="indent">And answer none to me she gave.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then to the heavens with upturned face I gazed,</div>
-<div class="indent">And reverent asked my God in prayer;</div>
-<div class="verse">A still, small voice breathed back to me in love,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Wait, child; thou shalt know better there.”</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">COLUMBIA’S FLAG</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Let’s</span> raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds</div>
-<div class="indent">And hoist her colors in the skies;</div>
-<div class="verse">Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let never a foe upon her rise!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Let’s wear her emblem proudly on our breasts;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let’s steel our hearts with valor true.</div>
-<div class="verse">As long as she doth guard our liberty</div>
-<div class="indent">With the tints of the red, white and blue!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Whether in peace or in the battle’s roar,</div>
-<div class="indent">Be she the guardian of our soil!</div>
-<div class="verse">Spare not our lives to save our country’s hearth;</div>
-<div class="indent">Shirk not the havoc and the toil!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Dear flag, thou emblem of a nation’s pride,</div>
-<div class="indent">Sail proudly o’er the scattered main,</div>
-<div class="verse">And gather all Columbia’s sons to thee,</div>
-<div class="indent">That never may our freedom wane!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Go raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds,</div>
-<div class="indent">And hoist her colors in the skies!</div>
-<div class="verse">Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let never a foe upon her rise!</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE BAR OF SCIENCE</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5"><span class="smcap">Who</span> thwarts thy will?</div>
-<div class="verse">O Science, who can stop thine onward sweep,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or lay a bar ’fore thine ambitious ways?</div>
-<div class="verse">Oh, who will fling the gauntlet down to thee</div>
-<div class="verse">And dare estop thee in thy feats of skill</div>
-<div class="verse">That thou so bold perform’st? None, none of man,</div>
-<div class="verse">But God alone. He knows what mysteries</div>
-<div class="verse">To scuttle from thy sight.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5">Were’t not for Him,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou would’st unmine the whole great globe of man;</div>
-<div class="verse">Draw figures o’er the moon’s frail, verdant map;</div>
-<div class="verse">Bind all the planets to our earth’s great orb;</div>
-<div class="verse">And, cooling, freeze the sun’s most torrid heat,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or give it greater fire. Thou’d’st chain the thunderbolt;</div>
-<div class="verse">Catch heaven’s lightning in thine own great leash</div>
-<div class="verse">For man’s devising smiths.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5">But let us praise thee</div>
-<div class="verse">For what thy dare-all, do-all skill hath wrought</div>
-<div class="verse">On earth alone. Thou’st built the flying planes,</div>
-<div class="verse">The heaving ships—dark instruments of war;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>
-<div class="verse">Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,</div>
-<div class="verse">The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,</div>
-<div class="verse">The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,—</div>
-<div class="verse">But naught ’gainst God’s great will.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5">For thou’st not reached</div>
-<div class="verse">Where thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,</div>
-<div class="verse">For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,</div>
-<div class="verse">That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, yea, with all thy vaunted boast of power,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou canst not His great’st handiwork outdo,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou canst not e’er make man!</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE CHORD UNSUNG</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O let</span> me on some mystic height above</div>
-<div class="indent">Compose, my soul, a perfect lay!</div>
-<div class="verse">O let me rise and ever onward rise</div>
-<div class="indent">Unto the fairest, perfect day!</div>
-<div class="verse">My heart doth swell with sweet, concordant tones,</div>
-<div class="indent">And I would fain burst out in song;</div>
-<div class="verse">But my weak soul can never rise the height</div>
-<div class="indent">Where such Æolian strains belong.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oft have I sat upon the seashore’s strand</div>
-<div class="indent">And strung my proud harp to the wave,</div>
-<div class="verse">While the billows rolled in splendor at my feet</div>
-<div class="indent">And the salt sea did my cushion lave.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then struck I out upon the surging tide</div>
-<div class="indent">My sweetest notes of harp and wand,—</div>
-<div class="verse">But my weak themes fell most far short the minstrelsy</div>
-<div class="indent">Of those celestial strains beyond.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE OASIS</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O what</span> mild ease these shadowy palms afford,—</div>
-<div class="verse">The luscious figs, the palate tempting nuts,</div>
-<div class="verse">The babbling rill, from whose unending source</div>
-<div class="verse">Such cooling water gushes forth that it would quench</div>
-<div class="verse">Ten thousand Stygian thirsts. What rarest joy!</div>
-<div class="verse">What soft retreat is here! No flatt’ring court,</div>
-<div class="verse">No vain and idle pomp beneath whose flow’ry hand</div>
-<div class="verse">The vip’rous serpent creeps unseen!</div>
-</div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">PUSH ONWARD</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">No</span> matter if your heart be weary,</div>
-<div class="verse">No matter if your hopes be dreary;</div>
-<div class="verse">Through an avalanche of hopes, and fears, and ills,</div>
-<div class="verse">And stubborn critics, and harsh opposing wills,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Push onward; you will win at last!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">No use to say you are defeated,—</div>
-<div class="verse">You’ve fought too far to be retreated;</div>
-<div class="verse">For you ahead a rose wreathed laurel lies,</div>
-<div class="verse">Accomplished hopes and victory’s valiant prize,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Push onward; you will win at last!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O soul of man, most burden laden,</div>
-<div class="verse">Know thou that fortune stands, a coyish maiden</div>
-<div class="verse">Who hides beneath her frowns that wished-for smile</div>
-<div class="verse">She waits to shower on you just all the while,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Push onward; you will win at last!</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">SING IT</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">If</span> you’ve a good song to be sung,—</div>
-<div class="verse">A song of laughter or of rollicking cheer</div>
-<div class="verse">To rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,</div>
-<div class="verse">A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cup</div>
-<div class="verse">And turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—</div>
-<div class="indent9">Sing it!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">If you’ve a good song to be sung,—</div>
-<div class="verse">What matters how untuned your lyre may be,</div>
-<div class="verse">What matters that it rings discordantly,</div>
-<div class="verse">Only that your heart is welling o’er</div>
-<div class="verse">With joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—</div>
-<div class="indent9">Sing it!</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE ORIOLE</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Bird</span> of thy pretty plumage, thou</div>
-<div class="indent">Art thou no prouder than the crow?</div>
-<div class="verse">If thou wert human, thou’dst surely be,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Men’s envious ways would make thee so,</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But ’tis much better as thou art;</div>
-<div class="indent">Then art thou naught but satisfied,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou feel’st no pain, nor aching heart;</div>
-<div class="indent">Thou hast no want, nor blinding pride.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">SMILES AND TEARS</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O that</span> these precious smiles we smile to-day</div>
-<div class="verse">Were always smiles,—could last for aye and aye;</div>
-<div class="verse">But ah! too soon the golden bowl will break,</div>
-<div class="verse">And erst glad hearts shall then with sorrow quake.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Alas! that such dark clouds hide ’neath the sun</div>
-<div class="verse">T’obscure him e’en before his race is done;</div>
-<div class="verse">But ’tis most true,—a truth too sad to say,—</div>
-<div class="verse">That we who smile, shall never smile alway.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">BE STRONG</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Be</span> strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">And rise to triumph through thy will;</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, drive the conquering tempter from thy soul</div>
-<div class="indent">That he may do to thee no ill.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">Let virtue’s sceptre guide thy hand;</div>
-<div class="verse">From morn till night, from night till morn, do thou</div>
-<div class="indent">Undaunted ’gainst brute evil stand.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">Grip steadily to that noble task</div>
-<div class="verse">To fight the want that argues in thy soul</div>
-<div class="indent">To let each sinning be the last.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">Not for thyself alone possess,</div>
-<div class="verse">But let thy valiant trophies be a sign</div>
-<div class="indent">Breathing valor in thy brother’s breast.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">In mind and soul, in heart and brain.</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou hast no loss, brave man, in combating,</div>
-<div class="indent">But lo! thou hast the world to gain.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE CHILDREN’S DREAM</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Fast</span>, fast asleep,—done are their earthly cares;</div>
-<div class="indent">To realms of dreamland now they go,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where sprightly elves and long beard goblins gay</div>
-<div class="indent">Do dance around on light tiptoe.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Anon an elf doth stretch her silvery wand,</div>
-<div class="indent">Made of the moonbeams bright and fair,</div>
-<div class="verse">And lo! they ’gin their dreams of beauteous things</div>
-<div class="indent">As she touches their soft downy hair.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The curtains of Nod are drawn aside,</div>
-<div class="indent">And there is the fairies’ room,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Gold tinseled Christmas trees, and dolls and toys,</div>
-<div class="indent">Bright picture books and flowers in bloom.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oases of delight! O blissful hours!</div>
-<div class="indent">O happy, wished-for fairyland,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where they may live in dreams the whole night long,</div>
-<div class="indent">And hold communion with the elfish band.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span>
-<div class="verse">Then to new joys they waken on the morrow,</div>
-<div class="indent">From realms of dreams to realms of play.</div>
-<div class="verse">O feasts of joys! Fairies’ fancies charm by night,</div>
-<div class="indent">And real toys ’rapture them by day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O to be a laughing child again tonight,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Forever is the grown folk’s prayer,—</div>
-<div class="verse">That our dreams be all of pleasures and of joys,</div>
-<div class="indent">And our waking hours still find them there!</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">TO POPE PIUS X</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O ill-starred</span> Pope! From thee all power was reft</div>
-<div class="indent">To quell the slaughter of earth’s men.</div>
-<div class="verse">Alone thou grieved’st their needless sufferings,</div>
-<div class="indent">And racking qualms beyond all mortal ken.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Pontiff Supreme! Blest be thy reverent name</div>
-<div class="indent">Who wroughtst great tasks most holily,</div>
-<div class="verse">But couldst not make men think the thoughts of peace</div>
-<div class="indent">When they in blood were steeped so mightily.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">In ancient days thy predecessors swayed</div>
-<div class="indent">The power earth’s horrid wars to quell,</div>
-<div class="verse">But ah, alas! their might is but remembrance dim,</div>
-<div class="indent">And now brute arms their triumphs tell.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O mighty monarchs! Yours, yours is the blame</div>
-<div class="indent">That we have holy Pius lost,</div>
-<div class="verse">For ye have stirred the wars that racked his frame,</div>
-<div class="indent">And his great life is now th’atoning cost.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">ENMITY</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Say</span>, of what mortal use is enmity?</div>
-<div class="verse">Hast thou not seen two midget ants in strife,</div>
-<div class="verse">Contending o’er the petal in the vale,—</div>
-<div class="verse">See how they toil and sweat, and struggle long,</div>
-<div class="verse">And tumble zig-zag down the hilly slope,</div>
-<div class="verse">And e’en do totter on the streamlet’s edge,</div>
-<div class="verse">Until at length one Lilliput doth win</div>
-<div class="verse">By one great stroke, when lo! a sudden gale</div>
-<div class="verse">Doth whisk its great nose down the hilltop’s side,</div>
-<div class="verse">And puffs the victor and the prize away.</div>
-<div class="verse">So oft the giant world wrests from our grasp</div>
-<div class="verse">The things we seek in tedious rivalry;</div>
-<div class="verse">And like the foolish little ants a-tilt,</div>
-<div class="verse">Great Justice ’bove, who loathes such noxious strife,</div>
-<div class="verse">Doth make us lose the prize we strove to gain,</div>
-<div class="verse">And to defeat doth add discomfiture.</div>
-</div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">WHY GRIEVE?</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Why</span> weep we when a spirit flies away,</div>
-<div class="indent">Why can we not cease crying,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For life is but the soul’s full form,</div>
-<div class="indent">And death is but the dying?</div>
-<div class="verse">The pallid face and closed eye</div>
-<div class="indent">Prove not the end of man’s career,</div>
-<div class="verse">But only mark the spirit’s life</div>
-<div class="indent">Uplifted to a higher sphere.</div>
-</div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE TOLL OF MAJESTY</h3>
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-<div class="indent6"><span class="smcap">Poor</span> suffering king!</div>
-<div class="verse">His misery is his friend. Him doth he guest</div>
-<div class="verse">The whole day long. His subjects want not ease,</div>
-<div class="verse">Nor eat their messes joyless round their boards</div>
-<div class="verse">While he doth thrust aside the daintiest dish,</div>
-<div class="verse">Whose hardness doth the peasant’s crust exceed,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or bolts it down in tremulous haste and fear,</div>
-<div class="verse">Eyes trained for secret enemies. Who knows?</div>
-<div class="verse">Some sneak assassin’s steel may strike his heart,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or some rude bomb may rend the castle’s base</div>
-<div class="verse">But to attempt his life. God, save the king,</div>
-<div class="verse">That he may use his throne and sceptre right,</div>
-<div class="verse">And be not thus the nation’s trembling slave,</div>
-<div class="verse">But be its strongest power!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">AMBITION</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Ambition</span> is a man-of-war,</div>
-<div class="indent">And constant will her battery,</div>
-<div class="verse">Hard pressing down upon the foe</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon life’s wide and rolling sea.</div>
-<div class="verse">No sturdy coils nor clanking chains</div>
-<div class="indent">Can ever bind her to the shore;</div>
-<div class="verse">Through storm and tempest, wind and wave,</div>
-<div class="indent">She plows the waters o’er.</div>
-<div class="verse">There is no craft she’ll not engage,</div>
-<div class="indent">Nor cares how broad her bulk or mast,</div>
-<div class="verse">For she will buckle to her side</div>
-<div class="indent">And in the struggle win at last.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">KNOW THYSELF</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a key to every human life,</div>
-<div class="indent">A door to every human heart;</div>
-<div class="verse">And those who would our mysteries unbar</div>
-<div class="indent">Do but essay the locksmith’s art.</div>
-<div class="verse">Wise is the man who holds the keys that ope</div>
-<div class="indent">What hidden thoughts our souls possess,</div>
-<div class="verse">But he is still the wiser, nobler smith</div>
-<div class="indent">Who can unlock his own heart best.</div>
-</div></div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">How</span> can misfortune but a blessing be</div>
-<div class="indent">And slight mishaps be called unkind?</div>
-<div class="verse">Oft the lessons we learn in a single evil turn</div>
-<div class="indent">Are more than all success combined.</div>
-<div class="verse">If only we knew the lordly benisons</div>
-<div class="indent">That come from the tempest, the winds and the rain,</div>
-<div class="verse">We would not curse the cloud-reft heavens so,</div>
-<div class="indent">Nor the cavernous depths of earth profane.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">DECEIVING MAIDENS</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Ah</span>! triumph is a summer’s flower,</div>
-<div class="indent">And short-lived is success;</div>
-<div class="verse">Their petals fade but in an hour</div>
-<div class="indent">And wither into nothingness.</div>
-<div class="verse">Two blushing maidens fair are they,—</div>
-<div class="indent">The fairest of their kin,</div>
-<div class="verse">So skilled in the art of a lover’s ruse</div>
-<div class="indent">That we woo them, but rarely win.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SOLUTION</h3>
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-<p class="center"><i>To be, or not to be,—that is the question.</i>—<span class="smcap">Shakespeare.</span></p>
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-<div class="indent3"><span class="smcap">Why</span> should man struggle here?</div>
-<div class="verse">Is’t not the hope of something yet in life,</div>
-<div class="verse">Some great achievement, some heroic feat</div>
-<div class="verse">Which worth’ly succors to humanity,</div>
-<div class="verse">That lights the dimmed, expiring spark of life</div>
-<div class="verse">And bids us still seek in adversity</div>
-<div class="verse">The means to atone for all our erring past</div>
-<div class="verse">And strive to gain the haven of the blest,</div>
-<div class="verse">The soul’s most glorious prize,—that thing eterne?</div>
-<div class="verse">Cut off by one weak, frail, ’gainst-nature act,—</div>
-<div class="verse">By use of sword, or gun, or poisoned vial,—</div>
-<div class="verse">What hope exists the prize of life to win,</div>
-<div class="verse">When every means therefor is wrested ’way,</div>
-<div class="verse">And our life’s strength ebbs out in the warping clay?</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">A WOMAN’S HEART</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="indent6"><span class="smcap">What</span> mystery!</div>
-<div class="verse">It is to me a most strange questioning,</div>
-<div class="verse">That man would hold what hearts he captivates</div>
-<div class="verse">But for a little while,—then puffs them off,</div>
-<div class="verse">As one by one they in his estimation wane,</div>
-<div class="verse">And turns his mind to other victories,</div>
-<div class="verse">Nor ever cares how infinite they are,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, like the proud Atilla doth he stand,</div>
-<div class="verse">Who counts his victims captured by the sword,</div>
-<div class="verse">And then, with conquest filled, whets o’er his steel</div>
-<div class="verse">And, never sated, sighs for subjects more:</div>
-<div class="verse">Yet woman, with her heart so guileless true,</div>
-<div class="verse">Would hold but one, and him thereto she’d cling</div>
-<div class="verse">Through life or death, and keep her virgin soul,</div>
-<div class="verse">In memory of him, e’er spotless and unstained</div>
-<div class="verse">By taint of foreign love.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">LIFE’S MISSION</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Go</span>, seek your earthly mission, ye who toil,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Discern why God hath placed you here.</div>
-<div class="verse">Hide not the talent He hath given you</div>
-<div class="indent">For idle sloth or cowardly fear!</div>
-<div class="verse">Some worthy task but waits for each to do,</div>
-<div class="indent">To aid the world’s great work to-day;</div>
-<div class="verse">Put forth thy might upon life’s struggling field,</div>
-<div class="indent">And thou mayst bear the prize away!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE MAGNET</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> good alone are to be loved, adored,</div>
-<div class="indent">For they are pure</div>
-<div class="verse">And purity rather draws the eye of man</div>
-<div class="verse">Than smoky soot, which gums the evil soul</div>
-<div class="verse">And blacker grows until it doth beseem</div>
-<div class="verse">Grim Pluto’s loathsome pit, which oft did drive</div>
-<div class="verse">The Gods that dug’t away.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SWALLOW’S FLIGHT</h3>
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-<div class="indent6"><span class="smcap">O for</span> swift wings!</div>
-<div class="verse">O let me fly as are the swallows, free—</div>
-<div class="verse">Free from the toil and turmoil of the world!</div>
-<div class="verse">Let me away to some Elysian fields,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where I may sing the swallow’s lay. O joy!</div>
-<div class="verse">How heavenly to be flitting, nestling there,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where one might sing unto the ambrosial sun;</div>
-<div class="verse">Or stride her chariot, lined with fleecy clouds;</div>
-<div class="verse">Taste such delights as ne’er hath mortal known,</div>
-<div class="verse">From Hebe’s cup or Juno’s flowing bowl,</div>
-<div class="verse">For all eternity!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE POET’S REWARD</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A poor</span>, neglected poet once there lived,</div>
-<div class="indent">Who to the souls of millions sang;</div>
-<div class="verse">He cheered their hearts and eased their restless minds</div>
-<div class="indent">With ne’er discordant note nor twang.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet little of this world’s great goods he asked,</div>
-<div class="indent">And littler still thereof did gain.</div>
-<div class="verse">He left the world with joy and pleasure filled,</div>
-<div class="indent">But took its sorrow and its pain.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet I do know he labored not in vain,</div>
-<div class="indent">Though his reward to win was long,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For God above, in His great charity,</div>
-<div class="indent">Did make His angels sing his song.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Joy</span> to you, my pretty one!</div>
-<div class="verse">Fluffles, ruffles, all aglow,</div>
-<div class="verse">Heart a-beating two-four time,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Joy be yours, and joy be mine</div>
-<div class="verse">To see you joyous so.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Life to you be full of cheer</div>
-<div class="verse">In the love that you have found,</div>
-<div class="verse">Every smile that he doth shew</div>
-<div class="verse">Hath a meaning deep to you</div>
-<div class="verse">As it sheds its radiance ’round.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">May long annals bless your life,</div>
-<div class="verse">May you never fret or fume!</div>
-<div class="verse">May your joys be ever full,</div>
-<div class="verse">And his love no lesser dull</div>
-<div class="verse">Than its now most perfect bloom!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">NATURE’S CHEER</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, when I sigh and melancholy grow,</div>
-<div class="indent">And all my hopes turn brown and sere,</div>
-<div class="verse">It sends a thrill of gladness in my heart</div>
-<div class="indent">To think that we have nature here.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then in the fields I go a-roaming,</div>
-<div class="indent">And in the high topped woods a-play:</div>
-<div class="verse">Away with cares and melancholy now,</div>
-<div class="indent">I know I’d like to live alway.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The birds do sing me sweet songs from the trees,</div>
-<div class="indent">The bees and locusts hum their best.</div>
-<div class="verse">Oh, can high heaven top these pure Elysian charms,</div>
-<div class="indent">Can it be happier and more blest?</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then do I thank my dear Redeemer</div>
-<div class="indent">That he hath giv’n this world of ours,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where we may seek our souls’ full consolation</div>
-<div class="indent">In realms of birds, and trees, and flowers.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE WAR ETERNAL</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> strife of man will ne’er be over,</div>
-<div class="indent">Though all earth’s wars be gone</div>
-<div class="verse">And countless soldiers have departed</div>
-<div class="indent">Unto the farther on,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For life’s array must e’er be posing</div>
-<div class="indent">Against the wiles of sin,</div>
-<div class="verse">The devil and his mighty legions</div>
-<div class="indent">Who strive the world to win.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valor</div>
-<div class="indent">Which wins the cov’ted prize;</div>
-<div class="verse">’Tis only love and perfect service</div>
-<div class="indent">That crowns us in the skies.</div>
-<div class="verse">Within the distance arms are clashing</div>
-<div class="indent">And fresh blood mars the sod,—</div>
-<div class="verse">’Tis but the war of good and evil</div>
-<div class="indent">On battlefields of God.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,</div>
-<div class="indent">For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;</div>
-<div class="verse">With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,</div>
-<div class="indent">We battle not alone.</div>
-<div class="verse">Go press amidst the foremost legion</div>
-<div class="indent">Which marches on before;</div>
-<div class="verse">Go draw thy sword against the evil one;</div>
-<div class="indent">Prove thou a victor in the war!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">ANGEL MUSIC</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, I hear the sweetest music</div>
-<div class="indent">Floating on the liquid air,</div>
-<div class="verse">And my mind is lost in fancy—</div>
-<div class="indent">’Tis my loved one sitting there.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then I gaze upon her tresses,</div>
-<div class="indent">Dream of fairy lands,</div>
-<div class="verse">’Neath the spell of angel music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Joyous thoughts dispel my sadness;</div>
-<div class="indent">All is joy and mirthsome glee</div>
-<div class="verse">As her fingers touch the heart notes</div>
-<div class="indent">With enraptured minstrelsy;</div>
-<div class="verse">And the earth is more a heaven</div>
-<div class="indent">Than a barren, struggling strand,</div>
-<div class="verse">’Neath the strains of angel music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then she glides to notes of sadness,</div>
-<div class="indent">And my heart is struck with pain</div>
-<div class="verse">As she plays some touching ballad</div>
-<div class="indent">Or o’er some pathetic strain.</div>
-<div class="verse">Yet the tears I shed are glad ones,</div>
-<div class="indent">And I know she understands</div>
-<div class="verse">That I am happy in the music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>
-<div class="verse">Thus she runs the gamut over,</div>
-<div class="indent">Swaying ceaseless to and fro</div>
-<div class="verse">Till my heart is tuned and chorded</div>
-<div class="indent">To the love that makes us glow:</div>
-<div class="verse">Yes, she knows my heart is tempered,</div>
-<div class="indent">Trebly lost in love’s demands,</div>
-<div class="verse">In the charm of angel music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Thus our hearts are sealed in union</div>
-<div class="indent">In those joyous strains of love,</div>
-<div class="verse">And I hard can wait the closing</div>
-<div class="indent">My unbounded love to prove:</div>
-<div class="verse">For I wait to clasp her in my arms</div>
-<div class="indent">And a kiss—to make demands,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Small payment for that heavenly music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THREE NAMES</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A bird</span>, a child, and a bed of purple flowers,</div>
-<div class="indent">I found in a garden so green and so bright.</div>
-<div class="verse">With gentle step to them I moved and spoke,—</div>
-<div class="indent">All three did tremble at my sight.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh, come to me, my pretty little flowers;</div>
-<div class="indent">And please, please breathe your name to me.</div>
-<div class="verse">I want to know you better than I do;</div>
-<div class="indent">I think we should not strangers be.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh, come to me, my pretty blue-eyed child,</div>
-<div class="indent">And lisp thine own sweet name to me;</div>
-<div class="verse">Thy golden ringlets and thine angel smiles</div>
-<div class="indent">Deserve a greater blazonry.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh, come to me, my pretty caged bird,</div>
-<div class="indent">And sing thy name in thy song to me;</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou sing’st the sweetest songs I ever heard,</div>
-<div class="indent">But I’d know more than that of thee.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">So one by one each gave her secret up</div>
-<div class="indent">With a confidence I felt was true.</div>
-<div class="verse">The flowers breathed violet; the child spoke the same;</div>
-<div class="indent">And the bird thereat sang violet too.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SMILES OF TRUTH</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, give to me the simple heart</div>
-<div class="indent">Where there is meaning in its smile,—</div>
-<div class="verse">The heart that proves ’twould do me good</div>
-<div class="indent">Without a thought of fraud or guile.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Those are the smiles that glad my soul</div>
-<div class="indent">’Bove all glad things on earth I know;</div>
-<div class="verse">They give me faith in friendship yet,</div>
-<div class="indent">When all the world seems false in show.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh, give to me the simple heart</div>
-<div class="indent">Whose smiles have depth without an end,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Those are the smiles that beam from God</div>
-<div class="indent">And make our souls to heaven tend.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">A TOKEN</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Our</span> land’s first lady’s in her grave. She lives</div>
-<div class="indent">Far from the tumult of the world,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where those great deeds of love wreck not the health,</div>
-<div class="indent">But are in tomes of gold impearled.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">A noble sacrifice to life she made,</div>
-<div class="indent">Wherein her tasks outdid her strength.</div>
-<div class="verse">What pity, then, that she must leave so soon,</div>
-<div class="indent">Ere that her life had reached its length.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">A gracious mother and a loyal wife,</div>
-<div class="indent">Cherished by all both far and near,</div>
-<div class="verse">Let her rare life shine o’er our weeping land;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let her great name be ever dear!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Dear President! With thee a nation mourns</div>
-<div class="indent">And sheds kind teardrops on her bier,</div>
-<div class="verse">For thou hast lost the goodliest wife of earth</div>
-<div class="indent">And art left ’lone, disconsolate, here.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE PIRATE ANT</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, see her bear her heavy burden,</div>
-<div class="indent">Undaunted ’gainst the stirring breeze;</div>
-<div class="verse">The cordlet quakes and tremulous shakes</div>
-<div class="indent">As the antlet quivers with the trees.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet still she keeps on plodding onward,</div>
-<div class="indent">So light in heart and free of limb;</div>
-<div class="verse">Muscling in her arms a captured fly,</div>
-<div class="indent">She sails,—a pirate maritime.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O toil most great,—O distance infinite!</div>
-<div class="indent">From tree to tree the cord is strung,</div>
-<div class="verse">But naught dissuades the plucky ant</div>
-<div class="indent">Who rides the rope the trees among.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Heave ho! the wind is rising higher,</div>
-<div class="indent">And thief and prey are almost gone;</div>
-<div class="verse">But stark she clingeth to the mast</div>
-<div class="indent">And bears her priceless booty home.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Thus let men lesson from the tiny ant</div>
-<div class="indent">Who doth unwearied to her task bend;</div>
-<div class="verse">No toil too great, no task too long,</div>
-<div class="indent">But she doth nobly bring’t to end!</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">SKINKER ROAD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-<p class="center">Skinker Road was chosen as the Midway of the World’s
-Fair held in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1904.</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O Skinker</span> Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">The highway of the pioneers,</div>
-<div class="indent2">The “Midway” of the World’s Fair place,</div>
-<div class="indent">The choicest of the chosen few,—</div>
-<div class="indent2">By thy rustic beauty wast thou crowned;</div>
-<div class="indent">But now I hear the beat of toiling feet</div>
-<div class="indent2">That raise thy fabrics round.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">Great mighty men have passed thee o’er</div>
-<div class="indent2">In old Missouri’s earlier days.</div>
-<div class="indent">Thy name be of the pioneer</div>
-<div class="indent2">Who first thy charming highway laid,</div>
-<div class="indent">And gave thy name to be known of fame</div>
-<div class="indent2">By a world’s unparalleled parade.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">How soon shall all thy beauty fade</div>
-<div class="indent2">To fit thee for thy coming days!</div>
-<div class="indent">The hand of progress soon shall snatch</div>
-<div class="indent2">The trees that hang thy grasses o’er,</div>
-<div class="indent">And thy winding lane shall bear in train</div>
-<div class="indent2">Advancement’s fruitful store.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span>
-<div class="indent">O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">All tongues on earth shall speak thy name,</div>
-<div class="indent2">All races there meet face to face.</div>
-<div class="indent">Once wast thou highway of the pioneers</div>
-<div class="indent2">In the rugged days of toil and war,</div>
-<div class="indent">But now the lane of a world-wide fame,</div>
-<div class="indent2">The “Midway” of the Fair.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>
-<h2 class="nobreak">HUMOR</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span>
-<h3 class="nobreak">HIS LEGACY</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> lavish legacy of Frank Legree</div>
-<div class="indent">No doubt is sorrowing him yet;</div>
-<div class="verse">For once he owned a million francs in gold,</div>
-<div class="indent">But now he owes a million debt.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">When first he eyed his huge inheritance</div>
-<div class="indent">His uncle left to him in fee,</div>
-<div class="verse">He smiled to see himself a millionaire,</div>
-<div class="indent">And moved in best society.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He built a tomb for his dear uncle then,</div>
-<div class="indent">And epitaphed him “grand old man,”</div>
-<div class="verse">Though in his life he had ne’er thought of him</div>
-<div class="indent">And liked him better dead than—</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Alive. So then he called his friends around,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Patrons of wine and song and ease;</div>
-<div class="verse">Mild drinks did make him thirst for stronger gins,</div>
-<div class="indent">And small jags grew protracted sprees.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He squandered thousands on the race course;</div>
-<div class="indent">In dice he lost at every throw;</div>
-<div class="verse">He scattered change like oatmeal fed to chickens;</div>
-<div class="indent">His pile soon melted down like snow—</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>
-<div class="verse">In July. His banker sent a gentle invitation</div>
-<div class="indent">To straighten his o’erdrawn account.</div>
-<div class="verse">He did. He sent a bullet in his brain</div>
-<div class="indent">And never stopped to ask the amount.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The lavish legacy of Frank Legree</div>
-<div class="indent">No doubt is sorrowing him yet;</div>
-<div class="verse">Lieu of an earthly million francs in gold,</div>
-<div class="indent">He’s serving time for soul lost debt.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE WORD MISSPELLED</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent"><span class="smcap">Whene’er</span> you miss</div>
-<div class="indent">A field of bliss,</div>
-<div class="verse">It is not half so bad</div>
-<div class="indent">As to presume</div>
-<div class="indent">Your words are known,</div>
-<div class="verse">When you but thought you had.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">When you’ve planned up</div>
-<div class="indent">A good stand up,</div>
-<div class="verse">And fall to the other end,</div>
-<div class="indent">It brings aroun’</div>
-<div class="indent">A funny frown</div>
-<div class="verse">Which judgment cannot mend.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">Your playmates’ laugh</div>
-<div class="indent">Is only half</div>
-<div class="verse">The ugliness you feel;</div>
-<div class="indent">You’d kick yourself</div>
-<div class="indent">Like the Ghib the Guelf</div>
-<div class="verse">If that the pang would heal.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">So boys, I say,</div>
-<div class="indent">Study away</div>
-<div class="verse">And ever strive your best,</div>
-<div class="indent">So you’ll be glad</div>
-<div class="indent">Instead of sad,</div>
-<div class="verse">And keep your level with the rest.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE NABOB’S PRIDE</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">I passed</span> him in his high-born mansion oft,</div>
-<div class="indent">And lo! he would not speak to me,</div>
-<div class="verse">For I was born of humble parentage</div>
-<div class="indent">And my fortune lacked his dignity.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The days rolled by. We often met in face</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon the highway of our town;</div>
-<div class="verse">I hoped to see him cast a smile on me,</div>
-<div class="indent">But only reaped a scowling frown.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I clenched my fist, and silent passed him by</div>
-<div class="indent">With words—perhaps revenge or spite;</div>
-<div class="verse">But they breathed inspiration to my soul</div>
-<div class="indent">To strive and set our scores aright.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">With such thought buried in mine aching breast,</div>
-<div class="indent">I labored ceaseless at my task;</div>
-<div class="verse">And saw my fortunes not unenvied rise</div>
-<div class="indent">Until no greater could I ask.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But what of him? In some far distant place,</div>
-<div class="indent">Again as oft we chanced to meet.</div>
-<div class="verse">His wealth had flown, while mine tenfold had grown,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Foul luck had made him indiscreet.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>
-<div class="verse">I picked him from the gutter,—a sorry sight,</div>
-<div class="indent">Reeling with wine, and sick and sore:</div>
-<div class="verse">And as I passed a snug goldpiece, he said,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Beg pard’, that I knew you not before.”</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">HUERTA’S DRINKING SONG</h3>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">On the day of the siege of Vera Cruz.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Be</span> merry, let us drink wine,</div>
-<div class="indent">And sip, sip, sip;</div>
-<div class="indent">Full soon the days shall slip,</div>
-<div class="indent">Gray hairs shall catch us,</div>
-<div class="indent">Grim death will dispatch us</div>
-<div class="indent">Long ere our pleasures be full.</div>
-<div class="indent">Let not the soul be dull,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be merry, let us drink wine,</div>
-<div class="indent">And quaff, quaff, quaff;</div>
-<div class="indent">Loud ring your cheering laugh,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Care we for Gringos?</div>
-<div class="indent">Let ’em come, by Jingos!</div>
-<div class="indent">Ne’er fear that all will be well,</div>
-<div class="indent">We’ll lick ’em spite of hell,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak"><i>HOCH DER KAISER</i></h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><i>Hoch der Kaiser!</i> How he slapped his son,</div>
-<div class="indent">When he saw the war begin!</div>
-<div class="verse">Spoke the Kaiser in his wrath to the crown prince,</div>
-<div class="indent">“What an awful mess you’ve got me in!”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Squads of Russians, French, and Englishmen,</div>
-<div class="indent">Swords a-tilt to quell us all;</div>
-<div class="verse">Couldn’t you wait until we had grown stronger,</div>
-<div class="indent">With more men and guns on which to fall?</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“I’ll not say that I am so displeased,</div>
-<div class="indent">That you’ve laid Mar’s spirit bare,—</div>
-<div class="verse">’Tis the will of every noble Deutscher,—</div>
-<div class="indent">But you should ’a used much greater care.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Now we’ve got to battle,—we’re in for war!</div>
-<div class="indent">But I guess I’ll let you fight.</div>
-<div class="verse">’Sides, it’s just as good a time as any</div>
-<div class="indent">Just to show them all our might.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Let the drum beat to its martial tune;</div>
-<div class="indent">Strike <i>Wacht am Rhein</i> and let’s begin;</div>
-<div class="verse">Austria’s aid will go to help us some,</div>
-<div class="indent">So I guess we’ll now stay in.”</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">A MASH IN COURT</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A bashful</span>, blushing maiden fair it was</div>
-<div class="indent">Who to the altar bent her way,</div>
-<div class="verse">A-trembling on her future spouse’s arm,</div>
-<div class="indent">To Justice Rome Van Rennsler Day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The judge looked through his nose-pinched specs and smiled,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Ah, ha! Two dollars for a fee.”</div>
-<div class="verse">Then when the ceremony was over, rose,</div>
-<div class="indent">“I guess I’ll kiss the bride,” says he.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The groom was game, and led the justice down</div>
-<div class="indent">To where the wedding party sat;</div>
-<div class="verse">But law! the judge was really so excited</div>
-<div class="indent">He didn’t know just where he was at.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But on he stumbled, and the groom cried out,</div>
-<div class="indent">“You’re making it fine, so hurry on.”</div>
-<div class="verse">The bride just flinched and turned her pretty head,</div>
-<div class="indent">While the judge picked out a dress of lawn.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Our blushing bride had worn a crepe de chene,—</div>
-<div class="indent">The bride’s maid a lawn did grace,—</div>
-<div class="verse">But the judge seized on the first he came to there,</div>
-<div class="indent">And planted a smack on her ruby face.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>
-<div class="verse">“Why, what’s the matter?” all the guests did cry,</div>
-<div class="indent">As the lawn flew through the questioning throng.</div>
-<div class="verse">Alas! the judge had kissed the maid instead,</div>
-<div class="indent">And the dad-blamed kiss went wrong.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Now what could the poor excited justice do?</div>
-<div class="indent">The first kiss for the bride was lost—</div>
-<div class="verse">“Impertinence! How dare you?” the maid did scream.</div>
-<div class="indent">“I’ll get you arrested at any cost.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The bride got angry, too, at such a muddle,</div>
-<div class="indent">And said she’d aid the maid for spite—</div>
-<div class="verse">But what was the legal remedy, I ask;</div>
-<div class="indent">For the judge couldn’t pull himself by right?</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">HIS SEARCH FOR GOLD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">He</span> came down from the Klondike</div>
-<div class="indent">Brief days ago,</div>
-<div class="verse">Bowed down by tribulations,</div>
-<div class="indent">Weighted with human woe,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Where he had cast his fortune</div>
-<div class="indent">’Mid fields of ice and snow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He left his friends and kinsmen</div>
-<div class="indent">And a happy home</div>
-<div class="verse">To fill his life with that adventure</div>
-<div class="indent">Told of in a Wild West tome,</div>
-<div class="verse">But wandered unsuccessfully</div>
-<div class="indent">From Yukon to Cape Nome.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He searched the fields of Yukon</div>
-<div class="indent">With few supplies,</div>
-<div class="verse">And camped beside its shallows</div>
-<div class="indent">Where little Yukons rise,</div>
-<div class="verse">But missed that mine of nuggets</div>
-<div class="indent">Which in that gold field lies.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He tramped amid the mountains</div>
-<div class="indent">From Spring till Fall,</div>
-<div class="verse">He strode the great crevasses</div>
-<div class="indent">And crossed the rivers all,</div>
-<div class="verse">The wealth he sought was spacious</div>
-<div class="indent">But what he got was small.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>
-<div class="verse">He drank the wines of Dawson</div>
-<div class="indent">And Behring’s Strait,</div>
-<div class="verse">And stronger drinks did capture him</div>
-<div class="indent">In camp on White Horse Lake;</div>
-<div class="verse">He cursed the luck that sent him thither</div>
-<div class="indent">A deep inebriate.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He felt the pangs of hunger</div>
-<div class="indent">And northern cold,</div>
-<div class="verse">As oft his comrades perished</div>
-<div class="indent">Around the camp fires’ mold</div>
-<div class="verse">And false guides led them to destruction</div>
-<div class="indent">In their search for Yukon gold.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He came down from the Klondike</div>
-<div class="indent">Brief days before,</div>
-<div class="verse">Bearing the resolution,</div>
-<div class="indent">Tested and tried of yore,</div>
-<div class="verse">To earn a humble living</div>
-<div class="indent">And search for gold no more.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<div class="transnote">
-<p class="ph1">TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:</p>
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-<p>The cover image for this eBook was created by the transcriber and is entered into the public domain.</p>
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-The Project Gutenberg eBook of The sinking of the Titanic, and other
-poems, by C. Victor Stahl
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-Title: The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems
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-Author: C. Victor Stahl
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-Release Date: January 10, 2023 [eBook #69761]
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-Language: English
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-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC,
-AND OTHER POEMS ***
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-
-  The Sinking of the Titanic
-  AND OTHER POEMS
-
-  BY
-  C. VICTOR STAHL
-  Author of “Zorabella,” etc.
-
-  [Illustration]
-
-  BOSTON
-  SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
-  1915
-
-
-
-
-  COPYRIGHT, 1915
-  SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY
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-  THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC         1
-  INSPIRATION                        4
-  SPRING BALLAD                      5
-  THE SPIRIT OF WAR                  8
-  THE FLOWERETS’ COMMUNION          10
-  THE RIDDLE OF LIFE                12
-  COLUMBIA’S FLAG                   13
-  THE BAR OF SCIENCE                14
-  THE CHORD UNSUNG                  16
-  THE OASIS                         17
-  PUSH ONWARD                       18
-  SING IT                           19
-  THE ORIOLE                        20
-  SMILES AND TEARS                  21
-  BE STRONG                         22
-  THE CHILDREN’S DREAM              23
-  TO POPE PIUS X                    25
-  ENMITY                            26
-  WHY GRIEVE?                       27
-  THE TOLL OF MAJESTY               28
-  AMBITION                          29
-  KNOW THYSELF                      30
-  BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE             31
-  DECEIVING MAIDENS                 32
-  THE SOLUTION                      33
-  A WOMAN’S HEART                   34
-  LIFE’S MISSION                    35
-  THE MAGNET                        36
-  THE SWALLOW’S FLIGHT              37
-  THE POET’S REWARD                 38
-  THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION           39
-  NATURE’S CHEER                    40
-  THE WAR ETERNAL                   41
-  ANGEL MUSIC                       42
-  THREE NAMES                       44
-  THE SMILES OF TRUTH               45
-  A TOKEN                           46
-  THE PIRATE ANT                    47
-  SKINKER ROAD                      48
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-  HIS LEGACY                        53
-  THE WORD MISSPELLED               55
-  THE NABOB’S PRIDE                 56
-  HUERTA’S DRINKING SONG            58
-  _Hoch der Kaiser_                 59
-  A MASH IN COURT                   60
-  HIS SEARCH FOR GOLD               62
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-THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC AND OTHER POEMS
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-THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC
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-  Oh, Titan was her gorgeous armament
-    And Titan was her sail and crew;
-  A thing of pride to sweep the surging tide
-    And laugh to scorn the perilous blue.
-  Yet let us weep not for her treasured hulk
-    That sank leagues deep into the sea,
-  But for the toll of ill-starred voyagers
-    Who rode her to eternity.
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-  I see the glory of that primal hour
-    When first her beams did breast the wave,--
-  Yea, owner, builder, seaman’s eyes did sparkle
-    As did the sea her huge side lave:--
-  How zealously the elite madly rushed
-    To trust their passage in her care,
-  To boast their presence on the maiden trip
-    Of that leviathan so rare.
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-  She sailed.--The sky gleamed bright and azure clear,
-    The waves lashed gently at her side,
-  The moon that night shone down auspiciously
-    Upon that ship of gorgeous pride.
-  Her engines tore in frenzy o’er and o’er,
-    Her powerful shafts did heave and quake,
-  As loud and clear her captain’s voice rang out,
-    “Speed on! Fear not the iceberg’s brake.”
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-  Ahead there floundered in the chilly sea
-    A huge and bristling wall of ice.
-  “What shall we do?” her helmsman tremulously cried.
-    Word came, “Let’s cleave it in a trice,”
-  Whereat the mighty engines creaked and strained
-    And madly sped the Titan hulk.
-  Ne’er moved nor stirred the ocean’s icy berg,
-    But braced against her speeding bulk.
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-  “Dost thou defy me, master of the sea,
-    Thou untried artifice of man?
-  I’ll show thee, then, whose is the stronger hand,
-    For mine was here e’er thine began.”
-  Crash! Crash! The waters rushed. The ship’s side heaved.
-    The ponderous engines ceased to throb,
-  And there above the darkening drawbridge cried
-    A thousand souls in fear to God.
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-  From peaceful slumbers wildly they uprose,
-    From games of whist, from dance and wine.
-  “Can it be so?” they cried in anguished pride--
-    “So sinking in the icy brine?”
-  But ah! alas! the hand of death hung o’er.
-    Alas for captain, ship and crew!
-  In headstrong haste they’d left the boats behind
-    That save men from the watery blue.
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-  “Let there be women saved, and they alone!”
-    Rose up like steel the chivalrous cry,
-  While gallant men stood on the slippery deck
-    And brave resolved themselves to die.
-  Then solemn strains rose from the engulfing main,
-    “Nearer my God,” they sang, “to Thee,”
-  Till all that was left of the Titan’s envied hulk
-    Was a billowy gurgle in the sea.
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-  Alas for man! Alas for vaunting boast!
-    Which seeks to conquer the fate of the sea,
-  Essays to raise proud hulks of iron and steel
-    And laugh to scorn God’s mastery!
-  Thus from their watery grave he lifts his voice;
-    “None tempt my power by craft malign.
-  Lo! all shall cleave unto the common end,
-    And none shall stand but I, divine!”
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-INSPIRATION
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-  Proud child of fortune, smile on thy better hope!
-  Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!
-  Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steep
-  Which thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will--
-  That magic wand of every earthly deed,
-  The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones--
-  And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,
-  If thou but claim’st it!
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-SPRING BALLAD
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-  Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?
-  Why hast thou not come sooner to me?
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long while
-  Thy merry, rollicksome face to see.
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-  Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?
-  Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,
-  And flutter thy magical wand high over all.
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-  But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,
-  Never so bright and never so gay.
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the air
-  For thine inauguration day.
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-  Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,
-  All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowers
-  And see the green trees before thee to bow.
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-  The robins have come from their faraway home,
-  And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skies
-  That they may encore thine orchestral train.
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-  March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,
-  And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,--
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowers
-  And nature but waits for June time so fair.
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-  Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,
-  A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,--
-      Goddess of mirth,
-      Gay queen of the earth,
-  I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long while
-  To see thee return when again I shall call.
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-THE SPIRIT OF WAR
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-  Ho! ho! I come in fury as the storm
-    And seek earth’s nations east and west.
-  I breathe the breath of fire within them all,
-    And lure to arms the proud’st and best.
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-  I swoop down on their gilded palaces,
-    And shake the monarchs of the world;
-  I rouse them from their cots of peace and ease
-    And set their boasting flags unfurled.
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-  Upon the doors of happy homes I knock,
-    And men of valor do I call
-  To take the stand against their fellowmen,
-    To spill their blood and spill it all.
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-  I wend my flight to peaceful, quiet fields
-    Where tillers ever tireless toil;
-  I bid them leave their plows and homes behind,
-    And steel themselves with arms of spoil.
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-  Then nursing babes at mothers’ breasts I touch,
-    For loud their fathers do I call;
-  I reck not of their mothers’ tear-stained eyes
-    When those do in the battle fall.
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-  I sweep o’er peaceful cities great and strong,
-    Whose towers outtop the blue-ribbed sky;
-  I give the word to grind out shot and shell
-    Until they lowly, humble lie.
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-  The mighty nations to my wings I call,--
-    A hundred million men of war
-  To struggle helpless ’gainst the sword of death,--
-    Beneath my spell they fallen are.
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-  O’er Asia’s strand I spread mine eaglet wings,
-    O’er Austria, England, France and Spain;
-  Then do I touch Japan and Mexico,
-    Then back to Europe’s soil again.
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-  My maw is ever empty for their blood,
-    “On! on!” I cry for newer prey;
-  My master Mars doth urge me take the field
-    Myself to slaughter and to slay.
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-  Away with peace and arbitration’s hand,
-    ’Neath whose pale spell I envious quake:
-  They only dare to cross my boist’rous path;
-    Them can I never bend nor break.
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-  But on I go, and when my wreak is o’er
-    And Mars requites me for my pain,
-  To war’s dead corps and sepulchres I cry:
-    “Great God, what fools have mortals been!”
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-THE FLOWERETS’ COMMUNION
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-  There is a solitary hillside,
-    Where flow’rets, blooming gay,
-  Have watched the sky with eager pride
-    From dawn till close of day.
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-  No wand’ring stranger do they see,
-    Who treads that silent place,
-  To look upon their majesty
-    Or view their radiant face.
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-  But yet, unplaintive, do they bloom
-    And smile out ’gainst the sky,--
-  From them the birds do take their song
-    And bees their honey ply.
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-  Then come the little sunbeams fair,
-    Leaping o’er the crumbled wall,
-  And gayly dancing here and there
-    Spring at the flow’rets’ call.
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-  Then sweet communion do they hold,
-    The flowers and sunbeams there;
-  The sunbeams stoop to plant their lips
-    Upon the flow’rets fair.
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-  They breathe into the sunbeams life
-    To trip athwart the plain,
-  To sparkle in their dazzling revelries
-    And round and round again.
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-  Glad Hymen joins them there ’neath heaven
-    And seals them with her love:
-  And as the issue of their amity,
-    Joy rings to heaven above.
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-  O ye who in earth’s lonely vales
-    Do struggling, plaintive go,
-  Think not thine humble merits less
-    Than in the world’s bright glow.
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-  And ye who are most lonesome, sore,
-    Do not despairing wend,--
-  For every flower there darts a sunbeam fair,
-    For every soul, a helping friend.
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-THE RIDDLE OF LIFE
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-  Oh, what a weak, sporadic thing is man,
-    Burst forth upon life’s troublous sea!
-  Unasked he comes, unwished therefrom he goes,--
-    Oh, whither is his destiny?
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-  I put my riddle to the flying breeze
-    That flurried past with airy wing;
-  My words were borne back on the fleecy clouds
-    Who laughed to scorn my questioning.
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-  I asked it of the lordful mountain peak
-    Who lays his hoar face to the sky;
-  He only shrugged his Atlan shoulders bare,
-    And answered me a mournful sigh.
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-  I plied it to the deep and surging sea
-    Where myriads slept in her watery grave;
-  She roared and spumed, and splashed her surges higher,
-    And answer none to me she gave.
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-  Then to the heavens with upturned face I gazed,
-    And reverent asked my God in prayer;
-  A still, small voice breathed back to me in love,
-    “Wait, child; thou shalt know better there.”
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-COLUMBIA’S FLAG
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-  Let’s raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds
-    And hoist her colors in the skies;
-  Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;
-    Let never a foe upon her rise!
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-  Let’s wear her emblem proudly on our breasts;
-    Let’s steel our hearts with valor true.
-  As long as she doth guard our liberty
-    With the tints of the red, white and blue!
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-  Whether in peace or in the battle’s roar,
-    Be she the guardian of our soil!
-  Spare not our lives to save our country’s hearth;
-    Shirk not the havoc and the toil!
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-  Dear flag, thou emblem of a nation’s pride,
-    Sail proudly o’er the scattered main,
-  And gather all Columbia’s sons to thee,
-    That never may our freedom wane!
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-  Go raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds,
-    And hoist her colors in the skies!
-  Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;
-    Let never a foe upon her rise!
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-THE BAR OF SCIENCE
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-            Who thwarts thy will?
-  O Science, who can stop thine onward sweep,
-  Or lay a bar ’fore thine ambitious ways?
-  Oh, who will fling the gauntlet down to thee
-  And dare estop thee in thy feats of skill
-  That thou so bold perform’st? None, none of man,
-  But God alone. He knows what mysteries
-  To scuttle from thy sight.
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-            Were’t not for Him,
-  Thou would’st unmine the whole great globe of man;
-  Draw figures o’er the moon’s frail, verdant map;
-  Bind all the planets to our earth’s great orb;
-  And, cooling, freeze the sun’s most torrid heat,
-  Or give it greater fire. Thou’d’st chain the thunderbolt;
-  Catch heaven’s lightning in thine own great leash
-  For man’s devising smiths.
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-            But let us praise thee
-  For what thy dare-all, do-all skill hath wrought
-  On earth alone. Thou’st built the flying planes,
-  The heaving ships--dark instruments of war;
-  Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,
-  The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,
-  The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,--
-  But naught ’gainst God’s great will.
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-            For thou’st not reached
-  Where thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,
-  For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,
-  That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.
-  Yea, yea, with all thy vaunted boast of power,
-  Thou canst not His great’st handiwork outdo,--
-  Thou canst not e’er make man!
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-THE CHORD UNSUNG
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-  O let me on some mystic height above
-    Compose, my soul, a perfect lay!
-  O let me rise and ever onward rise
-    Unto the fairest, perfect day!
-  My heart doth swell with sweet, concordant tones,
-    And I would fain burst out in song;
-  But my weak soul can never rise the height
-    Where such Æolian strains belong.
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-  Oft have I sat upon the seashore’s strand
-    And strung my proud harp to the wave,
-  While the billows rolled in splendor at my feet
-    And the salt sea did my cushion lave.
-  Then struck I out upon the surging tide
-    My sweetest notes of harp and wand,--
-  But my weak themes fell most far short the minstrelsy
-    Of those celestial strains beyond.
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-THE OASIS
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-  O what mild ease these shadowy palms afford,--
-  The luscious figs, the palate tempting nuts,
-  The babbling rill, from whose unending source
-  Such cooling water gushes forth that it would quench
-  Ten thousand Stygian thirsts. What rarest joy!
-  What soft retreat is here! No flatt’ring court,
-  No vain and idle pomp beneath whose flow’ry hand
-  The vip’rous serpent creeps unseen!
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-PUSH ONWARD
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-  No matter if your heart be weary,
-  No matter if your hopes be dreary;
-  Through an avalanche of hopes, and fears, and ills,
-  And stubborn critics, and harsh opposing wills,--
-    Push onward; you will win at last!
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-  No use to say you are defeated,--
-  You’ve fought too far to be retreated;
-  For you ahead a rose wreathed laurel lies,
-  Accomplished hopes and victory’s valiant prize,--
-    Push onward; you will win at last!
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-  O soul of man, most burden laden,
-  Know thou that fortune stands, a coyish maiden
-  Who hides beneath her frowns that wished-for smile
-  She waits to shower on you just all the while,--
-    Push onward; you will win at last!
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-SING IT
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-  If you’ve a good song to be sung,--
-  A song of laughter or of rollicking cheer
-  To rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,
-  A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cup
-  And turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,--
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-  If you’ve a good song to be sung,--
-  What matters how untuned your lyre may be,
-  What matters that it rings discordantly,
-  Only that your heart is welling o’er
-  With joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,--
-                    Sing it!
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-THE ORIOLE
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-  Bird of thy pretty plumage, thou
-    Art thou no prouder than the crow?
-  If thou wert human, thou’dst surely be,--
-    Men’s envious ways would make thee so,
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-  But ’tis much better as thou art;
-    Then art thou naught but satisfied,--
-  Thou feel’st no pain, nor aching heart;
-    Thou hast no want, nor blinding pride.
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-SMILES AND TEARS
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-  O that these precious smiles we smile to-day
-  Were always smiles,--could last for aye and aye;
-  But ah! too soon the golden bowl will break,
-  And erst glad hearts shall then with sorrow quake.
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-  Alas! that such dark clouds hide ’neath the sun
-  T’obscure him e’en before his race is done;
-  But ’tis most true,--a truth too sad to say,--
-  That we who smile, shall never smile alway.
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-BE STRONG
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-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    And rise to triumph through thy will;
-  Yea, drive the conquering tempter from thy soul
-    That he may do to thee no ill.
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-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    Let virtue’s sceptre guide thy hand;
-  From morn till night, from night till morn, do thou
-    Undaunted ’gainst brute evil stand.
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-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    Grip steadily to that noble task
-  To fight the want that argues in thy soul
-    To let each sinning be the last.
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-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    Not for thyself alone possess,
-  But let thy valiant trophies be a sign
-    Breathing valor in thy brother’s breast.
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-  Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!
-    In mind and soul, in heart and brain.
-  Thou hast no loss, brave man, in combating,
-    But lo! thou hast the world to gain.
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-THE CHILDREN’S DREAM
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-  Fast, fast asleep,--done are their earthly cares;
-    To realms of dreamland now they go,
-  Where sprightly elves and long beard goblins gay
-    Do dance around on light tiptoe.
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-  Anon an elf doth stretch her silvery wand,
-    Made of the moonbeams bright and fair,
-  And lo! they ’gin their dreams of beauteous things
-    As she touches their soft downy hair.
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-  The curtains of Nod are drawn aside,
-    And there is the fairies’ room,--
-  Gold tinseled Christmas trees, and dolls and toys,
-    Bright picture books and flowers in bloom.
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-  Oases of delight! O blissful hours!
-    O happy, wished-for fairyland,
-  Where they may live in dreams the whole night long,
-    And hold communion with the elfish band.
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-  Then to new joys they waken on the morrow,
-    From realms of dreams to realms of play.
-  O feasts of joys! Fairies’ fancies charm by night,
-    And real toys ’rapture them by day.
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-  O to be a laughing child again tonight,--
-    Forever is the grown folk’s prayer,--
-  That our dreams be all of pleasures and of joys,
-    And our waking hours still find them there!
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-TO POPE PIUS X
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-  O ill-starred Pope! From thee all power was reft
-    To quell the slaughter of earth’s men.
-  Alone thou grieved’st their needless sufferings,
-    And racking qualms beyond all mortal ken.
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-  Pontiff Supreme! Blest be thy reverent name
-    Who wroughtst great tasks most holily,
-  But couldst not make men think the thoughts of peace
-    When they in blood were steeped so mightily.
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-  In ancient days thy predecessors swayed
-    The power earth’s horrid wars to quell,
-  But ah, alas! their might is but remembrance dim,
-    And now brute arms their triumphs tell.
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-  O mighty monarchs! Yours, yours is the blame
-    That we have holy Pius lost,
-  For ye have stirred the wars that racked his frame,
-    And his great life is now th’atoning cost.
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-ENMITY
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-  Say, of what mortal use is enmity?
-  Hast thou not seen two midget ants in strife,
-  Contending o’er the petal in the vale,--
-  See how they toil and sweat, and struggle long,
-  And tumble zig-zag down the hilly slope,
-  And e’en do totter on the streamlet’s edge,
-  Until at length one Lilliput doth win
-  By one great stroke, when lo! a sudden gale
-  Doth whisk its great nose down the hilltop’s side,
-  And puffs the victor and the prize away.
-  So oft the giant world wrests from our grasp
-  The things we seek in tedious rivalry;
-  And like the foolish little ants a-tilt,
-  Great Justice ’bove, who loathes such noxious strife,
-  Doth make us lose the prize we strove to gain,
-  And to defeat doth add discomfiture.
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-WHY GRIEVE?
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-  Why weep we when a spirit flies away,
-    Why can we not cease crying,--
-  For life is but the soul’s full form,
-    And death is but the dying?
-  The pallid face and closed eye
-    Prove not the end of man’s career,
-  But only mark the spirit’s life
-    Uplifted to a higher sphere.
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-THE TOLL OF MAJESTY
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-              Poor suffering king!
-  His misery is his friend. Him doth he guest
-  The whole day long. His subjects want not ease,
-  Nor eat their messes joyless round their boards
-  While he doth thrust aside the daintiest dish,
-  Whose hardness doth the peasant’s crust exceed,
-  Or bolts it down in tremulous haste and fear,
-  Eyes trained for secret enemies. Who knows?
-  Some sneak assassin’s steel may strike his heart,
-  Or some rude bomb may rend the castle’s base
-  But to attempt his life. God, save the king,
-  That he may use his throne and sceptre right,
-  And be not thus the nation’s trembling slave,
-  But be its strongest power!
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-AMBITION
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-  Ambition is a man-of-war,
-    And constant will her battery,
-  Hard pressing down upon the foe
-    Upon life’s wide and rolling sea.
-  No sturdy coils nor clanking chains
-    Can ever bind her to the shore;
-  Through storm and tempest, wind and wave,
-    She plows the waters o’er.
-  There is no craft she’ll not engage,
-    Nor cares how broad her bulk or mast,
-  For she will buckle to her side
-    And in the struggle win at last.
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-KNOW THYSELF
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-  There is a key to every human life,
-    A door to every human heart;
-  And those who would our mysteries unbar
-    Do but essay the locksmith’s art.
-  Wise is the man who holds the keys that ope
-    What hidden thoughts our souls possess,
-  But he is still the wiser, nobler smith
-    Who can unlock his own heart best.
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-BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE
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-  How can misfortune but a blessing be
-    And slight mishaps be called unkind?
-  Oft the lessons we learn in a single evil turn
-    Are more than all success combined.
-  If only we knew the lordly benisons
-    That come from the tempest, the winds and the rain,
-  We would not curse the cloud-reft heavens so,
-    Nor the cavernous depths of earth profane.
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-DECEIVING MAIDENS
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-  Ah! triumph is a summer’s flower,
-    And short-lived is success;
-  Their petals fade but in an hour
-    And wither into nothingness.
-  Two blushing maidens fair are they,--
-    The fairest of their kin,
-  So skilled in the art of a lover’s ruse
-    That we woo them, but rarely win.
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-THE SOLUTION
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-_To be, or not to be,--that is the question._--SHAKESPEARE.
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-          Why should man struggle here?
-  Is’t not the hope of something yet in life,
-  Some great achievement, some heroic feat
-  Which worth’ly succors to humanity,
-  That lights the dimmed, expiring spark of life
-  And bids us still seek in adversity
-  The means to atone for all our erring past
-  And strive to gain the haven of the blest,
-  The soul’s most glorious prize,--that thing eterne?
-  Cut off by one weak, frail, ’gainst-nature act,--
-  By use of sword, or gun, or poisoned vial,--
-  What hope exists the prize of life to win,
-  When every means therefor is wrested ’way,
-  And our life’s strength ebbs out in the warping clay?
-
-
-
-
-A WOMAN’S HEART
-
-
-                What mystery!
-  It is to me a most strange questioning,
-  That man would hold what hearts he captivates
-  But for a little while,--then puffs them off,
-  As one by one they in his estimation wane,
-  And turns his mind to other victories,
-  Nor ever cares how infinite they are,--
-  Yea, like the proud Atilla doth he stand,
-  Who counts his victims captured by the sword,
-  And then, with conquest filled, whets o’er his steel
-  And, never sated, sighs for subjects more:
-  Yet woman, with her heart so guileless true,
-  Would hold but one, and him thereto she’d cling
-  Through life or death, and keep her virgin soul,
-  In memory of him, e’er spotless and unstained
-  By taint of foreign love.
-
-
-
-
-LIFE’S MISSION
-
-
-  Go, seek your earthly mission, ye who toil,--
-    Discern why God hath placed you here.
-  Hide not the talent He hath given you
-    For idle sloth or cowardly fear!
-  Some worthy task but waits for each to do,
-    To aid the world’s great work to-day;
-  Put forth thy might upon life’s struggling field,
-    And thou mayst bear the prize away!
-
-
-
-
-THE MAGNET
-
-
-  The good alone are to be loved, adored,
-    For they are pure
-  And purity rather draws the eye of man
-  Than smoky soot, which gums the evil soul
-  And blacker grows until it doth beseem
-  Grim Pluto’s loathsome pit, which oft did drive
-  The Gods that dug’t away.
-
-
-
-
-THE SWALLOW’S FLIGHT
-
-
-                O for swift wings!
-  O let me fly as are the swallows, free--
-  Free from the toil and turmoil of the world!
-  Let me away to some Elysian fields,
-  Where I may sing the swallow’s lay. O joy!
-  How heavenly to be flitting, nestling there,
-  Where one might sing unto the ambrosial sun;
-  Or stride her chariot, lined with fleecy clouds;
-  Taste such delights as ne’er hath mortal known,
-  From Hebe’s cup or Juno’s flowing bowl,
-  For all eternity!
-
-
-
-
-THE POET’S REWARD
-
-
-  A poor, neglected poet once there lived,
-    Who to the souls of millions sang;
-  He cheered their hearts and eased their restless minds
-    With ne’er discordant note nor twang.
-
-  Yet little of this world’s great goods he asked,
-    And littler still thereof did gain.
-  He left the world with joy and pleasure filled,
-    But took its sorrow and its pain.
-
-  Yet I do know he labored not in vain,
-    Though his reward to win was long,--
-  For God above, in His great charity,
-    Did make His angels sing his song.
-
-
-
-
-THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION
-
-
-  Joy to you, my pretty one!
-  Fluffles, ruffles, all aglow,
-  Heart a-beating two-four time,--
-  Joy be yours, and joy be mine
-  To see you joyous so.
-
-  Life to you be full of cheer
-  In the love that you have found,
-  Every smile that he doth shew
-  Hath a meaning deep to you
-  As it sheds its radiance ’round.
-
-  May long annals bless your life,
-  May you never fret or fume!
-  May your joys be ever full,
-  And his love no lesser dull
-  Than its now most perfect bloom!
-
-
-
-
-NATURE’S CHEER
-
-
-  Oh, when I sigh and melancholy grow,
-    And all my hopes turn brown and sere,
-  It sends a thrill of gladness in my heart
-    To think that we have nature here.
-
-  Then in the fields I go a-roaming,
-    And in the high topped woods a-play:
-  Away with cares and melancholy now,
-    I know I’d like to live alway.
-
-  The birds do sing me sweet songs from the trees,
-    The bees and locusts hum their best.
-  Oh, can high heaven top these pure Elysian charms,
-    Can it be happier and more blest?
-
-  Then do I thank my dear Redeemer
-    That he hath giv’n this world of ours,
-  Where we may seek our souls’ full consolation
-    In realms of birds, and trees, and flowers.
-
-
-
-
-THE WAR ETERNAL
-
-
-  The strife of man will ne’er be over,
-    Though all earth’s wars be gone
-  And countless soldiers have departed
-    Unto the farther on,--
-  For life’s array must e’er be posing
-    Against the wiles of sin,
-  The devil and his mighty legions
-    Who strive the world to win.
-
-  Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valor
-    Which wins the cov’ted prize;
-  ’Tis only love and perfect service
-    That crowns us in the skies.
-  Within the distance arms are clashing
-    And fresh blood mars the sod,--
-  ’Tis but the war of good and evil
-    On battlefields of God.
-
-  Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,
-    For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;
-  With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,
-    We battle not alone.
-  Go press amidst the foremost legion
-    Which marches on before;
-  Go draw thy sword against the evil one;
-    Prove thou a victor in the war!
-
-
-
-
-ANGEL MUSIC
-
-
-  Oh, I hear the sweetest music
-    Floating on the liquid air,
-  And my mind is lost in fancy--
-    ’Tis my loved one sitting there.
-  Then I gaze upon her tresses,
-    Dream of fairy lands,
-  ’Neath the spell of angel music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Joyous thoughts dispel my sadness;
-    All is joy and mirthsome glee
-  As her fingers touch the heart notes
-    With enraptured minstrelsy;
-  And the earth is more a heaven
-    Than a barren, struggling strand,
-  ’Neath the strains of angel music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Then she glides to notes of sadness,
-    And my heart is struck with pain
-  As she plays some touching ballad
-    Or o’er some pathetic strain.
-  Yet the tears I shed are glad ones,
-    And I know she understands
-  That I am happy in the music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Thus she runs the gamut over,
-    Swaying ceaseless to and fro
-  Till my heart is tuned and chorded
-    To the love that makes us glow:
-  Yes, she knows my heart is tempered,
-    Trebly lost in love’s demands,
-  In the charm of angel music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-  Thus our hearts are sealed in union
-    In those joyous strains of love,
-  And I hard can wait the closing
-    My unbounded love to prove:
-  For I wait to clasp her in my arms
-    And a kiss--to make demands,--
-  Small payment for that heavenly music
-    Played by angel hands.
-
-
-
-
-THREE NAMES
-
-
-  A bird, a child, and a bed of purple flowers,
-    I found in a garden so green and so bright.
-  With gentle step to them I moved and spoke,--
-    All three did tremble at my sight.
-
-  “Oh, come to me, my pretty little flowers;
-    And please, please breathe your name to me.
-  I want to know you better than I do;
-    I think we should not strangers be.
-
-  “Oh, come to me, my pretty blue-eyed child,
-    And lisp thine own sweet name to me;
-  Thy golden ringlets and thine angel smiles
-    Deserve a greater blazonry.
-
-  “Oh, come to me, my pretty caged bird,
-    And sing thy name in thy song to me;
-  Thou sing’st the sweetest songs I ever heard,
-    But I’d know more than that of thee.”
-
-  So one by one each gave her secret up
-    With a confidence I felt was true.
-  The flowers breathed violet; the child spoke the same;
-    And the bird thereat sang violet too.
-
-
-
-
-THE SMILES OF TRUTH
-
-
-  Oh, give to me the simple heart
-    Where there is meaning in its smile,--
-  The heart that proves ’twould do me good
-    Without a thought of fraud or guile.
-
-  Those are the smiles that glad my soul
-    ’Bove all glad things on earth I know;
-  They give me faith in friendship yet,
-    When all the world seems false in show.
-
-  Oh, give to me the simple heart
-    Whose smiles have depth without an end,--
-  Those are the smiles that beam from God
-    And make our souls to heaven tend.
-
-
-
-
-A TOKEN
-
-
-  Our land’s first lady’s in her grave. She lives
-    Far from the tumult of the world,
-  Where those great deeds of love wreck not the health,
-    But are in tomes of gold impearled.
-
-  A noble sacrifice to life she made,
-    Wherein her tasks outdid her strength.
-  What pity, then, that she must leave so soon,
-    Ere that her life had reached its length.
-
-  A gracious mother and a loyal wife,
-    Cherished by all both far and near,
-  Let her rare life shine o’er our weeping land;
-    Let her great name be ever dear!
-
-  Dear President! With thee a nation mourns
-    And sheds kind teardrops on her bier,
-  For thou hast lost the goodliest wife of earth
-    And art left ’lone, disconsolate, here.
-
-
-
-
-THE PIRATE ANT
-
-
-  Oh, see her bear her heavy burden,
-    Undaunted ’gainst the stirring breeze;
-  The cordlet quakes and tremulous shakes
-    As the antlet quivers with the trees.
-
-  Yet still she keeps on plodding onward,
-    So light in heart and free of limb;
-  Muscling in her arms a captured fly,
-    She sails,--a pirate maritime.
-
-  O toil most great,--O distance infinite!
-    From tree to tree the cord is strung,
-  But naught dissuades the plucky ant
-    Who rides the rope the trees among.
-
-  Heave ho! the wind is rising higher,
-    And thief and prey are almost gone;
-  But stark she clingeth to the mast
-    And bears her priceless booty home.
-
-  Thus let men lesson from the tiny ant
-    Who doth unwearied to her task bend;
-  No toil too great, no task too long,
-    But she doth nobly bring’t to end!
-
-
-
-
-SKINKER ROAD
-
-Skinker Road was chosen as the Midway of the World’s Fair held in St.
-Louis, Missouri, in 1904.
-
-
-  O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    The highway of the pioneers,
-      The “Midway” of the World’s Fair place,
-    The choicest of the chosen few,--
-      By thy rustic beauty wast thou crowned;
-    But now I hear the beat of toiling feet
-      That raise thy fabrics round.
-
-    O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    Great mighty men have passed thee o’er
-      In old Missouri’s earlier days.
-    Thy name be of the pioneer
-      Who first thy charming highway laid,
-    And gave thy name to be known of fame
-      By a world’s unparalleled parade.
-
-    O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    How soon shall all thy beauty fade
-      To fit thee for thy coming days!
-    The hand of progress soon shall snatch
-      The trees that hang thy grasses o’er,
-    And thy winding lane shall bear in train
-      Advancement’s fruitful store.
-
-    O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,
-      Thou way of wondrous ways,
-    All tongues on earth shall speak thy name,
-      All races there meet face to face.
-    Once wast thou highway of the pioneers
-      In the rugged days of toil and war,
-    But now the lane of a world-wide fame,
-      The “Midway” of the Fair.
-
-
-
-
-HUMOR
-
-
-
-
-HIS LEGACY
-
-
-  The lavish legacy of Frank Legree
-    No doubt is sorrowing him yet;
-  For once he owned a million francs in gold,
-    But now he owes a million debt.
-
-  When first he eyed his huge inheritance
-    His uncle left to him in fee,
-  He smiled to see himself a millionaire,
-    And moved in best society.
-
-  He built a tomb for his dear uncle then,
-    And epitaphed him “grand old man,”
-  Though in his life he had ne’er thought of him
-    And liked him better dead than--
-
-  Alive. So then he called his friends around,--
-    Patrons of wine and song and ease;
-  Mild drinks did make him thirst for stronger gins,
-    And small jags grew protracted sprees.
-
-  He squandered thousands on the race course;
-    In dice he lost at every throw;
-  He scattered change like oatmeal fed to chickens;
-    His pile soon melted down like snow--
-
-  In July. His banker sent a gentle invitation
-    To straighten his o’erdrawn account.
-  He did. He sent a bullet in his brain
-    And never stopped to ask the amount.
-
-  The lavish legacy of Frank Legree
-    No doubt is sorrowing him yet;
-  Lieu of an earthly million francs in gold,
-    He’s serving time for soul lost debt.
-
-
-
-
-THE WORD MISSPELLED
-
-
-    Whene’er you miss
-    A field of bliss,
-  It is not half so bad
-    As to presume
-    Your words are known,
-  When you but thought you had.
-
-    When you’ve planned up
-    A good stand up,
-  And fall to the other end,
-    It brings aroun’
-    A funny frown
-  Which judgment cannot mend.
-
-    Your playmates’ laugh
-    Is only half
-  The ugliness you feel;
-    You’d kick yourself
-    Like the Ghib the Guelf
-  If that the pang would heal.
-
-    So boys, I say,
-    Study away
-  And ever strive your best,
-    So you’ll be glad
-    Instead of sad,
-  And keep your level with the rest.
-
-
-
-
-THE NABOB’S PRIDE
-
-
-  I passed him in his high-born mansion oft,
-    And lo! he would not speak to me,
-  For I was born of humble parentage
-    And my fortune lacked his dignity.
-
-  The days rolled by. We often met in face
-    Upon the highway of our town;
-  I hoped to see him cast a smile on me,
-    But only reaped a scowling frown.
-
-  I clenched my fist, and silent passed him by
-    With words--perhaps revenge or spite;
-  But they breathed inspiration to my soul
-    To strive and set our scores aright.
-
-  With such thought buried in mine aching breast,
-    I labored ceaseless at my task;
-  And saw my fortunes not unenvied rise
-    Until no greater could I ask.
-
-  But what of him? In some far distant place,
-    Again as oft we chanced to meet.
-  His wealth had flown, while mine tenfold had grown,--
-    Foul luck had made him indiscreet.
-
-  I picked him from the gutter,--a sorry sight,
-    Reeling with wine, and sick and sore:
-  And as I passed a snug goldpiece, he said,
-    “Beg pard’, that I knew you not before.”
-
-
-
-
-HUERTA’S DRINKING SONG
-
-On the day of the siege of Vera Cruz.
-
-
-  Be merry, let us drink wine,
-    And sip, sip, sip;
-    Full soon the days shall slip,
-    Gray hairs shall catch us,
-    Grim death will dispatch us
-    Long ere our pleasures be full.
-    Let not the soul be dull,--
-  Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.
-
-  Be merry, let us drink wine,
-    And quaff, quaff, quaff;
-    Loud ring your cheering laugh,--
-    Care we for Gringos?
-    Let ’em come, by Jingos!
-    Ne’er fear that all will be well,
-    We’ll lick ’em spite of hell,--
-  Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.
-
-
-
-
-_HOCH DER KAISER_
-
-
-  _Hoch der Kaiser!_ How he slapped his son,
-    When he saw the war begin!
-  Spoke the Kaiser in his wrath to the crown prince,
-    “What an awful mess you’ve got me in!”
-
-  “Squads of Russians, French, and Englishmen,
-    Swords a-tilt to quell us all;
-  Couldn’t you wait until we had grown stronger,
-    With more men and guns on which to fall?
-
-  “I’ll not say that I am so displeased,
-    That you’ve laid Mar’s spirit bare,--
-  ’Tis the will of every noble Deutscher,--
-    But you should ’a used much greater care.
-
-  “Now we’ve got to battle,--we’re in for war!
-    But I guess I’ll let you fight.
-  ’Sides, it’s just as good a time as any
-    Just to show them all our might.
-
-  “Let the drum beat to its martial tune;
-    Strike _Wacht am Rhein_ and let’s begin;
-  Austria’s aid will go to help us some,
-    So I guess we’ll now stay in.”
-
-
-
-
-A MASH IN COURT
-
-
-  A bashful, blushing maiden fair it was
-    Who to the altar bent her way,
-  A-trembling on her future spouse’s arm,
-    To Justice Rome Van Rennsler Day.
-
-  The judge looked through his nose-pinched specs and smiled,
-    “Ah, ha! Two dollars for a fee.”
-  Then when the ceremony was over, rose,
-    “I guess I’ll kiss the bride,” says he.
-
-  The groom was game, and led the justice down
-    To where the wedding party sat;
-  But law! the judge was really so excited
-    He didn’t know just where he was at.
-
-  But on he stumbled, and the groom cried out,
-    “You’re making it fine, so hurry on.”
-  The bride just flinched and turned her pretty head,
-    While the judge picked out a dress of lawn.
-
-  Our blushing bride had worn a crepe de chene,--
-    The bride’s maid a lawn did grace,--
-  But the judge seized on the first he came to there,
-    And planted a smack on her ruby face.
-
-  “Why, what’s the matter?” all the guests did cry,
-    As the lawn flew through the questioning throng.
-  Alas! the judge had kissed the maid instead,
-    And the dad-blamed kiss went wrong.
-
-  Now what could the poor excited justice do?
-    The first kiss for the bride was lost--
-  “Impertinence! How dare you?” the maid did scream.
-    “I’ll get you arrested at any cost.”
-
-  The bride got angry, too, at such a muddle,
-    And said she’d aid the maid for spite--
-  But what was the legal remedy, I ask;
-    For the judge couldn’t pull himself by right?
-
-
-
-
-HIS SEARCH FOR GOLD
-
-
-  He came down from the Klondike
-    Brief days ago,
-  Bowed down by tribulations,
-    Weighted with human woe,--
-  Where he had cast his fortune
-    ’Mid fields of ice and snow.
-
-  He left his friends and kinsmen
-    And a happy home
-  To fill his life with that adventure
-    Told of in a Wild West tome,
-  But wandered unsuccessfully
-    From Yukon to Cape Nome.
-
-  He searched the fields of Yukon
-    With few supplies,
-  And camped beside its shallows
-    Where little Yukons rise,
-  But missed that mine of nuggets
-    Which in that gold field lies.
-
-  He tramped amid the mountains
-    From Spring till Fall,
-  He strode the great crevasses
-    And crossed the rivers all,
-  The wealth he sought was spacious
-    But what he got was small.
-
-  He drank the wines of Dawson
-    And Behring’s Strait,
-  And stronger drinks did capture him
-    In camp on White Horse Lake;
-  He cursed the luck that sent him thither
-    A deep inebriate.
-
-  He felt the pangs of hunger
-    And northern cold,
-  As oft his comrades perished
-    Around the camp fires’ mold
-  And false guides led them to destruction
-    In their search for Yukon gold.
-
-  He came down from the Klondike
-    Brief days before,
-  Bearing the resolution,
-    Tested and tried of yore,
-  To earn a humble living
-    And search for gold no more.
-
-
-
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Sinking of the Titanic</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">         1</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Inspiration</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_4">          4</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Spring Ballad</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">        5</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Spirit of War</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">        8</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Flowerets’ Communion</span> &#160; &#160; &#160;</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">         10</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Riddle of Life</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">          12</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Columbia’s Flag</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">           13</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Bar of Science</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">       14</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Chord Unsung</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">        16</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Oasis</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">         17</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Push Onward</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">         18</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Oriole</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">         20</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Smiles and Tears</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">        21</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Be Strong</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">          22</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Children’s Dream</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">       23</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">To Pope Pius X</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">        25</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Enmity</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">           26</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Why Grieve?</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">         27</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Toll of Majesty</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">       28</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Ambition</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">          29</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Know Thyself</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">        30</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Blessings in Disguise</span> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">        31</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Deceiving Maidens</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">         32</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Solution</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">         33</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Woman’s Heart</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">        34</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Life’s Mission</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">        35</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Magnet</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">          36</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Swallow’s Flight</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">         37</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Poet’s Reward</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">      38</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Lover’s Benediction</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">      39</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Nature’s Cheer</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">      40</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The War Eternal</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">      41</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Angel Music</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">      42</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Three Names</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">      44</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Smiles of Truth</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">      45</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Token</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">      46</a></td></tr>
-
-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Pirate Ant</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">      47</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Skinker Road</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">      48</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><th colspan="2">HUMOR</th></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">His Legacy</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">      53</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Word Misspelled</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">      55</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Nabob’s Pride</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">      56</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">Huerta’s Drinking Song</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">      58</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><i>Hoch der Kaiser</i></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">      59</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">A Mash in Court</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">      60</a></td></tr>
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-<tr><td><span class="smcap">His Search for Gold</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">      62</a></td></tr>
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-<h2 class="nobreak">THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC<br>
-AND OTHER POEMS</h2>
-</div>
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-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span>
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SINKING OF THE TITANIC</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, Titan was her gorgeous armament</div>
-<div class="indent">And Titan was her sail and crew;</div>
-<div class="verse">A thing of pride to sweep the surging tide</div>
-<div class="indent">And laugh to scorn the perilous blue.</div>
-<div class="verse">Yet let us weep not for her treasured hulk</div>
-<div class="indent">That sank leagues deep into the sea,</div>
-<div class="verse">But for the toll of ill-starred voyagers</div>
-<div class="indent">Who rode her to eternity.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I see the glory of that primal hour</div>
-<div class="indent">When first her beams did breast the wave,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, owner, builder, seaman’s eyes did sparkle</div>
-<div class="indent">As did the sea her huge side lave:—</div>
-<div class="verse">How zealously the elite madly rushed</div>
-<div class="indent">To trust their passage in her care,</div>
-<div class="verse">To boast their presence on the maiden trip</div>
-<div class="indent">Of that leviathan so rare.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">She sailed.—The sky gleamed bright and azure clear,</div>
-<div class="indent">The waves lashed gently at her side,</div>
-<div class="verse">The moon that night shone down auspiciously</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon that ship of gorgeous pride.</div>
-<div class="verse">Her engines tore in frenzy o’er and o’er,</div>
-<div class="indent">Her powerful shafts did heave and quake,</div>
-<div class="verse">As loud and clear her captain’s voice rang out,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Speed on! Fear not the iceberg’s brake.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span>
-<div class="verse">Ahead there floundered in the chilly sea</div>
-<div class="indent">A huge and bristling wall of ice.</div>
-<div class="verse">“What shall we do?” her helmsman tremulously cried.</div>
-<div class="indent">Word came, “Let’s cleave it in a trice,”</div>
-<div class="verse">Whereat the mighty engines creaked and strained</div>
-<div class="indent">And madly sped the Titan hulk.</div>
-<div class="verse">Ne’er moved nor stirred the ocean’s icy berg,</div>
-<div class="indent">But braced against her speeding bulk.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Dost thou defy me, master of the sea,</div>
-<div class="indent">Thou untried artifice of man?</div>
-<div class="verse">I’ll show thee, then, whose is the stronger hand,</div>
-<div class="indent">For mine was here e’er thine began.”</div>
-<div class="verse">Crash! Crash! The waters rushed. The ship’s side heaved.</div>
-<div class="indent">The ponderous engines ceased to throb,</div>
-<div class="verse">And there above the darkening drawbridge cried</div>
-<div class="indent">A thousand souls in fear to God.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">From peaceful slumbers wildly they uprose,</div>
-<div class="indent">From games of whist, from dance and wine.</div>
-<div class="verse">“Can it be so?” they cried in anguished pride—</div>
-<div class="indent">“So sinking in the icy brine?”</div>
-<div class="verse">But ah! alas! the hand of death hung o’er.</div>
-<div class="indent">Alas for captain, ship and crew!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span>
-<div class="verse">In headstrong haste they’d left the boats behind</div>
-<div class="indent">That save men from the watery blue.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Let there be women saved, and they alone!”</div>
-<div class="indent">Rose up like steel the chivalrous cry,</div>
-<div class="verse">While gallant men stood on the slippery deck</div>
-<div class="indent">And brave resolved themselves to die.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then solemn strains rose from the engulfing main,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Nearer my God,” they sang, “to Thee,”</div>
-<div class="verse">Till all that was left of the Titan’s envied hulk</div>
-<div class="indent">Was a billowy gurgle in the sea.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Alas for man! Alas for vaunting boast!</div>
-<div class="indent">Which seeks to conquer the fate of the sea,</div>
-<div class="verse">Essays to raise proud hulks of iron and steel</div>
-<div class="indent">And laugh to scorn God’s mastery!</div>
-<div class="verse">Thus from their watery grave he lifts his voice;</div>
-<div class="indent">“None tempt my power by craft malign.</div>
-<div class="verse">Lo! all shall cleave unto the common end,</div>
-<div class="indent">And none shall stand but I, divine!”</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">INSPIRATION</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Proud</span> child of fortune, smile on thy better hope!</div>
-<div class="verse">Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!</div>
-<div class="verse">Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steep</div>
-<div class="verse">Which thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will—</div>
-<div class="verse">That magic wand of every earthly deed,</div>
-<div class="verse">The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones—</div>
-<div class="verse">And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,</div>
-<div class="verse">If thou but claim’st it!</div>
-</div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">SPRING BALLAD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Spring</span>, Spring, O gentle Spring, where hast thou been so long?</div>
-<div class="verse">Why hast thou not come sooner to me?</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">I am faint for thy smile, as I watched the long while</div>
-<div class="verse">Thy merry, rollicksome face to see.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, why wast thou silent so long?</div>
-<div class="verse">Why didst thou not answer my reverent call?</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Come forth, from glade or glen, from vale or hill, from bog or fen,</div>
-<div class="verse">And flutter thy magical wand high over all.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But lo! now thou art come, with thy wonderful train,</div>
-<div class="verse">Never so bright and never so gay.</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thy throne they prepare in the heights of the air</div>
-<div class="verse">For thine inauguration day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span>
-<div class="verse">Thy wonderful reign has begun with the rise of the sun,</div>
-<div class="verse">All heaven and earth but wait on thee now,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">I smell thy sweet flowers and thy odorous bowers</div>
-<div class="verse">And see the green trees before thee to bow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The robins have come from their faraway home,</div>
-<div class="verse">And I hear their sweet songs to burst forth again.</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou mak’st their tones rise up to the azure skies</div>
-<div class="verse">That they may encore thine orchestral train.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">March spreads her boisterous clouds like Autumn’s silvery shrouds,</div>
-<div class="verse">And whistles her winds through thy soft, balmy hair,—</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">Then soon thy soft April showers make way for May’s bowers</div>
-<div class="verse">And nature but waits for June time so fair.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span>
-<div class="verse">Spring, Spring, O gentle Spring, thou art dearest of all to me,</div>
-<div class="verse">A subject of thine, I kneel at thy shrine,—</div>
-<div class="indent2">Goddess of mirth,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Gay queen of the earth,</div>
-<div class="verse">I shall wait for thy smile, as I watch the long while</div>
-<div class="verse">To see thee return when again I shall call.</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SPIRIT OF WAR</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Ho</span>! ho! I come in fury as the storm</div>
-<div class="indent">And seek earth’s nations east and west.</div>
-<div class="verse">I breathe the breath of fire within them all,</div>
-<div class="indent">And lure to arms the proud’st and best.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I swoop down on their gilded palaces,</div>
-<div class="indent">And shake the monarchs of the world;</div>
-<div class="verse">I rouse them from their cots of peace and ease</div>
-<div class="indent">And set their boasting flags unfurled.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Upon the doors of happy homes I knock,</div>
-<div class="indent">And men of valor do I call</div>
-<div class="verse">To take the stand against their fellowmen,</div>
-<div class="indent">To spill their blood and spill it all.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I wend my flight to peaceful, quiet fields</div>
-<div class="indent">Where tillers ever tireless toil;</div>
-<div class="verse">I bid them leave their plows and homes behind,</div>
-<div class="indent">And steel themselves with arms of spoil.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then nursing babes at mothers’ breasts I touch,</div>
-<div class="indent">For loud their fathers do I call;</div>
-<div class="verse">I reck not of their mothers’ tear-stained eyes</div>
-<div class="indent">When those do in the battle fall.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I sweep o’er peaceful cities great and strong,</div>
-<div class="indent">Whose towers outtop the blue-ribbed sky;</div>
-<div class="verse">I give the word to grind out shot and shell</div>
-<div class="indent">Until they lowly, humble lie.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span>
-<div class="verse">The mighty nations to my wings I call,—</div>
-<div class="indent">A hundred million men of war</div>
-<div class="verse">To struggle helpless ’gainst the sword of death,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Beneath my spell they fallen are.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O’er Asia’s strand I spread mine eaglet wings,</div>
-<div class="indent">O’er Austria, England, France and Spain;</div>
-<div class="verse">Then do I touch Japan and Mexico,</div>
-<div class="indent">Then back to Europe’s soil again.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">My maw is ever empty for their blood,</div>
-<div class="indent">“On! on!” I cry for newer prey;</div>
-<div class="verse">My master Mars doth urge me take the field</div>
-<div class="indent">Myself to slaughter and to slay.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Away with peace and arbitration’s hand,</div>
-<div class="indent">’Neath whose pale spell I envious quake:</div>
-<div class="verse">They only dare to cross my boist’rous path;</div>
-<div class="indent">Them can I never bend nor break.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But on I go, and when my wreak is o’er</div>
-<div class="indent">And Mars requites me for my pain,</div>
-<div class="verse">To war’s dead corps and sepulchres I cry:</div>
-<div class="indent">“Great God, what fools have mortals been!”</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE FLOWERETS’ COMMUNION</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a solitary hillside,</div>
-<div class="indent">Where flow’rets, blooming gay,</div>
-<div class="verse">Have watched the sky with eager pride</div>
-<div class="indent">From dawn till close of day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">No wand’ring stranger do they see,</div>
-<div class="indent">Who treads that silent place,</div>
-<div class="verse">To look upon their majesty</div>
-<div class="indent">Or view their radiant face.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But yet, unplaintive, do they bloom</div>
-<div class="indent">And smile out ’gainst the sky,—</div>
-<div class="verse">From them the birds do take their song</div>
-<div class="indent">And bees their honey ply.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then come the little sunbeams fair,</div>
-<div class="indent">Leaping o’er the crumbled wall,</div>
-<div class="verse">And gayly dancing here and there</div>
-<div class="indent">Spring at the flow’rets’ call.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then sweet communion do they hold,</div>
-<div class="indent">The flowers and sunbeams there;</div>
-<div class="verse">The sunbeams stoop to plant their lips</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon the flow’rets fair.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">They breathe into the sunbeams life</div>
-<div class="indent">To trip athwart the plain,</div>
-<div class="verse">To sparkle in their dazzling revelries</div>
-<div class="indent">And round and round again.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span>
-<div class="verse">Glad Hymen joins them there ’neath heaven</div>
-<div class="indent">And seals them with her love:</div>
-<div class="verse">And as the issue of their amity,</div>
-<div class="indent">Joy rings to heaven above.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O ye who in earth’s lonely vales</div>
-<div class="indent">Do struggling, plaintive go,</div>
-<div class="verse">Think not thine humble merits less</div>
-<div class="indent">Than in the world’s bright glow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">And ye who are most lonesome, sore,</div>
-<div class="indent">Do not despairing wend,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For every flower there darts a sunbeam fair,</div>
-<div class="indent">For every soul, a helping friend.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE RIDDLE OF LIFE</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, what a weak, sporadic thing is man,</div>
-<div class="indent">Burst forth upon life’s troublous sea!</div>
-<div class="verse">Unasked he comes, unwished therefrom he goes,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Oh, whither is his destiny?</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I put my riddle to the flying breeze</div>
-<div class="indent">That flurried past with airy wing;</div>
-<div class="verse">My words were borne back on the fleecy clouds</div>
-<div class="indent">Who laughed to scorn my questioning.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I asked it of the lordful mountain peak</div>
-<div class="indent">Who lays his hoar face to the sky;</div>
-<div class="verse">He only shrugged his Atlan shoulders bare,</div>
-<div class="indent">And answered me a mournful sigh.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I plied it to the deep and surging sea</div>
-<div class="indent">Where myriads slept in her watery grave;</div>
-<div class="verse">She roared and spumed, and splashed her surges higher,</div>
-<div class="indent">And answer none to me she gave.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then to the heavens with upturned face I gazed,</div>
-<div class="indent">And reverent asked my God in prayer;</div>
-<div class="verse">A still, small voice breathed back to me in love,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Wait, child; thou shalt know better there.”</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">COLUMBIA’S FLAG</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Let’s</span> raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds</div>
-<div class="indent">And hoist her colors in the skies;</div>
-<div class="verse">Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let never a foe upon her rise!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Let’s wear her emblem proudly on our breasts;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let’s steel our hearts with valor true.</div>
-<div class="verse">As long as she doth guard our liberty</div>
-<div class="indent">With the tints of the red, white and blue!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Whether in peace or in the battle’s roar,</div>
-<div class="indent">Be she the guardian of our soil!</div>
-<div class="verse">Spare not our lives to save our country’s hearth;</div>
-<div class="indent">Shirk not the havoc and the toil!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Dear flag, thou emblem of a nation’s pride,</div>
-<div class="indent">Sail proudly o’er the scattered main,</div>
-<div class="verse">And gather all Columbia’s sons to thee,</div>
-<div class="indent">That never may our freedom wane!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Go raise Columbia’s banner to the clouds,</div>
-<div class="indent">And hoist her colors in the skies!</div>
-<div class="verse">Let every patriot ’neath her azure stand;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let never a foe upon her rise!</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE BAR OF SCIENCE</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5"><span class="smcap">Who</span> thwarts thy will?</div>
-<div class="verse">O Science, who can stop thine onward sweep,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or lay a bar ’fore thine ambitious ways?</div>
-<div class="verse">Oh, who will fling the gauntlet down to thee</div>
-<div class="verse">And dare estop thee in thy feats of skill</div>
-<div class="verse">That thou so bold perform’st? None, none of man,</div>
-<div class="verse">But God alone. He knows what mysteries</div>
-<div class="verse">To scuttle from thy sight.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5">Were’t not for Him,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou would’st unmine the whole great globe of man;</div>
-<div class="verse">Draw figures o’er the moon’s frail, verdant map;</div>
-<div class="verse">Bind all the planets to our earth’s great orb;</div>
-<div class="verse">And, cooling, freeze the sun’s most torrid heat,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or give it greater fire. Thou’d’st chain the thunderbolt;</div>
-<div class="verse">Catch heaven’s lightning in thine own great leash</div>
-<div class="verse">For man’s devising smiths.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5">But let us praise thee</div>
-<div class="verse">For what thy dare-all, do-all skill hath wrought</div>
-<div class="verse">On earth alone. Thou’st built the flying planes,</div>
-<div class="verse">The heaving ships—dark instruments of war;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>
-<div class="verse">Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,</div>
-<div class="verse">The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,</div>
-<div class="verse">The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,—</div>
-<div class="verse">But naught ’gainst God’s great will.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent5">For thou’st not reached</div>
-<div class="verse">Where thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,</div>
-<div class="verse">For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,</div>
-<div class="verse">That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, yea, with all thy vaunted boast of power,</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou canst not His great’st handiwork outdo,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou canst not e’er make man!</div>
-</div></div></div>
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE CHORD UNSUNG</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O let</span> me on some mystic height above</div>
-<div class="indent">Compose, my soul, a perfect lay!</div>
-<div class="verse">O let me rise and ever onward rise</div>
-<div class="indent">Unto the fairest, perfect day!</div>
-<div class="verse">My heart doth swell with sweet, concordant tones,</div>
-<div class="indent">And I would fain burst out in song;</div>
-<div class="verse">But my weak soul can never rise the height</div>
-<div class="indent">Where such Æolian strains belong.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oft have I sat upon the seashore’s strand</div>
-<div class="indent">And strung my proud harp to the wave,</div>
-<div class="verse">While the billows rolled in splendor at my feet</div>
-<div class="indent">And the salt sea did my cushion lave.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then struck I out upon the surging tide</div>
-<div class="indent">My sweetest notes of harp and wand,—</div>
-<div class="verse">But my weak themes fell most far short the minstrelsy</div>
-<div class="indent">Of those celestial strains beyond.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE OASIS</h3>
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-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O what</span> mild ease these shadowy palms afford,—</div>
-<div class="verse">The luscious figs, the palate tempting nuts,</div>
-<div class="verse">The babbling rill, from whose unending source</div>
-<div class="verse">Such cooling water gushes forth that it would quench</div>
-<div class="verse">Ten thousand Stygian thirsts. What rarest joy!</div>
-<div class="verse">What soft retreat is here! No flatt’ring court,</div>
-<div class="verse">No vain and idle pomp beneath whose flow’ry hand</div>
-<div class="verse">The vip’rous serpent creeps unseen!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">PUSH ONWARD</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">No</span> matter if your heart be weary,</div>
-<div class="verse">No matter if your hopes be dreary;</div>
-<div class="verse">Through an avalanche of hopes, and fears, and ills,</div>
-<div class="verse">And stubborn critics, and harsh opposing wills,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Push onward; you will win at last!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">No use to say you are defeated,—</div>
-<div class="verse">You’ve fought too far to be retreated;</div>
-<div class="verse">For you ahead a rose wreathed laurel lies,</div>
-<div class="verse">Accomplished hopes and victory’s valiant prize,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Push onward; you will win at last!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O soul of man, most burden laden,</div>
-<div class="verse">Know thou that fortune stands, a coyish maiden</div>
-<div class="verse">Who hides beneath her frowns that wished-for smile</div>
-<div class="verse">She waits to shower on you just all the while,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Push onward; you will win at last!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">SING IT</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">If</span> you’ve a good song to be sung,—</div>
-<div class="verse">A song of laughter or of rollicking cheer</div>
-<div class="verse">To rouse to smiles this world so dark and drear,</div>
-<div class="verse">A song that takes the grief from sorrow’s bitter cup</div>
-<div class="verse">And turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—</div>
-<div class="indent9">Sing it!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">If you’ve a good song to be sung,—</div>
-<div class="verse">What matters how untuned your lyre may be,</div>
-<div class="verse">What matters that it rings discordantly,</div>
-<div class="verse">Only that your heart is welling o’er</div>
-<div class="verse">With joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—</div>
-<div class="indent9">Sing it!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE ORIOLE</h3>
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-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Bird</span> of thy pretty plumage, thou</div>
-<div class="indent">Art thou no prouder than the crow?</div>
-<div class="verse">If thou wert human, thou’dst surely be,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Men’s envious ways would make thee so,</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But ’tis much better as thou art;</div>
-<div class="indent">Then art thou naught but satisfied,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou feel’st no pain, nor aching heart;</div>
-<div class="indent">Thou hast no want, nor blinding pride.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">SMILES AND TEARS</h3>
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-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O that</span> these precious smiles we smile to-day</div>
-<div class="verse">Were always smiles,—could last for aye and aye;</div>
-<div class="verse">But ah! too soon the golden bowl will break,</div>
-<div class="verse">And erst glad hearts shall then with sorrow quake.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Alas! that such dark clouds hide ’neath the sun</div>
-<div class="verse">T’obscure him e’en before his race is done;</div>
-<div class="verse">But ’tis most true,—a truth too sad to say,—</div>
-<div class="verse">That we who smile, shall never smile alway.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">BE STRONG</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Be</span> strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">And rise to triumph through thy will;</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, drive the conquering tempter from thy soul</div>
-<div class="indent">That he may do to thee no ill.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">Let virtue’s sceptre guide thy hand;</div>
-<div class="verse">From morn till night, from night till morn, do thou</div>
-<div class="indent">Undaunted ’gainst brute evil stand.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">Grip steadily to that noble task</div>
-<div class="verse">To fight the want that argues in thy soul</div>
-<div class="indent">To let each sinning be the last.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">Not for thyself alone possess,</div>
-<div class="verse">But let thy valiant trophies be a sign</div>
-<div class="indent">Breathing valor in thy brother’s breast.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!</div>
-<div class="indent">In mind and soul, in heart and brain.</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou hast no loss, brave man, in combating,</div>
-<div class="indent">But lo! thou hast the world to gain.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE CHILDREN’S DREAM</h3>
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-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Fast</span>, fast asleep,—done are their earthly cares;</div>
-<div class="indent">To realms of dreamland now they go,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where sprightly elves and long beard goblins gay</div>
-<div class="indent">Do dance around on light tiptoe.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Anon an elf doth stretch her silvery wand,</div>
-<div class="indent">Made of the moonbeams bright and fair,</div>
-<div class="verse">And lo! they ’gin their dreams of beauteous things</div>
-<div class="indent">As she touches their soft downy hair.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The curtains of Nod are drawn aside,</div>
-<div class="indent">And there is the fairies’ room,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Gold tinseled Christmas trees, and dolls and toys,</div>
-<div class="indent">Bright picture books and flowers in bloom.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oases of delight! O blissful hours!</div>
-<div class="indent">O happy, wished-for fairyland,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where they may live in dreams the whole night long,</div>
-<div class="indent">And hold communion with the elfish band.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span>
-<div class="verse">Then to new joys they waken on the morrow,</div>
-<div class="indent">From realms of dreams to realms of play.</div>
-<div class="verse">O feasts of joys! Fairies’ fancies charm by night,</div>
-<div class="indent">And real toys ’rapture them by day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O to be a laughing child again tonight,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Forever is the grown folk’s prayer,—</div>
-<div class="verse">That our dreams be all of pleasures and of joys,</div>
-<div class="indent">And our waking hours still find them there!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">TO POPE PIUS X</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O ill-starred</span> Pope! From thee all power was reft</div>
-<div class="indent">To quell the slaughter of earth’s men.</div>
-<div class="verse">Alone thou grieved’st their needless sufferings,</div>
-<div class="indent">And racking qualms beyond all mortal ken.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Pontiff Supreme! Blest be thy reverent name</div>
-<div class="indent">Who wroughtst great tasks most holily,</div>
-<div class="verse">But couldst not make men think the thoughts of peace</div>
-<div class="indent">When they in blood were steeped so mightily.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">In ancient days thy predecessors swayed</div>
-<div class="indent">The power earth’s horrid wars to quell,</div>
-<div class="verse">But ah, alas! their might is but remembrance dim,</div>
-<div class="indent">And now brute arms their triumphs tell.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O mighty monarchs! Yours, yours is the blame</div>
-<div class="indent">That we have holy Pius lost,</div>
-<div class="verse">For ye have stirred the wars that racked his frame,</div>
-<div class="indent">And his great life is now th’atoning cost.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">ENMITY</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Say</span>, of what mortal use is enmity?</div>
-<div class="verse">Hast thou not seen two midget ants in strife,</div>
-<div class="verse">Contending o’er the petal in the vale,—</div>
-<div class="verse">See how they toil and sweat, and struggle long,</div>
-<div class="verse">And tumble zig-zag down the hilly slope,</div>
-<div class="verse">And e’en do totter on the streamlet’s edge,</div>
-<div class="verse">Until at length one Lilliput doth win</div>
-<div class="verse">By one great stroke, when lo! a sudden gale</div>
-<div class="verse">Doth whisk its great nose down the hilltop’s side,</div>
-<div class="verse">And puffs the victor and the prize away.</div>
-<div class="verse">So oft the giant world wrests from our grasp</div>
-<div class="verse">The things we seek in tedious rivalry;</div>
-<div class="verse">And like the foolish little ants a-tilt,</div>
-<div class="verse">Great Justice ’bove, who loathes such noxious strife,</div>
-<div class="verse">Doth make us lose the prize we strove to gain,</div>
-<div class="verse">And to defeat doth add discomfiture.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">WHY GRIEVE?</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Why</span> weep we when a spirit flies away,</div>
-<div class="indent">Why can we not cease crying,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For life is but the soul’s full form,</div>
-<div class="indent">And death is but the dying?</div>
-<div class="verse">The pallid face and closed eye</div>
-<div class="indent">Prove not the end of man’s career,</div>
-<div class="verse">But only mark the spirit’s life</div>
-<div class="indent">Uplifted to a higher sphere.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE TOLL OF MAJESTY</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="indent6"><span class="smcap">Poor</span> suffering king!</div>
-<div class="verse">His misery is his friend. Him doth he guest</div>
-<div class="verse">The whole day long. His subjects want not ease,</div>
-<div class="verse">Nor eat their messes joyless round their boards</div>
-<div class="verse">While he doth thrust aside the daintiest dish,</div>
-<div class="verse">Whose hardness doth the peasant’s crust exceed,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or bolts it down in tremulous haste and fear,</div>
-<div class="verse">Eyes trained for secret enemies. Who knows?</div>
-<div class="verse">Some sneak assassin’s steel may strike his heart,</div>
-<div class="verse">Or some rude bomb may rend the castle’s base</div>
-<div class="verse">But to attempt his life. God, save the king,</div>
-<div class="verse">That he may use his throne and sceptre right,</div>
-<div class="verse">And be not thus the nation’s trembling slave,</div>
-<div class="verse">But be its strongest power!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">AMBITION</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Ambition</span> is a man-of-war,</div>
-<div class="indent">And constant will her battery,</div>
-<div class="verse">Hard pressing down upon the foe</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon life’s wide and rolling sea.</div>
-<div class="verse">No sturdy coils nor clanking chains</div>
-<div class="indent">Can ever bind her to the shore;</div>
-<div class="verse">Through storm and tempest, wind and wave,</div>
-<div class="indent">She plows the waters o’er.</div>
-<div class="verse">There is no craft she’ll not engage,</div>
-<div class="indent">Nor cares how broad her bulk or mast,</div>
-<div class="verse">For she will buckle to her side</div>
-<div class="indent">And in the struggle win at last.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">KNOW THYSELF</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a key to every human life,</div>
-<div class="indent">A door to every human heart;</div>
-<div class="verse">And those who would our mysteries unbar</div>
-<div class="indent">Do but essay the locksmith’s art.</div>
-<div class="verse">Wise is the man who holds the keys that ope</div>
-<div class="indent">What hidden thoughts our souls possess,</div>
-<div class="verse">But he is still the wiser, nobler smith</div>
-<div class="indent">Who can unlock his own heart best.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">How</span> can misfortune but a blessing be</div>
-<div class="indent">And slight mishaps be called unkind?</div>
-<div class="verse">Oft the lessons we learn in a single evil turn</div>
-<div class="indent">Are more than all success combined.</div>
-<div class="verse">If only we knew the lordly benisons</div>
-<div class="indent">That come from the tempest, the winds and the rain,</div>
-<div class="verse">We would not curse the cloud-reft heavens so,</div>
-<div class="indent">Nor the cavernous depths of earth profane.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">DECEIVING MAIDENS</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Ah</span>! triumph is a summer’s flower,</div>
-<div class="indent">And short-lived is success;</div>
-<div class="verse">Their petals fade but in an hour</div>
-<div class="indent">And wither into nothingness.</div>
-<div class="verse">Two blushing maidens fair are they,—</div>
-<div class="indent">The fairest of their kin,</div>
-<div class="verse">So skilled in the art of a lover’s ruse</div>
-<div class="indent">That we woo them, but rarely win.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SOLUTION</h3>
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-<p class="center"><i>To be, or not to be,—that is the question.</i>—<span class="smcap">Shakespeare.</span></p>
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-<div class="indent3"><span class="smcap">Why</span> should man struggle here?</div>
-<div class="verse">Is’t not the hope of something yet in life,</div>
-<div class="verse">Some great achievement, some heroic feat</div>
-<div class="verse">Which worth’ly succors to humanity,</div>
-<div class="verse">That lights the dimmed, expiring spark of life</div>
-<div class="verse">And bids us still seek in adversity</div>
-<div class="verse">The means to atone for all our erring past</div>
-<div class="verse">And strive to gain the haven of the blest,</div>
-<div class="verse">The soul’s most glorious prize,—that thing eterne?</div>
-<div class="verse">Cut off by one weak, frail, ’gainst-nature act,—</div>
-<div class="verse">By use of sword, or gun, or poisoned vial,—</div>
-<div class="verse">What hope exists the prize of life to win,</div>
-<div class="verse">When every means therefor is wrested ’way,</div>
-<div class="verse">And our life’s strength ebbs out in the warping clay?</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">A WOMAN’S HEART</h3>
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-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="indent6"><span class="smcap">What</span> mystery!</div>
-<div class="verse">It is to me a most strange questioning,</div>
-<div class="verse">That man would hold what hearts he captivates</div>
-<div class="verse">But for a little while,—then puffs them off,</div>
-<div class="verse">As one by one they in his estimation wane,</div>
-<div class="verse">And turns his mind to other victories,</div>
-<div class="verse">Nor ever cares how infinite they are,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Yea, like the proud Atilla doth he stand,</div>
-<div class="verse">Who counts his victims captured by the sword,</div>
-<div class="verse">And then, with conquest filled, whets o’er his steel</div>
-<div class="verse">And, never sated, sighs for subjects more:</div>
-<div class="verse">Yet woman, with her heart so guileless true,</div>
-<div class="verse">Would hold but one, and him thereto she’d cling</div>
-<div class="verse">Through life or death, and keep her virgin soul,</div>
-<div class="verse">In memory of him, e’er spotless and unstained</div>
-<div class="verse">By taint of foreign love.</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">LIFE’S MISSION</h3>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Go</span>, seek your earthly mission, ye who toil,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Discern why God hath placed you here.</div>
-<div class="verse">Hide not the talent He hath given you</div>
-<div class="indent">For idle sloth or cowardly fear!</div>
-<div class="verse">Some worthy task but waits for each to do,</div>
-<div class="indent">To aid the world’s great work to-day;</div>
-<div class="verse">Put forth thy might upon life’s struggling field,</div>
-<div class="indent">And thou mayst bear the prize away!</div>
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-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>
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-<h3 class="nobreak">THE MAGNET</h3>
-</div>
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-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> good alone are to be loved, adored,</div>
-<div class="indent">For they are pure</div>
-<div class="verse">And purity rather draws the eye of man</div>
-<div class="verse">Than smoky soot, which gums the evil soul</div>
-<div class="verse">And blacker grows until it doth beseem</div>
-<div class="verse">Grim Pluto’s loathsome pit, which oft did drive</div>
-<div class="verse">The Gods that dug’t away.</div>
-</div></div>
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-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SWALLOW’S FLIGHT</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="indent6"><span class="smcap">O for</span> swift wings!</div>
-<div class="verse">O let me fly as are the swallows, free—</div>
-<div class="verse">Free from the toil and turmoil of the world!</div>
-<div class="verse">Let me away to some Elysian fields,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where I may sing the swallow’s lay. O joy!</div>
-<div class="verse">How heavenly to be flitting, nestling there,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where one might sing unto the ambrosial sun;</div>
-<div class="verse">Or stride her chariot, lined with fleecy clouds;</div>
-<div class="verse">Taste such delights as ne’er hath mortal known,</div>
-<div class="verse">From Hebe’s cup or Juno’s flowing bowl,</div>
-<div class="verse">For all eternity!</div>
-</div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE POET’S REWARD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A poor</span>, neglected poet once there lived,</div>
-<div class="indent">Who to the souls of millions sang;</div>
-<div class="verse">He cheered their hearts and eased their restless minds</div>
-<div class="indent">With ne’er discordant note nor twang.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet little of this world’s great goods he asked,</div>
-<div class="indent">And littler still thereof did gain.</div>
-<div class="verse">He left the world with joy and pleasure filled,</div>
-<div class="indent">But took its sorrow and its pain.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet I do know he labored not in vain,</div>
-<div class="indent">Though his reward to win was long,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For God above, in His great charity,</div>
-<div class="indent">Did make His angels sing his song.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE LOVER’S BENEDICTION</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Joy</span> to you, my pretty one!</div>
-<div class="verse">Fluffles, ruffles, all aglow,</div>
-<div class="verse">Heart a-beating two-four time,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Joy be yours, and joy be mine</div>
-<div class="verse">To see you joyous so.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Life to you be full of cheer</div>
-<div class="verse">In the love that you have found,</div>
-<div class="verse">Every smile that he doth shew</div>
-<div class="verse">Hath a meaning deep to you</div>
-<div class="verse">As it sheds its radiance ’round.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">May long annals bless your life,</div>
-<div class="verse">May you never fret or fume!</div>
-<div class="verse">May your joys be ever full,</div>
-<div class="verse">And his love no lesser dull</div>
-<div class="verse">Than its now most perfect bloom!</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">NATURE’S CHEER</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, when I sigh and melancholy grow,</div>
-<div class="indent">And all my hopes turn brown and sere,</div>
-<div class="verse">It sends a thrill of gladness in my heart</div>
-<div class="indent">To think that we have nature here.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then in the fields I go a-roaming,</div>
-<div class="indent">And in the high topped woods a-play:</div>
-<div class="verse">Away with cares and melancholy now,</div>
-<div class="indent">I know I’d like to live alway.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The birds do sing me sweet songs from the trees,</div>
-<div class="indent">The bees and locusts hum their best.</div>
-<div class="verse">Oh, can high heaven top these pure Elysian charms,</div>
-<div class="indent">Can it be happier and more blest?</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then do I thank my dear Redeemer</div>
-<div class="indent">That he hath giv’n this world of ours,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where we may seek our souls’ full consolation</div>
-<div class="indent">In realms of birds, and trees, and flowers.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE WAR ETERNAL</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> strife of man will ne’er be over,</div>
-<div class="indent">Though all earth’s wars be gone</div>
-<div class="verse">And countless soldiers have departed</div>
-<div class="indent">Unto the farther on,—</div>
-<div class="verse">For life’s array must e’er be posing</div>
-<div class="indent">Against the wiles of sin,</div>
-<div class="verse">The devil and his mighty legions</div>
-<div class="indent">Who strive the world to win.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Fight on! fight on! ’Tis only valor</div>
-<div class="indent">Which wins the cov’ted prize;</div>
-<div class="verse">’Tis only love and perfect service</div>
-<div class="indent">That crowns us in the skies.</div>
-<div class="verse">Within the distance arms are clashing</div>
-<div class="indent">And fresh blood mars the sod,—</div>
-<div class="verse">’Tis but the war of good and evil</div>
-<div class="indent">On battlefields of God.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh, there is comfort in the struggle,</div>
-<div class="indent">For Christ’s our aide-de-camp;</div>
-<div class="verse">With hosts of God’s own saints and angels,</div>
-<div class="indent">We battle not alone.</div>
-<div class="verse">Go press amidst the foremost legion</div>
-<div class="indent">Which marches on before;</div>
-<div class="verse">Go draw thy sword against the evil one;</div>
-<div class="indent">Prove thou a victor in the war!</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">ANGEL MUSIC</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, I hear the sweetest music</div>
-<div class="indent">Floating on the liquid air,</div>
-<div class="verse">And my mind is lost in fancy—</div>
-<div class="indent">’Tis my loved one sitting there.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then I gaze upon her tresses,</div>
-<div class="indent">Dream of fairy lands,</div>
-<div class="verse">’Neath the spell of angel music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Joyous thoughts dispel my sadness;</div>
-<div class="indent">All is joy and mirthsome glee</div>
-<div class="verse">As her fingers touch the heart notes</div>
-<div class="indent">With enraptured minstrelsy;</div>
-<div class="verse">And the earth is more a heaven</div>
-<div class="indent">Than a barren, struggling strand,</div>
-<div class="verse">’Neath the strains of angel music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Then she glides to notes of sadness,</div>
-<div class="indent">And my heart is struck with pain</div>
-<div class="verse">As she plays some touching ballad</div>
-<div class="indent">Or o’er some pathetic strain.</div>
-<div class="verse">Yet the tears I shed are glad ones,</div>
-<div class="indent">And I know she understands</div>
-<div class="verse">That I am happy in the music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>
-<div class="verse">Thus she runs the gamut over,</div>
-<div class="indent">Swaying ceaseless to and fro</div>
-<div class="verse">Till my heart is tuned and chorded</div>
-<div class="indent">To the love that makes us glow:</div>
-<div class="verse">Yes, she knows my heart is tempered,</div>
-<div class="indent">Trebly lost in love’s demands,</div>
-<div class="verse">In the charm of angel music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Thus our hearts are sealed in union</div>
-<div class="indent">In those joyous strains of love,</div>
-<div class="verse">And I hard can wait the closing</div>
-<div class="indent">My unbounded love to prove:</div>
-<div class="verse">For I wait to clasp her in my arms</div>
-<div class="indent">And a kiss—to make demands,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Small payment for that heavenly music</div>
-<div class="indent">Played by angel hands.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THREE NAMES</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A bird</span>, a child, and a bed of purple flowers,</div>
-<div class="indent">I found in a garden so green and so bright.</div>
-<div class="verse">With gentle step to them I moved and spoke,—</div>
-<div class="indent">All three did tremble at my sight.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh, come to me, my pretty little flowers;</div>
-<div class="indent">And please, please breathe your name to me.</div>
-<div class="verse">I want to know you better than I do;</div>
-<div class="indent">I think we should not strangers be.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh, come to me, my pretty blue-eyed child,</div>
-<div class="indent">And lisp thine own sweet name to me;</div>
-<div class="verse">Thy golden ringlets and thine angel smiles</div>
-<div class="indent">Deserve a greater blazonry.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh, come to me, my pretty caged bird,</div>
-<div class="indent">And sing thy name in thy song to me;</div>
-<div class="verse">Thou sing’st the sweetest songs I ever heard,</div>
-<div class="indent">But I’d know more than that of thee.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">So one by one each gave her secret up</div>
-<div class="indent">With a confidence I felt was true.</div>
-<div class="verse">The flowers breathed violet; the child spoke the same;</div>
-<div class="indent">And the bird thereat sang violet too.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE SMILES OF TRUTH</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, give to me the simple heart</div>
-<div class="indent">Where there is meaning in its smile,—</div>
-<div class="verse">The heart that proves ’twould do me good</div>
-<div class="indent">Without a thought of fraud or guile.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Those are the smiles that glad my soul</div>
-<div class="indent">’Bove all glad things on earth I know;</div>
-<div class="verse">They give me faith in friendship yet,</div>
-<div class="indent">When all the world seems false in show.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh, give to me the simple heart</div>
-<div class="indent">Whose smiles have depth without an end,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Those are the smiles that beam from God</div>
-<div class="indent">And make our souls to heaven tend.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">A TOKEN</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Our</span> land’s first lady’s in her grave. She lives</div>
-<div class="indent">Far from the tumult of the world,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where those great deeds of love wreck not the health,</div>
-<div class="indent">But are in tomes of gold impearled.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">A noble sacrifice to life she made,</div>
-<div class="indent">Wherein her tasks outdid her strength.</div>
-<div class="verse">What pity, then, that she must leave so soon,</div>
-<div class="indent">Ere that her life had reached its length.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">A gracious mother and a loyal wife,</div>
-<div class="indent">Cherished by all both far and near,</div>
-<div class="verse">Let her rare life shine o’er our weeping land;</div>
-<div class="indent">Let her great name be ever dear!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Dear President! With thee a nation mourns</div>
-<div class="indent">And sheds kind teardrops on her bier,</div>
-<div class="verse">For thou hast lost the goodliest wife of earth</div>
-<div class="indent">And art left ’lone, disconsolate, here.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE PIRATE ANT</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Oh</span>, see her bear her heavy burden,</div>
-<div class="indent">Undaunted ’gainst the stirring breeze;</div>
-<div class="verse">The cordlet quakes and tremulous shakes</div>
-<div class="indent">As the antlet quivers with the trees.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet still she keeps on plodding onward,</div>
-<div class="indent">So light in heart and free of limb;</div>
-<div class="verse">Muscling in her arms a captured fly,</div>
-<div class="indent">She sails,—a pirate maritime.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">O toil most great,—O distance infinite!</div>
-<div class="indent">From tree to tree the cord is strung,</div>
-<div class="verse">But naught dissuades the plucky ant</div>
-<div class="indent">Who rides the rope the trees among.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Heave ho! the wind is rising higher,</div>
-<div class="indent">And thief and prey are almost gone;</div>
-<div class="verse">But stark she clingeth to the mast</div>
-<div class="indent">And bears her priceless booty home.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Thus let men lesson from the tiny ant</div>
-<div class="indent">Who doth unwearied to her task bend;</div>
-<div class="verse">No toil too great, no task too long,</div>
-<div class="indent">But she doth nobly bring’t to end!</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">SKINKER ROAD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-<p class="center">Skinker Road was chosen as the Midway of the World’s
-Fair held in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1904.</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O Skinker</span> Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">The highway of the pioneers,</div>
-<div class="indent2">The “Midway” of the World’s Fair place,</div>
-<div class="indent">The choicest of the chosen few,—</div>
-<div class="indent2">By thy rustic beauty wast thou crowned;</div>
-<div class="indent">But now I hear the beat of toiling feet</div>
-<div class="indent2">That raise thy fabrics round.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">Great mighty men have passed thee o’er</div>
-<div class="indent2">In old Missouri’s earlier days.</div>
-<div class="indent">Thy name be of the pioneer</div>
-<div class="indent2">Who first thy charming highway laid,</div>
-<div class="indent">And gave thy name to be known of fame</div>
-<div class="indent2">By a world’s unparalleled parade.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">How soon shall all thy beauty fade</div>
-<div class="indent2">To fit thee for thy coming days!</div>
-<div class="indent">The hand of progress soon shall snatch</div>
-<div class="indent2">The trees that hang thy grasses o’er,</div>
-<div class="indent">And thy winding lane shall bear in train</div>
-<div class="indent2">Advancement’s fruitful store.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span>
-<div class="indent">O Skinker Road, thou road of roads,</div>
-<div class="indent2">Thou way of wondrous ways,</div>
-<div class="indent">All tongues on earth shall speak thy name,</div>
-<div class="indent2">All races there meet face to face.</div>
-<div class="indent">Once wast thou highway of the pioneers</div>
-<div class="indent2">In the rugged days of toil and war,</div>
-<div class="indent">But now the lane of a world-wide fame,</div>
-<div class="indent2">The “Midway” of the Fair.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>
-<h2 class="nobreak">HUMOR</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span>
-<h3 class="nobreak">HIS LEGACY</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> lavish legacy of Frank Legree</div>
-<div class="indent">No doubt is sorrowing him yet;</div>
-<div class="verse">For once he owned a million francs in gold,</div>
-<div class="indent">But now he owes a million debt.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">When first he eyed his huge inheritance</div>
-<div class="indent">His uncle left to him in fee,</div>
-<div class="verse">He smiled to see himself a millionaire,</div>
-<div class="indent">And moved in best society.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He built a tomb for his dear uncle then,</div>
-<div class="indent">And epitaphed him “grand old man,”</div>
-<div class="verse">Though in his life he had ne’er thought of him</div>
-<div class="indent">And liked him better dead than—</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Alive. So then he called his friends around,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Patrons of wine and song and ease;</div>
-<div class="verse">Mild drinks did make him thirst for stronger gins,</div>
-<div class="indent">And small jags grew protracted sprees.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He squandered thousands on the race course;</div>
-<div class="indent">In dice he lost at every throw;</div>
-<div class="verse">He scattered change like oatmeal fed to chickens;</div>
-<div class="indent">His pile soon melted down like snow—</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>
-<div class="verse">In July. His banker sent a gentle invitation</div>
-<div class="indent">To straighten his o’erdrawn account.</div>
-<div class="verse">He did. He sent a bullet in his brain</div>
-<div class="indent">And never stopped to ask the amount.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The lavish legacy of Frank Legree</div>
-<div class="indent">No doubt is sorrowing him yet;</div>
-<div class="verse">Lieu of an earthly million francs in gold,</div>
-<div class="indent">He’s serving time for soul lost debt.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE WORD MISSPELLED</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent"><span class="smcap">Whene’er</span> you miss</div>
-<div class="indent">A field of bliss,</div>
-<div class="verse">It is not half so bad</div>
-<div class="indent">As to presume</div>
-<div class="indent">Your words are known,</div>
-<div class="verse">When you but thought you had.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">When you’ve planned up</div>
-<div class="indent">A good stand up,</div>
-<div class="verse">And fall to the other end,</div>
-<div class="indent">It brings aroun’</div>
-<div class="indent">A funny frown</div>
-<div class="verse">Which judgment cannot mend.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">Your playmates’ laugh</div>
-<div class="indent">Is only half</div>
-<div class="verse">The ugliness you feel;</div>
-<div class="indent">You’d kick yourself</div>
-<div class="indent">Like the Ghib the Guelf</div>
-<div class="verse">If that the pang would heal.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="indent">So boys, I say,</div>
-<div class="indent">Study away</div>
-<div class="verse">And ever strive your best,</div>
-<div class="indent">So you’ll be glad</div>
-<div class="indent">Instead of sad,</div>
-<div class="verse">And keep your level with the rest.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">THE NABOB’S PRIDE</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">I passed</span> him in his high-born mansion oft,</div>
-<div class="indent">And lo! he would not speak to me,</div>
-<div class="verse">For I was born of humble parentage</div>
-<div class="indent">And my fortune lacked his dignity.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The days rolled by. We often met in face</div>
-<div class="indent">Upon the highway of our town;</div>
-<div class="verse">I hoped to see him cast a smile on me,</div>
-<div class="indent">But only reaped a scowling frown.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">I clenched my fist, and silent passed him by</div>
-<div class="indent">With words—perhaps revenge or spite;</div>
-<div class="verse">But they breathed inspiration to my soul</div>
-<div class="indent">To strive and set our scores aright.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">With such thought buried in mine aching breast,</div>
-<div class="indent">I labored ceaseless at my task;</div>
-<div class="verse">And saw my fortunes not unenvied rise</div>
-<div class="indent">Until no greater could I ask.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But what of him? In some far distant place,</div>
-<div class="indent">Again as oft we chanced to meet.</div>
-<div class="verse">His wealth had flown, while mine tenfold had grown,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Foul luck had made him indiscreet.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>
-<div class="verse">I picked him from the gutter,—a sorry sight,</div>
-<div class="indent">Reeling with wine, and sick and sore:</div>
-<div class="verse">And as I passed a snug goldpiece, he said,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Beg pard’, that I knew you not before.”</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">HUERTA’S DRINKING SONG</h3>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">On the day of the siege of Vera Cruz.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Be</span> merry, let us drink wine,</div>
-<div class="indent">And sip, sip, sip;</div>
-<div class="indent">Full soon the days shall slip,</div>
-<div class="indent">Gray hairs shall catch us,</div>
-<div class="indent">Grim death will dispatch us</div>
-<div class="indent">Long ere our pleasures be full.</div>
-<div class="indent">Let not the soul be dull,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Be merry, let us drink wine,</div>
-<div class="indent">And quaff, quaff, quaff;</div>
-<div class="indent">Loud ring your cheering laugh,—</div>
-<div class="indent">Care we for Gringos?</div>
-<div class="indent">Let ’em come, by Jingos!</div>
-<div class="indent">Ne’er fear that all will be well,</div>
-<div class="indent">We’ll lick ’em spite of hell,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Therefore be merry; let us drink wine.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak"><i>HOCH DER KAISER</i></h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><i>Hoch der Kaiser!</i> How he slapped his son,</div>
-<div class="indent">When he saw the war begin!</div>
-<div class="verse">Spoke the Kaiser in his wrath to the crown prince,</div>
-<div class="indent">“What an awful mess you’ve got me in!”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Squads of Russians, French, and Englishmen,</div>
-<div class="indent">Swords a-tilt to quell us all;</div>
-<div class="verse">Couldn’t you wait until we had grown stronger,</div>
-<div class="indent">With more men and guns on which to fall?</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“I’ll not say that I am so displeased,</div>
-<div class="indent">That you’ve laid Mar’s spirit bare,—</div>
-<div class="verse">’Tis the will of every noble Deutscher,—</div>
-<div class="indent">But you should ’a used much greater care.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Now we’ve got to battle,—we’re in for war!</div>
-<div class="indent">But I guess I’ll let you fight.</div>
-<div class="verse">’Sides, it’s just as good a time as any</div>
-<div class="indent">Just to show them all our might.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Let the drum beat to its martial tune;</div>
-<div class="indent">Strike <i>Wacht am Rhein</i> and let’s begin;</div>
-<div class="verse">Austria’s aid will go to help us some,</div>
-<div class="indent">So I guess we’ll now stay in.”</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">A MASH IN COURT</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A bashful</span>, blushing maiden fair it was</div>
-<div class="indent">Who to the altar bent her way,</div>
-<div class="verse">A-trembling on her future spouse’s arm,</div>
-<div class="indent">To Justice Rome Van Rennsler Day.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The judge looked through his nose-pinched specs and smiled,</div>
-<div class="indent">“Ah, ha! Two dollars for a fee.”</div>
-<div class="verse">Then when the ceremony was over, rose,</div>
-<div class="indent">“I guess I’ll kiss the bride,” says he.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The groom was game, and led the justice down</div>
-<div class="indent">To where the wedding party sat;</div>
-<div class="verse">But law! the judge was really so excited</div>
-<div class="indent">He didn’t know just where he was at.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">But on he stumbled, and the groom cried out,</div>
-<div class="indent">“You’re making it fine, so hurry on.”</div>
-<div class="verse">The bride just flinched and turned her pretty head,</div>
-<div class="indent">While the judge picked out a dress of lawn.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Our blushing bride had worn a crepe de chene,—</div>
-<div class="indent">The bride’s maid a lawn did grace,—</div>
-<div class="verse">But the judge seized on the first he came to there,</div>
-<div class="indent">And planted a smack on her ruby face.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>
-<div class="verse">“Why, what’s the matter?” all the guests did cry,</div>
-<div class="indent">As the lawn flew through the questioning throng.</div>
-<div class="verse">Alas! the judge had kissed the maid instead,</div>
-<div class="indent">And the dad-blamed kiss went wrong.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Now what could the poor excited justice do?</div>
-<div class="indent">The first kiss for the bride was lost—</div>
-<div class="verse">“Impertinence! How dare you?” the maid did scream.</div>
-<div class="indent">“I’ll get you arrested at any cost.”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">The bride got angry, too, at such a muddle,</div>
-<div class="indent">And said she’d aid the maid for spite—</div>
-<div class="verse">But what was the legal remedy, I ask;</div>
-<div class="indent">For the judge couldn’t pull himself by right?</div>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>
-
-<h3 class="nobreak">HIS SEARCH FOR GOLD</h3>
-</div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">He</span> came down from the Klondike</div>
-<div class="indent">Brief days ago,</div>
-<div class="verse">Bowed down by tribulations,</div>
-<div class="indent">Weighted with human woe,—</div>
-<div class="verse">Where he had cast his fortune</div>
-<div class="indent">’Mid fields of ice and snow.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He left his friends and kinsmen</div>
-<div class="indent">And a happy home</div>
-<div class="verse">To fill his life with that adventure</div>
-<div class="indent">Told of in a Wild West tome,</div>
-<div class="verse">But wandered unsuccessfully</div>
-<div class="indent">From Yukon to Cape Nome.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He searched the fields of Yukon</div>
-<div class="indent">With few supplies,</div>
-<div class="verse">And camped beside its shallows</div>
-<div class="indent">Where little Yukons rise,</div>
-<div class="verse">But missed that mine of nuggets</div>
-<div class="indent">Which in that gold field lies.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He tramped amid the mountains</div>
-<div class="indent">From Spring till Fall,</div>
-<div class="verse">He strode the great crevasses</div>
-<div class="indent">And crossed the rivers all,</div>
-<div class="verse">The wealth he sought was spacious</div>
-<div class="indent">But what he got was small.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>
-<div class="verse">He drank the wines of Dawson</div>
-<div class="indent">And Behring’s Strait,</div>
-<div class="verse">And stronger drinks did capture him</div>
-<div class="indent">In camp on White Horse Lake;</div>
-<div class="verse">He cursed the luck that sent him thither</div>
-<div class="indent">A deep inebriate.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He felt the pangs of hunger</div>
-<div class="indent">And northern cold,</div>
-<div class="verse">As oft his comrades perished</div>
-<div class="indent">Around the camp fires’ mold</div>
-<div class="verse">And false guides led them to destruction</div>
-<div class="indent">In their search for Yukon gold.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">He came down from the Klondike</div>
-<div class="indent">Brief days before,</div>
-<div class="verse">Bearing the resolution,</div>
-<div class="indent">Tested and tried of yore,</div>
-<div class="verse">To earn a humble living</div>
-<div class="indent">And search for gold no more.</div>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
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